Issues - chapter 2
They finally reached an old house. They must have been walking for hours for what Elena could tell. The sun was almost on its way up. The house was made out of brownish stones, and its windows looked about ready to fall out, it was that old.
She had no idea of where they were, she just knew that she had free will in this matter. Damon had taken her along, and there was really nothing she could do against a vampire. And Damon always had his way, when there was something he really wanted. Of that she was sure.
"Where are we?" She pulled at his sleeve, but he didn't even seem to notice her effort to stop him from walking further.
"Just a place I used to visit when I was younger. No need for you to know the exact location Elena." He continued through the door, and in through the old house. It didn't look as if anybody had been there for many years. Dust everywhere, and only a few pieces of furniture. He dragged her to one of the doors.
"This can be our room. Open the door, please." He was smiling to her in a way she couldn't decipher.
"Our room? If you think I'm sleeping in the same bed as you, or even in the same room, you must be even crazier than I thought you were. Take me home Damon, you've taken this far enough."
"Home? I can't. Not now." He opened the door, gently pushed Elena inside the room, and closed it behind her.
She looked around the room. There was only a bed and a dressing table. She tried to open the window to get out, but it was stuck.
Eventually, after searching through the room with no result, she laid herself on the bed to try to get some sleep. It didn't take long before she was asleep.
When she awoke it was dark inside out. She couldn't see a single thing, but she felt something beside her. In her dreamlike state, she snuggled into the body beside her, thinking it was Stefan in her bedroom back home.
She then felt a hand running down her back. It felt nice, but something was wrong.
"Damon!" She yelled at him in chock. Trying now to pull away, to escape his embrace, but he just held her harder.
"Who did you think? Oh don't tell me. Stefan, your sensitive lover. Sorry, he's not available right now." His voice almost sounded menacing towards the end.
"Just let me go! You have no right to do this Damon! Let me go home, please."
"We already talked about this Elena. You can't go home, can't leave me now. You're here with me, like you should be." He caressed her hair, and kissed her almost tenderly on her forehead. "Just stay like this. This close to me" Saying these words, he pressed himself closer to her, leaving no air for her body to breathe.
"Damon…"
"Yes Elena?" Almost sounding hopeful.
"I loathe you, and I will as long as I live." She whispered the words against his chest, crying softly.
If he had had a heart it would have been torn to pieces in that moment, but instead he walked out, closing the door behind him. Hating himself even more than she did, for being a fool for love.