Chapter Six: I'm a Slave 4 U

Out of the corner of her eyes, Elena surveyed the room. The ceilings were high, almost as tall as the ceilings in the lobbies of Four Seasons hotels. The furniture was very modern and the color scheme was silver and black. The staircase looked like steel of some sort, as did the detailing around the penthouse. She snuck a peek at "Damon" and noticed that his eyes had snapped open. He was watching her. The kiss deepened and she tried to focus on her objective. She wasn't in a very good situation. She had heard of delusional men and women stalking celebrities, but never kidnapping. It was all so confusing. How in the world had he gotten rid of all of those cars tailing her? How had no one else on the road seen him? Maybe they did see him, she thought. Maybe they got a good look at him, but they just didn't know where he could have taken her. Yes, that's it. The world was searching for her as she sat here, making out with the person who took her in the first place and did something horrible to her aunt. Elena hoped that they'd find her soon. She prayed that she didn't have to carry out this charade for much longer. After all, she was just a child. A little girl at heart thrust into a dangerous, life and death situation. She didn't know this man from atom. He could be hiding a razor blade behind his back as they kissed, waiting to strike. She felt nauseous. Except, she didn't have the luxury of thinking about how unfair this all was. She had to be strong, just for a little while.

Step 1, complete. Step 2, here I come,' she thought warily.

Elena abruptly pulled back from the embrace. Damon didn't look surprised like she thought he would. He stared back at her, knowingly. Like he knew what she was doing.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm just really confused. A little shaken, too, that's all. Can I please go see my aunt? I'm so worried about her."

BAM!

Elena jumped off of the couch. Damon's fist had connected with the coffee table beside the couch, and the entire thing split open and fell apart. It had happened in an instant. She hadn't even see him do it until the whole thing was in pieces. Scared out of her mind and worried that she was next, Elena ran across the room and searched for a place to hide. What had set him off? 'Who knows,' she thought. He was just a downright crazy person. He was wild and uncivilized, sure, but Elena was most frightened by something completely unconnected to that.

Damon had been doing weird things this whole time, and they were all finally adding up in her mind. First, he had managed to deter all of the unmarked cars holding her security guards, and then to topple over her huge tour bus with her inside. He had run so fast to grab her when she had tried to run away. And now, he had some sort of wacky super strength. No man could have destroyed that thick mahogany table with just a tap of their fist. No one could have run that fast to catch her, either, especially when she had incapacitated him first. Finally, it was absolutely impossible to be as handsome as that stupid man was. And that was when she knew. Damon was the devil. And he was probably running around killing all of the angels in the world, herself included, one by one.

Elena finally reached the staircase and ran up as fast as she could without looking back. She needed some time to think things through a little. She was feeling absolutely overwhelmed and needed just a moment to hide herself away. Elena thought back to her sleep walking incident and foiled escape attempt and tried to remember which rooms she had seen on her way downstairs both times. She was going to try to find a place to hide in one of the upstairs rooms and possibly search for a phone while he was looking for her elsewhere. Elena ran down the hallway and threw open the door to a room she thought she had remembered seeing ajar earlier. She thought she had seen the edge of a desk indicating that it possibly lead to Damon's office or something similar, which would surely have a phone, right?

She barged into the room and shut the door behind her, taking a deep breath of air and sighing in relief that she was safe. For now. Except, when she turned around away from the door and surveyed the room, it wasn't an office. It was the bedroom she had woken up in earlier. Damon's room. And who was sitting on the bed smugly? None other than her kidnapper himself. Shirt off, just reclining there, looking as though he had been there all along. But she knew the truth.

"I see you've found my bedroom. What do you say we make use of it while we're in here?" He grinned slyly and motioned for her to come join him.

Elena was repulsed. I mean, yes, he was excruciatingly attractive, but at the same time he sickened her. Who was this horrible man who thought he could kidnap anyone he wanted and injure his victim's family members? The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew, and she couldn't control her rage any longer.

She stepped towards him with a venomous glare and prepared to tear him to pieces.

"Don't you know that there is something wrong with you? I'm sick of walking on egg shells around you! I don't even know who you are, and you think you can just do whatever you want to me and my family! I'll tell you something, "Damon," there is something seriously wrong with you. I know what you are. I know that you're not only crazy, but a monster. Some sort of demon, or maybe you're the devil himself. Whatever you are, I don't want anything to do with you, so give me my aunt, and let us go. Because if I stick around you one more second, I might just vomit." She stood still now, shocked that she was able to come up with such hatred for a man she barely even knew. She wondered briefly about how worried everyone must be about her. Her fans were probably heartbroken.

At the end of her rant, she was seething, and it felt good to get all of her anger out. She was staring straight into Damon's eyes, and she saw them change abruptly from amusement to full fledged fury. She suddenly found herself pinned to his bed, and she knew he had used his strange speed to get them there. He pressed his half naked, incredibly gorgeous body tightly against hers and she was momentarily distracted. He was so hot, with his ripped muscles and shaggy black hair and contrasting blue eyes. Her body fit perfectly into his and she had a sudden urge to kiss him again, for real this time. Before she could do anything hasty, though, her saved her from the embarrassment and and bent down to whisper in her ear.

"I don't think you understand, Elena. There is absolutely nothing stopping me from taking you on the floor right now. In fact, what do you think about maybe making your little auntie watch?"

If anything could shake her out of her trance, that certainly did. Elena glared back at him spitefully and began trying her best to wiggle free from his grasp.

"You wouldn't," she spat back at him.

He glared right back at her.

"Wouldn't I? Don't test me, Elena. The only thing keeping that deadweight alive is my wish to do so, and that could change at any time. I sincerely suggest you shut that annoying little mouth of yours or it could end up very, very badly for the both of you."

Damon rolled slowly off of her and laughed when she tried to make a break for the door. His apartment was designed with safety in mind, and the door had automatically locked behind her when she first came in. She couldn't get out.

"Don't you know what I am, Elena? Come on, think about it. I'm not a demon. You could only wish I was something that benign. I'm something far, far worse. I'm fast, and I'm strong, and I'm better at everything a human can do by a hundred fold. Most of all, though, I'm forceful." He smiled with his perfect white teeth and Elena stepped back until she could feel the door against her back.

Damon continued.

"I feed on human blood and I kill for my own enjoyment. So what am I, Elena? Come on, guess."

Elena stuttered for a little while before she finally regained her voice.

"I.. I don't know." Of course she knew. Of course she did. But she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want it to be true.

"I'm a vampire." He answered for her. "And I bite... hard." His bright blue eyes glistened with excitement as he approached her slowly, predatorily.

Elena could feel tears stinging in her eyes again, and she tried her best to hold them in, she didn't want to let him know that she was intimidated by him, even though she was sure that he could tell anyway. She tried to focus on her goal. She couldn't incite him anymore, she determined. She couldn't rile him up again because he would kill her for sure. Or would he? Why would he go through all of the trouble that he went through to kidnap her if he was just going to kill her? Maybe he wouldn't kill her. Maybe he had some other sick plan for her.

She shook her head wildly and looked down at the ground, wishing that she was anywhere except for where she was now.

He kept coming, though, and suddenly he was there in front of her, looking down into her eyes with an emotion that Elena couldn't decipher. He put his hands on her hips and she had to use every muscle in her body to prevent herself from shrugging him off. She was scared out of her mind. Damon knew this, and let out a short chuckle.

"Oh, please. Quit the frightened little girl act. We both know you want me. What happened to the girl who kissed me like a maniac downstairs just a few short minutes ago?" He was smirking at her. Smirking!

"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked softly.

Uh oh. A tear slipped out and rolled down her cheek.

He brought his hand up and wiped away her tear. She couldn't stop thinking that it was the hand of a vampire, a murderer. She had thought that it was impossible, and that it only happened in books and fantasy. Apparently, she was wrong, and her heart was racing with fear. Would he feed on her? Damon led her slowly to his bed and sat her down.

"If you hadn't have wrecked our beautiful moment downstairs with talk of your silly little relative, none of this would have even happened, love." He started running his hands through her hair and she tried not to gag. A part of her wished she would gag though, the part of her that felt little butterflies.

She continued softly. "I don't understand what you want from me. I told you, if you want money, I'll give it to you. You can clear out all of my accounts. Just take me to the bank and I'll.."

He cut her off.

"Look around, Elena? You think I suffer from a lack of money?" He laughed. "I'm a billionaire. I can have anything I want. And I wanted you, to answer your question. I wanted you..." he moved closer to her, "...and so I took you. It was as simple as that."

She frowned and felt her sadness diminish. She started feeling the fright set in again, hard this time, but she didn't have to say anything else, because he kept talking.

"I'm sure you're upset about your aunt, yeah. But we can help each other out here. Tell you what. I'll make you a promise. I'll return your aunt safe and sound to her house in Virginia today if you do something for me.

Elena looked up and nodded. She was relieved. She could save Jenna after all.

"Whatever you want, I'll do it. Just make sure she's okay."

Damon smiled. Everything was running smoothly. Elena had fallen for his plan exactly like he knew she would.