Damon, moaning, forced his eyes open.
"Damon…?"
He froze. He knew that voice all too well.
Elena.
But her tone made his heart beat at a fast, nervous pace. She sounded like she was in pain.
"Elena." He grunted, forcing his eyes open again.
She was lying on a cold cement floor a few meters away from him, and there was a deep, bloody gash on her cheek. Her hands were shackled together, more blood flowing from chafing at her wrists. Her legs were tied together with rope that looked rough and tight, and the entire right side of her face was slowly turning purple with bruise.
"Elena." He gasped, his eyes widening in horror. He tried to move toward her, but gave an agonized cry when his wrists, waist, and legs burned. It wasn't a pleasant fire, like the one caused by Elena's kisses. It was a painful, acid like burn that seemed to be melting through his skin every time he tried to move.
"Vervain…" she whispered, her eyes losing focus. "They soaked your chains in vervain…"
His eyes grew wider.
"Who? Who did, Elena? Who did this to you?"
She didn't answer him, though. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost consciousness again.
"Elena!" he roared, straining against the chains anchoring him in place. He ignored the burning, the only thought on his mind helping her.
"Sad, isn't it?"
Damon gasped, looking beside him to find Klaus, smiling wickedly at Elena.
"It's your fault, you know." He said. "If you had just let me have her for a few hours, I could have taken the blood and let her go. But, you just had to run…"
Klaus rubbed Damon's cheek with a vervain clove, and Damon snarled, fighting back a cry.
"It's a shame it had to come to this, really."
Klaus stood up and walked over to Elena. Mercilessly, he shoved a needle into her arm, sticking a tube in and letting the blood drain into a bucket beside her.
"No!" Damon yelled, fighting against the chains again.
"Fighting it will get you no where, Damon."
Damon, panting with fury and exertion, looked up.
"Stefan." He spat.
Stefan grinned.
"You just had to learn it the hard way, didn't you, brother?"
"Stefan, don't you get it?" Damon roared. "You love her! We both do! But Klaus is compelling you not to feel it…!"
Stefan dumped a bucket of liquid vervain down Damon's body, and he gave an agonized roar.
Klaus chuckled.
"Just give up, Damon."
"NEVER!" Damon roared, continuing to fight his restraints.
"Oh, for the love of all that's good, put him out, Stefan!" Klaus said, rolling his eyes.
Stefan pulled out a vervain injector and knelt beside his brother.
"No!" Damon roared, sinking his fangs into Stefan's arm.
Stefan yelled in anger, smacking Damon across the face and plunging the needle into his neck.
Damon groaned and passed out again.