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Chapter 2-I'm a survivor-By Nina Dobrev

I'm a survivor
Scream it loud and strong
I'm a survivor
that's right, bring it on

I was barely conscious. My eye's fluttered open and I closed them when it began to become painful to keep them open. I was limp in Mason's arms as my breaths became shorter and quicker. What the fuck was even going on?

What did I tell you, Elena? I say 'run' you stay put. It's like you can't hear me.

Mason pulled away after a long while and took a huge breath.

"God, you taste so good." He exhaled. Taste? What does that even mean? "I want you for myself Elena." He slowly licked up the warm liquid that dripped form my neck. Blood.

"W-what are y-you?" I managed to mumble out of choked breaths. Mason chuckled darkly.

"Nothing you need to worry about sweet Elena." His hand slowly stroked my collarbone as his other hand drew circles on my thigh, cautiously making its way up higher and higher until it reached the hem of my stupid skirt. Attempting to brush it away, I heard a quiet crack of my bones and muscles.

"N-n-no. D-don't."

"Shh. Don't worry Gilbert, you remember this anyway." He whispered, and I could slightly see the grin that played on his lips. Suddenly, he grabbed my arms and slammed me against the blood-splattered headstone. I didn't even have the energy to yelp out or scream. In a matter of minutes, my jacket was ripped in two in a dirty puddle next to me.

Come on, Elena, you're a survivor! Fight him off! For once, the voice in my head sounded pleading. But still, I ignored it. What good could I do anyway? He was clearly stronger than me…and possibly in-human.

Roughly, he pulled at my boob-tube and dragged it down my stomach, exposing my lacy bra. I felt spits of water splat down on me. How perfect. Rain.

He kissed all up my stomach, leaving a wet, warm trail behind, until he reached my chest. I glared in to his soulless eyes.

"Having fun?" He cockily commented. It made my stomach twist in a sickly and ill way. An acidy bile taste rose in my mouth, but I swallowed it quickly. Mason stilled stared in to my eyes, but they slowly traveled downwards and stopped right by my breasts. I scoffed in disgust, and spat out as much saliva as I could, hitting him directly in between the eyes. Bulls eye!

He gently wiped it away as if it were nothing, but grabbed my chin harshly forcing me to look at me. I clenched my eyes shut, not wanting to see what he'd do to me.

The air in my lungs were completely knocked out of me as a hard fist impaled in to my gut, my eyes bulging wide open. I wheezed as I fell sideways, clenching my gut. My face planted in to the muddy puddle my jacket was laid in, soaking one side of my brunette hair. I tried my best to scream but it just came out as a ridiculous gasp for oxygen. Mason laughed at my pathetic attempts to crawl away. He wrenched at my hair again before booting in the stomach again, smashing me straight back in to the puddle again.

I coughed up blood, as it poured from my mouth, trailing down the corners of my lips, along with a nose bleed. The monster grabbed my chin again, and lifted me up to my feet, my legs buckling.

"Now are you ready to listen?"

And you thought Conner was scary?

I let out a quiet moan as a useless response. Without warning, he let go, dropping me to the ground and I heard a sickening crack of a snapped bone.

I let out a blood curdling scream, as the shooting pain shot through my body. Tears blubbered down my face

It took me a while to realize where the pain was coming from until Mason dragged me back to the tombstone by my left arm and I screamed in horror as the bones crackled some more.

"Just leave me alone, p-please, I-I swear I won't t-tell anyone!" My voice was crackled and dry. He crouched down beside me and carelessly pulled my hair to the side. The dark veins appeared under his eye's again and his canines extended.

"I know you won't." He chuckled. "You can't if you're dead." I winced in defeat as he flung his head back. I prepared myself for the deadly pain, shutting my eyes and clenching my teeth tightly together.

"Mason, that's enough!" An oddly familiar, yet strangers voice rumbled. I opened my eyes slightly to see a thing of beauty stood before me, an angel. A God. His wispy raven hair blew in the violent breeze and even in the dark, moonless night, I could see perfectly well his ocean blue orbs. He was dressed in all black, but it suited him.

"Damon Salvatore, what a pleasant surprise to see you here!" Mason rose off the ground and strolled over to the angel. Damon. Damon Salvatore.

"Mason Lockwood, what an un-pleasant surprise." Damon replied sarcastically.

Mason glared at him, but I wasn't focused on him. Right now, I didn't give a damn, I just wanted to get up and run and fight with all my power and energy.

"Hmm, glad you're hear actually, just finishing up with the girl, care to join me?" He gestured to me.

Damon held up a hand in a way of saying no.

"Pass, Lockwood, I was just passing through when I heard screaming and smelt blood…the best blood I've smelt in a while actually," He peered over Mason's shoulder to look at me, and I felt a glimmer of hope fill me suddenly as he gave me a sympathetic look. ",and then I realized, you're on my territory. Care to say anything to that?"

"Oh, Damon, pal, you're always making jokes. But seriously, come join me, the girls divine." He patted Damon on the shoulder, but the blue eyed man brushed it off.

"Like I said; I don't want to!" He said through his teeth. Mason put it hands up in defense.

"OK, OK, your lose. But I'll just be on my way…" He wondered back over to me and crouched down to fling me over his shoulder.

"…no…p-please…"

"The girl stays, Mason!" Damon bellowed, leaving an echo repeating him. Once again, Mason put his hands up in defense and stepped away from me.

"Alright, alright, I'll be on my way, without the girl. But let me just warn you, you've just made a big mistake. This girls a Gilbert." He whispered.

Damon froze. He didn't even blink or flinch.

"No. No she can't be. You're lying, Mason, you're always lying, and always will! Now get out of here before I decide to kill you!" Damon whaled, pushing Mason a few steps back.

"As you wish Salvatore, but Kol won't be very happy about this. If Kol isn't then Klaus defiantly won't like this. If he hears about this, and especially about her, you won't be in their good books. And trust me, they will hear about this." Mason threatened, leaving Damon still and following him with his eyes.

"On second thought," in a split second, Damon leaped at least eight foot in the air; one leg stuck out as he spun in circles and twisted in the air. Whilst in the air, he was speeding towards Mason, leg still out. Then it all happened too quickly. Blood squirted up into the midnight sky, and making a splatting sound on the rainy ground. I edged forward slightly, but whimpered as everything in my body shot a bolt of pain through me.

I then heard the sound of something falling to the ground, a body, a person. I could make out a figure of a person slowly falling to their knees and then to the ground fully. But something was missing from the figure.

Damon landed swiftly on the ground, where Mason had stood. But…where was Mason-

All of a sudden, something heavy, almost like a bolder, but not hard enough to be one, landed on my lap. Gingerly, I picked up the thing and held it directly in front of me. There, in my hands, was something that only happens in a horror movie. Oh God, it couldn't be. Bile rose in my throat as I scream my loudest scream yet. I held the head of who used to be Mason Lockwood.

"Get away from me!" I yelled, lobbing the head as far away from me as possible. I used to headstone to lift myself from the ground, but soon collapsed again.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not here to hurt you." Damon reassured me. How the fuck did he get next to me so quickly?

"How d-did you-" I was suddenly on my feet, face to face with his sparkling eyes.

"Look, I need you to listen, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm helping you, I just killed him to-"

"MURDER!" I screeched as loud as I could, but a gold hand clapped over my mouth.

"It's not what it looks like, I'm helping you, ok? Look, I can make it all better, if you trust me." He shook me to get me focused but I whimpered as he squeezed my broken arm.

"See? You're broken everywhere, if you just let me-" Using my working arm, I swung for his face, very weakly, but I did, using my knuckles. My fist collided with his face, not making him move an inch, but I still made a dash for it.

"Fucking shoes." I sobbed to myself. I barely made it 5 yards before I fell to the ground again, but I never felt the impact of the floor, but the warm embrace of Damon's arms.

Before I had time to squirm and protest, I found myself gazing straight in to his pupils, the rest of the world gone, and not in control of myself.

"What is your name?" He asked simply.

"Elena."

"Ok, Elena, I'm going to make all your pain go away now. You'll feel a lot better." I slowly nodded as his face changed in to what Mason could do. His black veins appeared and those demon teeth as he chomped straight in to his own wrist.

That's just nasty. The voice exclaimed, as if it were seeing the same thing I did. In the inside I was screaming, on the outside, I couldn't react.

He held his wounded wrist to my mouth.

"Drink." He ordered, and I immediately obliged. The warm flowing liquid swam down my throat like honey and I already began to feel stronger than I was two seconds ago. I heard and felt joints and bones click and crack, and jumped as my broken arm crunched suddenly. My vision was becoming clearer and my pounding head and sores were gone, completely vanished. Damon calmly pulled his wrist away, and using his thumb, he wiped the blood that dripped on to my chin away.

"That better, Elena?" I nodded in response. Everything in my body told me to smile, but I didn't want to. He was still a murderer. Actually, he just saved you from one. The voice had a point, but I wasn't taking any chances.

"You want me to walk you home?" He snapped me out of my thoughts, his thumb still tracing where the blood on my chin had been.

Shit. No way can you go back without Caroline, without any money, and especially back to Conner. You know what happened.

"No," I spoke out finally. "I mean, I umm…can't…go home." He cocked his head to the side and fused his eyebrows.

"How come?" I took my eyes away from his and looked at the ground.

"I'm not really welcome there anymore. Well, I never was." I spoke so quietly. My entire face flushed red as I realized my boob-tube was still resting on my hips, my boobs still hanging out. Even my strapless bra was slipping down. As fast as I could, I pulled it back up, and looked completely away from him.

There was a long silence between us which seemed to last for ages.

"Elena, do you remember what happened tonight?"

Pfft, what dumbass question-

I was suddenly not in control of myself again. It felt like was dreaming almost.

"No, I don't remember a thing." I found myself saying. A man, about 22 years old was stood in front of me, with the most stunning sapphire eyes and jet black hair. He had a brilliant half smile playing on his lips. He held out his hand for a gesture for me to shake it.

"Hi there, I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore." He kissed my knuckles, making me go a rosey red colour.

"My names Elena Gilbert, what can I do for you?" I grinned back, but it slowly faded as did his.

"Gilbert, huh?" I nodded, even though he was staring in to space.

"Yes, Gilbert, anyway, is there anything I can do for you?" I still had to get that money for Conner. This Damon guy would be easy to charge a lot for, right? He had the looks at least.

"Well, Miss Gilbert, I have money, and I want to spend it on something…valuable…could you help me with that?" Damon was back in focus, with that cocky grin again, as he eyed my body up and down.

"Of course I'd be happy to help, Mr Salvatore, that is of course if we are both thinking the same thing?"

Damon let out a kinky wink, which sent chills down my spine. For once, I actually wanted one of these desperate idiots.

He held an arm out to me, and without hesitation, I took it.

"Shall we?" I looked up at him since he was about a whole head taller than me.

"We shall." I giggled. As we walked, arms in arm out of the cemetery, I couldn't help but think what kind of surprise was hiding underneath for me. For once, I was excited about it.


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Anyway, this chapter was pretty violent so what did you guys think? Too much? Tell me what you guys think, and tell me how I could improve it, or what you like so I know what to keep on doing and improve etc.

But for those who are confused, Elena can't remember anything that happened with Mason now, or anything. But if you don't understand anything else, then let me know, or just wait until the story unfolds ;) Keep on reading! Thank you!

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