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Chapter Two
Elena sat bleakly in the cemetery where her parents were buried. It was past sunset, and she'd been as still as stone in her remembrance. Once a year, during the anniversary of the death of her parents, she gathered all her strength and went to see the place where their bodies were buried under the earth. She'd stare at their graves, and even talked to them as if they were there. Speaking positives words and affirmation, updating them on how Jeremy and herself were doing. It was as if their souls were there, with her.
The wind blew more harshly, as if there was an invisible force gathering energy onto her. She looked around, only now noticing that it was almost dark. She should be heading home now. She picked up her school bag, and before she moved a foot she heard the croak of a crow, and fell down to the ground as fear suddenly hit her. It wasn't an ideal situation to be in a cemetery, near midnight, with a crow wickedly glaring at her - as if it was warning her. She gathered herself once again and started running in which ever direction. Her lungs were going to explode with the pressure she put on to them. She ran as if her legs were rockets. All she saw were tree branches rushing past her in the misty night. At least she was out of the cemetery. But where was she now? Not far from her was a gate. She involuntarily walked towards it. The gates were large and dark, shielding a house just as dark and large. It was an eerily haunting house that she'd never seen before. A medieval Gothic styled house, with tall statues of dark creatures. She gasped as she saw the crow on top of one of the statues, and turned around to run again.
This time she saw a man. She pressed her back against the gates, as he stood in front of her. His hair was as black as the feathers on the crow, and his eyes were a transparent blue. She shut her eyes, thinking it was nothing but a bad dream. A night mare. She opened her eyes, and he was still in front of her. He looked at her as if he knew her, his lips slightly parted in astonishment. His eyes were cold they promised danger. What did he want from her?
Damon could not believe she was in front of him. So small and frightened. Her eyes wide, her hands shaking. He placed a finger on her collarbone, tracing the delicate skin beneath his fingers. She shivered even more beneath his touch, her terrified eyes never leaving his face. Not even for a moment. He measured her pulse, as it was beating at an erratic speed. Damn, he was so hungry. He could smell her, his nose flared as he tried to control his thirst for her blood.
Her resemblance to Katherine was startling. But, his brother was right. Her character, her energy, her scent was entirely distinguishable. There was no similarity to Katherine behind those brown eyes of hers. But still, the girl in front of him was the key to breaking the curse. The curse that kept the women he loved intact with death. Damon pressed his lips beneath Elena's hair and onto her ear, their bodies made the slightest of contact as both his hands were on her neck, he desperately whispered to her "I need you". And just like that, he looked into her eyes, and compelled her mind to a deep sleep. He caught her, and carried his prey to his den.