Disclaimer: I don't own vampire diaries or the characters.

I'm so sorry for the long wait! I had so much school work to do and every day I kept telling myself I would write but my teachers kept giving assignments. Anyways I'm back now so enjoy! I tried to make Damon more arrogant in this chapter because that's what everyone wanted.

After the kiss, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Shock, that was the only thing I could feel right now. My lips didn't move as his crashed into mine. At first I didn't realize what was happening, but once I did, I tried to pull away but his arm gripped me around my waist. Part of me wanted to just give in and go along with it, but I knew that wasn't right. My mind was torn between common sense and pleasure.

When he finally let me go, I backed as far away from him as I could. I wanted to slap him, but I knew it would only get me into trouble. Still I couldn't fight it anymore, I raised my arm and in a quick motion hit his face with my palm. His face turned slightly to the side with the impact of my hand. I could see the anger come to his face just as my hand left it.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me close to him. "I wouldn't do that again princess," he whispered in my ear. Then he left the room, just like that as if nothing happened.

I felt sad, angry, upset, regret, and hate, but not towards him. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. I hated myself more. How could I let that happen? How could I have almost enjoyed it? I hated the way he was making me feel, confused. One minute he would be nice and the next he would be an arrogant jerk. I didn't know which side to believe. His mood changed too much and I was tired of trying to keep up.

My legs gave out and I collapsed onto the bed. I tried to shut my mind off and just fall asleep but I couldn't. I kept thinking about everything. I couldn't stop it. Eventually the thoughts stopped and I drifted off to sleep.

My stomach's desire for food woke me up too soon. I checked the time to see I'd only been asleep for two hours. I wanted to sleep forever and escape this hell, but I knew that couldn't happen. I was going to stay up in this room out of retaliation but my stomach kept grumbling. I tried to ignore it and tell myself I wasn't hungry because going downstairs meant I might see Damon. I fought it successfully for about half an hour but I eventually gave in.

I walked as quietly as I could downstairs as if that would help. I was going to have to face Damon eventually, no matter how quietly I walked. So far I'd managed to avoid him, almost making it to the kitchen before I saw him. He was standing in the kitchen surrounded by his minions. Of course he would be guarding the kitchen, he knew I would inevitably come. I searched for another entrance to the kitchen, but there wasn't one. Fortunately Damon hadn't spotted me yet, so I still had a chance of sneaking past him, a small chance but still a chance.

"Hello sweetheart," Damon said spotting me. Great there goes my chance of avoiding him. Maybe he would be nice this time, I couldn't deal with his arrogance. Knowing him though, he wasn't going to make this easy.

"I just came to get some food," I mumbled looking down at the ground.

"What a coincidence so were we, why don't you join us?" he was clearly channeling his arrogant side, great.

"No thanks," I responded.

"It wasn't a choice." He gestured to the dinning room. He extended a hang out to me but I just kept walking. Instead of just letting it go, Damon grabbed my hand and yanked me back towards him. I reluctantly walked next to him the whole way to the dinning room. Of course I had to sit next to him during the entire dinner with his minions right across from us finding amusement in this.

The food came out and I ate in silence. Everyone was staring at me, but I pretended I didn't notice. Instead I pretended to be focused on my food and my eyes never looked up. I took me a while to realize no one else was eating. They were all watching me eat.

"Is there something wrong with your food?" I snapped. They all laughed at my feistiness and started eating.

Things were awkward for the rest of the dinner. All I wanted to do was eat my food and retire to my room.

The dinner took a turn for the worst when Damon decided to start being his usual self. I was reaching for my drink when Damon also reached his hand out and grabbed mine.

"Don't touch me," I spat yanking my hand away from his.

"Funny you weren't saying that earlier," of course he would bring this up. I cringed at the mention of the kiss.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one that assaulted me, not the other way around."

"Assaulted? Interesting choice of words. You didn't enjoy it at all?" he asked mocking me.

"No I didn't."

"Most girls are begging me for what I just gave you willingly. You should consider yourself lucky."

"And how many times have you used that line?" I really just wanted to leave. I could feel all the eyes on us as we carried on our little argument.

"You should show me some respect Elena, after all I have all the power here," he reminded me.

"When hell freezes over!" I yelled at him.

"Now Elena what did we say about respect?" he talked to me like I was a child who needed to be taught a lesson. He loved to remind me every minute who was in charge.

"No thanks," I responded.

I must have set something off in him because I watched his face become almost as angry as when I slapped him.

"Would you excuse us boys?" he grabbed my arm and yanked me up from my chair dragging me all the way into the kitchen where no one could hear us.

"I really didn't appreciate that Elena," he told me.

"Well I didn't appreciate being kidnapped," I said.

"Stop pretending like this is the worst possible situation! I could have you locked up in the basement, only being fed one meal a day. Do you want that? I can make it happen with the snap of my fingers, so I would start showing me some respect."

"Do you think I wanted to be there that night at the bar? Do you think I asked for all of this? I would much rather still be living my life!"

"What were you doing at the bar anyways? Was daddy's little girl being rebellious?" he said rudely.

"Don't talk about my dad like that! You don't know anything!" I shouted at him.

"No I don't know anything but let me guess, tell me if I'm right. Mom and Dad gave you everything, but you wanted more. So you started being rebellious and they didn't like that. That's why you were at the bar," he suggested.

"Don't you ever bring my parents up again!"

"Was I close?" he asked me. I didn't say anything; I just walked away with tears forming in my eyes. "I guess that answers my question."

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