Chapter Five: Kill the Lights

She didn't know it was me. I shook her hand and stared into her eyes and she didn't know it was me. She didn't remember how I loved her. She didn't remember seeing me every single day in the hallways at school, or remember how I stared so dreamily at her during lunch. I knew she loved me though. I knew she needed me. She wanted me to keep her safe, to love her. And I was ready to do that. I could keep her safe. And I would take her one day, but for now, I would protect her. I would be right there with her, every single day, keeping watch. She will look at me as her savior, every time some wild maniac throws themselves at her, I'll save her. I'll kill anyone who comes near her. And she will be my love.

I remember our very first conversation, right before her parents died and she was still in regular school. She was still an everyday girl, not famous yet. But to me, in my eyes, she was already a star. She was fourteen, and I was seventeen, frozen in time forever.

"Hi, is anyone sitting here?"

It was lunch period, and she wanted to sit next to me. Out of all of the lunch tables in the cafeteria, she wanted to be with me. We weren't even in the same grade, but she came to me. She was biting her cute little lip. She looked so shy, and I knew I liked her right away.

"Uh, no, no one." I answered immediately.

She sat down then. Put her books on the desk. Opened up her folder with those tiny little hands. She must have seen me looking at her because she turned to give me a smile. Those precious ruby lips stretched across miles of pearly whites. Her eyes lighting up in excitement, and the tiny dimple on her chin.

That was when I knew. I would do whatever to be with that girl. I've waited so many years, seen so many decades, and I finally found her. And my opportunity came when, 6 months later, her label started searching for a body guard.

It was so easy to get the job. To get close to her. Of course, I didn't really need to train for it. I could compel anyone in my way. There were lots of people in my way. Everyone wanted to make sure that I wouldn't hurt her. People doubted I would be able to handle the job. They said it was difficult. That lots of people interacted with her every day and I had to make sure that I was there always to be her shield. They were all so stupid. To think for even a second that I would let anyone near my Elena was idiocy. For three years, I have made sure that she is okay. And now my brother is threatening to destroy what I have been building for so long. I wont let him hurt you, Elena. I will save you, my love.

MISSING

Elena Gilbert

Eyes: brown
Hair: dark brown
Height: 5'6 1/2
Weight: 105 lbs

Last seen departing from the California Walmart location on 4101 Crenshaw Blvd in Los Angeles. If you have any information about where this girl could be, please call the following number.

1-555-MISSING

These posters were everywhere. EVERYWHERE. And yet, no one seems to have any valid information about where the young Elena Gilbert could be. Sure there were joke calls and the spotting of random girl who looked somewhat like Elena, but all in all, it had been almost an entire 24 hours since Elena Gilbert went missing and it was still a bizarre mystery as to what could have occurred.

Alaric and John were making phone calls like crazy men to set up time slots where all of the talk shows would spread news and awareness about Elena's disappearance. New stations all over the world were running the story back to back, and everyone was in a frenzy trying to locate one beautiful, important girl in a sea of turmoil and confusion. But somewhere far away from all of the angst, a little brunette girl who fit the description above was crying on the kitchen floor of a luxurious penthouse belonging to a fellow named Damon Salvatore.

Elena couldn't stop crying, but she knew she had to. She was upset, yes, but if she didn't collect herself soon she would miss the one opportunity she had to carry out her plan. She had originally planned to pretend to breakdown, and in the confusion of her kidnapper trying to comfort her, she would ask to go lie down in the living room for a couple minutes. She would say that she just needed some time to herself to soak everything in. She would even bring that stupid plate of breakfast to create the illusion that she actually wanted something that belonged to that bastard near her. Here's the thing, though. She must have been too good of an actress, because all of a sudden she was letting the fake tears fall and they became real tears. And now she couldn't stop crying and crying and she thought that the room might flood with her tears and her eardrums would burst from the sound of her whails. Everything from the previous years came back to her and she just let it all out for the very first time. She tried to be strong for so long, but it didn't matter. In the end, she had so little control. The final straw was being taken like this. She had been stolen like some sort of keychain from a gas station.

But then, suddenly, she felt herself being carried, and she knew once and for all that it was the same man that had crashed her bus and carried her away to this godforsaken place, where ever she was. She felt herself bob along with him and saw that he was in fact carrying her into the living room where she had tried to run through to escape the first time, before she knew he had Jenna.

She could locate the window for sure now. He wouldn' even notice she was gone until the police broke in to arrest him and rescue Jenna. He wouldn't even have the opportunity to hurt her, she would be so quick! She began to calm down and her tears slowly subsided. She opened her eyes to find herself sprawled across a comfy plush couch, Damon kneeling beside her, wiping her tears. Wow. She hadn't even felt him put her down. But, she tried to brush that off. She was just scared and unsettled, that's it. She wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings anyway. Who could be expected to in a situation like hers? Plus, I mean, what other possibilities were there?

She focused. He was looking at her again with that weird look from before. He was trying to be comforting, she guessed. What an idiot.

'Think, Elena, think. Put your plan in action.' she thought.

Except, just as she was about to say something like "I think I just need to be alone for a second," or "Thank you, but I just need a moment to myself," he started talking to her.

"It's okay. You don't ever have to do it again. I won't ever let them take you back. You'll be okay."

Elena paled.

She decided she hated the sound of his voice, so sexy and conniving. The devil can be anything he wants to be, she thought. Charming or repulsive. And Damon Salvatore, he was both.

"What are you talking about?" she mumbled, trying to make sense of his craziness.

"Those damn slave drivers. They think they can push you around whenever they want. Well, not anymore. You never have to do a thing they tell you to again. I'm here. Shhh, it's okay."

He was whispering to her. Soothing whispers. But she didn't feel soothed. Because she knew what he was talking about. Alaric and John. What was he going to do to them? Oh no. That's when she remembered all of her security guards. And Bonnie. What had happened to them when the bus crashed? She hoped for the best, of course, but she knew in her heart they wouldn't be alive. Psycho's don't leave witnesses, and even if they sometimes do, if he had left them alive, they would have found her by now. No. Her friend Bonnie was gone. They people who spent their lives keeping her safe instead of being with their families were gone. She tried not to think about how they would never see the light of day again. Or play with their children, or smile. She had to be strong. She had to save the life that she still could. Her aunt's.

Damon was rocking her now. Back and forth. Holding her in his arms. How did she get there? She didn't know. She felt like stabbing him, hitting him, killing him even. She hated him. But she couldn't wiggle out of his grasp because then he would know what she was about to do. She was about to leave this place once and for all.

She knew Jenna was still in the closet, but what if she was injured or nearly dead as well? Oh GOSH, it was making her crazy. She knew what she had to do. She needed to climb out the window and get help from the nearest person possible. That was Jenna's only chance. And it wasn't going to be easy.

She was in the top floor penthouse of some building, after all. Climbing out the window wouldn't mean that she could plummet onto soft grass and run across the street to the police station. No. Climbing out the window on this floor meant she would have to balance herself on the ledge of the outside of the building and slowly crawl down rock climbing style until she was in front of the window to a neighboring suite. Of course, since the penthouse suite took up the whole top floor, she would have to gradually move downwards until she was at the floor underneath her, where there had to be some sort of balcony she could climb drop onto.

Except, this wasn't exactly rock climbing. If she fell, she would fall to her death. And really, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe she deserved to die for putting her aunt in such a terrible situation, and causing the deaths or injuries of all of those people just because she pursued music and some crazy man decided to kidnap her. But if she did fall, her dead bod would eventually alert people in the building, including Damon, and he would kill Jenna for sure.

So, she did the only thing she could do in this situation. The only thing left that would save her plan, and Jenna. She leaned back and looked up to see her captor's baby blue eyes staring straight at her. She reached up to grab his face and kissed him, hard.

I know it's been so long since I wrote a new chapter. I'm sorry. I'll ALWAYS finish what I start though, rest assured. So, if I get positive feedback (5+ reviews) I'll update again tomorrow!

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