Chapter four
A whole three days past, and Elena was still held captivate by two monster brothers. Although, the other brother, Stefan, seemed to show much more sympathy toward her and much more kindness. Damon, on the other hand, eluded dark mystery. He liked to watch her, she noticed. He'd give her food, and watch her eat. He'd put her to rest, and watch her sleep. He'd stare without saying much. And she'd sensed his inner conflict. And the truth was she liked to stare at him too.
There was something different about these brothers, something she couldn't pinpoint nor label. They were bizarrely pale and cold, and her main kidnapper Damon was especially nice to look at. She would sometimes sneak some stares, and study his movements, his facial features, his body. And something altogether warm past her own body. She didn't like the fact that warmth swept through her with the thought of her kidnapper and potential killer. Gosh, she was starting to question her mental stability.
One night, she heard the brothers arguing outside her door. She couldn't quite hear the full extent of their conversation to notify the subject, but somehow she knew the subject was about her. She could hear a few words. The words that struck her: Sacrifice, kill, sacrifice, kill.
She suddenly couldn't breathe right. These were the main themes of the dreams she routinely had. Of course, they wanted to harm her. Out of sheer panic, she stood up and banged the metal door as loud as she could once she was sure the brothers were out of sight. Someone had to hear her as she yelled for help. She'd done this everyday, with little success. But now that her fears were confirmed, she banged the door harder, and screamed much louder. How naive was she to think they would keep her captive without harming her. And why? because they gave her food? Because they hadn't actually physically hurt her yet?
She banged her fist so hard, that her finger slipped and bluntly scratched the rough exterior of the metal lock, and she fell backwards, nursing her bleeding index finger. The door opened, and Damon stood before her with a look of impatience. He looked at her bleeding finger, and his nose flared as he crouched down to her level, inspecting her finger. "What have you done?" He said coolly. She looked at him as he bent his head down.
He couldn't help it. He pressed his lips to her bleeding finger and snuck out his thriving tongue to the wounded spot. She gasped. Darn it, he wished he could have controlled himself better. But the scent of her was refreshingly sweet, and he needed to taste. As her blood hit his tongue, a sudden rush exalted him, knocking him out senseless. She tasted as good as she smelt. He needed more.
Just one more taste.
He brushed his tongue again, and with all control leaving him he pushed her entire finger into his mouth and sucked. He was loosing it, but he had never tasted anything like it before. Elena let out a helpless sound that he took as either pain or pleasure. He looked up at her with hungry eyes, and realizing only then that he shouldn't have look up because now she saw the real him with his fangs and cold eyes. She was staring at his devilish hunger. Her eyes filled with unbelievable fear and anguish, she couldn't even scream as she said in shaken voice, "What are you?"
Authors note: Hey there! I'd really love to hear what you think about where this story is going? And what you'd like to see more of? Of course this is just the beginning of the thrilling love story I hope to create between Damon and Elena. I'd love your feedback (both positive and negative), and thoughts. Also, sorry if there's any grammatical mistakes or typos - I'm too lazy to proof read my work. I'm always in such a rush. :)