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Elena's POV

I hurried out of the shower to Damon's empty room. He had laid out what I was supposed to wear. I guess he loved mini skirts since that's mainly what my closet consisted of. He put out a tight black leather mini skirt with a crimson red lace top and black peep toe heels. Apparently a bra and panties weren't an option unless I wore them as an outfit in itself. He says other than that lingerie has no purpose. If I didn't know any better I'd say I was gonna look like a hooker, but I guess Damon knows best. I had to lie to myself to get myself dressed. He walked in as I put on my last shoe. I was all ready to go. He was always making me feel uneasy, as soon as he was in proximity of me, my whole body goes tense.

"You look- Wow," he said softly. And just like that I had a glimmer of hope. His eyes were warm, his body was relaxed, shoulders down. I blushed from his comment. Maybe he's letting his feelings in. I just want him to feel something for me.

"Thank you. I owe it all to you! Good choice," I grinned. I was trying too hard. He didn't like that I could tell. He furrowed his brow, and motioned me to follow him. I've never actually seen the rest of the boarding house until now. As soon as we came down the stairs I gasped at the size of room.

"It's a parlor, we haven't changed a thing about this house since 1860," he smiled. He looked as if he had gone to a happy place, where he was human again. His face looked so child-like for those few seconds.

"Wow, 1860? What was that like?" suddenly my interest was peaked. Maybe dwelling on this time period would keep him happy. But I knew I was wrong when his face went cold.

"I'd rather not. Nostalgia's a bitch," he said harshly, "Grab your jacket, let's go."

I shrugged on my leather jacket and followed him closely to his vintage 1967 Mustang. The color was a baby blue. It reminded me of those piercing eyes of his. I hopped in the car and we sped off into the night. We stopped at the Mystic Grill. I've been here so many times growing up. But since all my family died I could care less. I knew I would see people from school wondering where I've been. I belong to Damon now, so I'm pretty sure graduation is out of the question. He sat at the bar and motioned me to sit next to him.

"I'm gonna need everyone to leave the grill," he told the bartender, his eyes dilating after every word.

"Okay," she said rather monotone.

She made an announcement over her loud speaker telling everyone the grill was being closed early for private reasons. As soon as everyone was filing out. I heard Caroline's voice through the crowd. I sunk in my seat hoping she wouldn't see me. She had the capability of becoming a crazed neurotic control freak. Damon noticed my change in behavior and smirked devilishly at me. Soon it was just Damon and I left in the grill. I had no idea what he was up to. He got up and walked outside only to walk back in dragging Caroline by her wavy blonde hair.

"Damon, please don't hurt her! Anyone but Caroline!" I shrieked.

"Oh so this is Caroline? She's so beautiful isn't she? And she smells delicious," he said baring his fangs.

"Oh my god! Elena is this who you've been with? My mom's a sheriff you asshole! You better let us go or you'll be put away for a long time," she yelled.

"Mmm, feisty! Now I see where Elena gets it from," he said releasing her to run to me. She grabbed me in a hug searching her pockets for her cell phone frantically.

"Looking for this," he grinned waving her iPhone, "Well you won't be needing it." He then crushed it in his hands. I was speechless. This was my best friend. I can't let Damon hurt her, but I have to play along or he'll just kill me and turn another olive-skinned brunette like me tomorrow. Caroline was crying, and shaking in my hold. She was trembling with fear.

"Will you just shut her up already?" he said roughly.

"Care, look at me. I'm gonna make it better," I said softly. Holding her face in my hands I compelled her, "Calm down, no one's gonna hurt you. We're gonna have some fun and then you'll go home in one piece." She nodded her head and Damon rolled his eyes. I had to do something to make sure she would stay alive. I guess those nights of truth or dare would have to come in handy. I was still holding Caroline's face in between my palms. I leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips. We always used to play around with each other when we had sleepovers, so it was nothing new for us. However the most we did was make-out and cuddle with each other. Damon looked utterly shocked at what I just did. He sped over with his inhuman speed.

"Wow, Elena. Didn't know you had a little thing for girls," he winked.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Damon," I continued, "We aren't gonna hurt her are we?"

"I was planning on killing her but you just gave me a better idea," he smirked.

He pulled Caroline close to him and started to kiss her neck. She was moaning clearly turned on by what was occurring. I was actually getting aroused just watching them interact.

"You'll enjoy this," he said as his pupils constricted. She nodded and he bit into her neck and she cried out in pleasure. I gasped suddenly scared he would take it too far. I reached for his arm and he batted it away.

"Wait your turn, don't worry, she's not dying tonight," he mumbled through the blood. I sighed in relief, but I was still feeling anxious not knowing what he had in mind. He finally pulled away from her neck, the blood is dripping down his lips and chin. I felt bold enough to grab his face in a passionate kiss. Licking Caroline's blood off his chin and sucking it off his lips gave me the sweetest rush. He moaned obviously pleased I decided to join the fun.

"Bite her," he commanded. Without hesitation I started a new wound on the other side of her neck. She was writhing against Damon's leg like a cat in heat ready for more.

"Fuck her, Damon. I wanna watch," I said darkly. Something about feeding on blood from the vein made me absolutely crazy. It feels like my whole body bursts into a sexual frenzy. It doesn't compare to blood bags at all. He grinned at me, and ripped Caroline's shirt open, exposing her perfect pair of C cups, that I always use to be jealous of.

"You're full of surprises aren't you, Elena?" he laughed. "I wanna watch you pleasure yourself as I fuck your best friend. Make it wet for me. Got it?"

"Yes Damon." I whispered, already soaking wet. I took my jacket off and hiked my skirt up as I sat on the bar spreading my legs, making myself comfortable. He already had himself and Caroline naked. I watched intently as he paid a lot of attention on her breast, kneading them in his hands making her weak to his touch. Seeing her so vulnerable reminded me of my first encounter with Damon. The flashbacks made me even hotter.

"You like watching me fuck your best friend," he groaned slamming her from behind. His words snapped me out of my flashback and I moaned in response. Caroline was moaning with every thrust, holding on to the bar to keep her balance from Damon's forceful thrusts. I was rubbing my clit furiously coming all over my hands, calling out Damon's name as I hit my orgasm. I knew he liked it when I gave him full credit. He continued fucking her, but I was in desperate need of his cock. Suddenly my urges took control and I pushed Damon away from Caroline. She whined at the loss and he was clearly pissed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he growled.

"Taking what I want," I purred. Sex seemed like the only real way to get through to him. I grabbed Caroline and took another bite from her open wound on her neck.

"Finish yourself off with you finger," I commanded to her. She didn't hesitate to start fingering her wet core. Damon looked at me still fuming with anger. I grabbed him in another heated kiss. We were exchanging spit and blood as our tongues swirled together. I wrapped my legs around him and he entered me swiftly.

"Fuck!" I screamed. Finally satisfied with his cock inside of me. My clit was pulsing hard and I glanced back at Caroline seeing her bring herself to climax. Damon pounded into me hard and rough, just the way I liked it. He was groaning ready to get his release. He slipped his hand on my clit and rubbed it at vampiric speed as he fucked me causing me to go over the edge. We came at once contracting together.

He sat me on the bar and I he started redressing himself. I picked Caroline's dress up off the floor and slipped it over her head. I bit my wrist and held it to her mouth. Finally I sat her up wiping the dried blood off her neck. My blood had instantly healed her wounds.

"Go home, and forget this ever happened." I directed. She nodded and hopped off the bar, and walked out as if nothing happened. I was just getting use to this compulsion thing, I was starting to like it.

"Nice work," he sped over to me choking and pinning me down against the bar, "Don't ever interrupt me while I'm fucking. Understand?" he pushed harder against my throat and then released. "We're going home." He led the way to the car as I shrugged my jacket on. I was more pissed off than I was sad. What was keeping me from turning it off. He did always say the emotion switch is the best thing about being a vampire. Maybe I might as well just turn it off.

I got in his car and turned my body toward the window, not wanting to even look at him. Would he rather have fuck and come inside Caroline than me? Ugh the jealousy and rage was boiling deep within me. He pulled my chin to face him and I pulled it away.

"I suggest you cooperate, or maybe you'd rather wake up chained to a wall," his voice was ice cold. I turned and faced him just to shut him up. He looked at me roughly and pushed harder on the gas. We were home in no time. I started walking up the stairs until he grabbed me.

"Downstairs," he motioned.

"Why? What's downstairs," I said with a little too much attitude. I was already pushing my luck and this might be the last straw.

"Looks like we're gonna do this the hard way," he looked at me like I was worthless and the pain shot me worst than a stake to the heart. He grabbed me and sped down into the basement locking me in some cell, "Bad girls don't sleep in beds," he smirked.

"What the fuck!" I ran up hitting the door with as much force as possible and it didn't budge. I was pounding it over and over as he walked away not even caring to look back.

"Fuck you! Damon!" I screamed, my voice cracked turning into a sob. "Please," I cried. I heard nothing but silence, and then the basement door shut.

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