Elena didn't sleep all night, afraid she would oversleep. She didn't say goodbye to Jenna besides the goodnight a few hours before. She didn't say goodbye to anyone. She decided to wear a simple dark red dress that was her favorite along with black leather boots. She didn't know what to do with her hair, so she just let them fall freely. She put some makeup on, but very little. She grabbed a small bag but thought better of it. She didn't need her phone, not when it could track her to the Salvatore house. Elena didn't know what Damon was going to do with her body, but she didn't want to cause him or his brother any trouble.

She put on a warmer jacket because the morning was cold and rainy; it was still dark outside when she left. The Salvatore house was not that far away and after less than half an hour she was already at their door. Elena didn't know if everything is going to work according to plan, and she didn't know if Stefan was actually gone; what if he opened the door? But still, Elena knocked.

The door opened itself, and the hinges creaked. Elena stood outside for a moment but eventually came in. Inside was dark, she could barely see.

"Damon?" she called out. It was the first thing she said that day. And hopefully one of the lasts.

No one answered. She called Damon's name one more time while walking down the hall and looking around. She knew the Salvatore house practically as well as her own but it the dark everything looked different; the shadows that disappeared during the day were changing the structure of the walls and floors.

She kept walking until she heard a voice, "Elena."

Elena shivered. She turned around. Damon was half hidden in the shadows but the parts of him that were not hidden flashed his naked chest. Elena couldn't stop looking; his shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and muscular, she wanted to touch his body so bad. When she finally managed to look at his face, she saw his dark expression.

"I came, as you asked," she said in a weak voice. She spoke as if she didn't know how to talk to people. He made her lose her mind.

"That's good. Come with me."

He reached out his hand – Elena didn't notice when he managed to get close enough to reach her – and she took it. He led her upstairs, into one of the rooms, and all the way she had an entertaining view of his muscular chest.

"Is Stefan gone?" she asked meekly.

"I told you he would be. And I'm never wrong," he answered without looking at her.

The room Damon took her to was big and, just like everything else, hidden in shadows. She saw the silhouette of a bed, a bookcase, and some other miscellaneous things. Damon let go of her hand. She didn't see his face, but she thought he looked her up and down.

"Did you dress up?" Elena heard a smirk in his voice.

Again, she blushed, but it was dark, and he must've missed it. "I... just put on a dress. For my last day, you know. I wanted it to be something nicer."

He got closer again. Elena could feel he was pushing her into the wall when her back touched it. "Is that so?" he asked. His voice was right there as if he spoke right in front of her. And then he actually was there.

Elena swallowed, "I know this might seem stupid to you. You're an immortal creature."

He didn't answer that. "No second thoughts?" he asked quietly.

Elena shook her head. She had never wanted anything so bad.

Damon took a final step and she saw his face; sharp, hard, beautiful, illuminated by the moonlight. She felt the urge to kiss him as the first and last kiss of her life, but she couldn't.

He grabbed the back of her neck and held it stiffly. Elena gasped at how rough he was. She supposed no death is ever soft.

Damon bent into her, towering over her just like the last two times they were together alone. He leaned her head to the side and with his other hand he brushed her hair away, exposing her neck. He leaned in…

Elena wondered what it would feel like. Sharp pain. Warm blood running down her side. Damon's body crushing her into the wall, his hunger ruling over his senses. Her consciousness slipping away from her, bit by bit, until finally there was nothing left of her…

But instead of sharp fangs, she felt his lips on her skin. The touch was surprisingly sweet and tender. She began shaking but not for the reason she usually shook. Elena's knees buckled but Damon held her firmly close to him. She was taken by surprise.

It's cruel. So cruel to allow her to feel such softness before the brutality of her demise.

Elena whimpered.

"Now, now," she heard Damon murmur.

He raised his head to look at her. They looked at each other for a moment – prey and predator.

"What are you doing?" Elena asked. Her voice was inaudible. A human ear would've not heard her, but Damon did.

Damon smiled, flashing his fangs. "You really thought I'd kill you now? In my room?"

"Then what… Why are you—why are we here?" she asked, trying to make sense of it all.

He reached out his hand and caressed her cheek.

"Because I want you here."

"You told me to come here so you would kill me. You promised that."

Damon's expression darkened. "I promised no such thing. I said I'd kill you. I didn't say when." Elena frowned. She wanted to bang her head against the wall until it hurt. But more than anything she wanted to cry. "Did you really expect me to grant your wish while you did nothing to have my wishes in mind?"

"What could you want from me?" she asked. She didn't even notice she had started crying. Damon licked the tear off her cheek.

"What do men want from women? What do vampires want from humans? I want all of you."

Elena sniffed. "But you promised you'd kill me," she repeated the same thing she had already said thrice.

"Oh, yes, I will, but first I want to get some satisfaction, some entertainment. You get it, don't you?" His voice was soft and sweet and it tasted like poison in the air.

Elena, in fact, did not get anything, but she was too scared to tell him.

"You… want me to do something for you?"

Damon laughed darkly, "Oh, you're even more innocent than I thought. So young and so full of dark thoughts about death." He got silent, studying her face as if she wasn't there. "Yes, I want you to do things for me. I want to fuck you. I want to drink your blood whenever I feel like it. I want your total submission to me. And then, if you satisfy me, you'll get your end of the deal."

It took a minute for Elena to realize Damon was asking for her to be his whore and his sustenance at the same time. She didn't know what was worse, but she was willing to do anything to die. By the way, Stefan said Damon gets bored easily. Surely he'd get bored of her soon enough and then end her life.

But there was one more thing.

"What about Caroline? If I'm yours, she'll be mad, won't she?"

Damon's expression was blank. "Who?"

There was a strange satisfaction in Elena's heart that he didn't know Caroline's name but he knew hers.

"The blonde girl. The one you're dating."

He laughed, "I don't date. Ever."

Elena still couldn't believe they were having this conversation when their bodies were so close, and she felt the heat of his body electrify her senses.

"She has a different opinion on that. She told everyone she's dating you."

Damon looked at you, his smile growing wider and wickeder. "Oh, you're a little monogamous minx, aren't you?" he said in a patronizing tone. "Fine, let it be as you wish; if you're willing to be mine, blondie will leave the game."

Relief flooded Elena; she didn't understand why – she was nowhere near her goal than she was after speaking to Damon last night.

"Okay," she heard herself say.

"So you agree on terms and conditions."

Elena blinked. She forgot what they were talking about. "Uhm, yes. I will do whatever you wish."

Damon's smile was unflinching. "Very well."

There was still something Elena needed to know. "But why did you tell me to come here? You could've told me all this last night instead of making me hope for nothing."

Damon's face hardened. Elena immediately regretted her words. "Don't speak to me like that," he said. He didn't yell or scream, and his voice didn't sound angry but there was blank danger in it. "I did not make you hope for nothing. Your time will come. Don't wish for everything to happen your way without putting in any work."

Elena looked down, "I'm sorry," she said reflexively. She waited for Damon to say something else with her head down.

He must've been surprised by how fast she learned to submit to him, but he didn't know that's how she was raised. He didn't say anything to her apology.

She was still looking down, but she had to raise her eyes when she felt his thumb forcing her face up. He didn't allow her to look away. "Now that I've made it clear how this is going to work, let's see if you fit to do what I want you to."

He moved away and began unbuckling his belt while Elena watched him horrified. Damon turned to her and gestured for her, "Get on the bed."

Elena clenched her thighs reflexively, "What are you doing?" She thought this to be an awful joke.

There was no humor in Damon's tone. "Was I unclear?" he asked. There was a hint of fury there that made Elena want to crawl inside herself. She slowly sat on the bed; her face now was on the same level as Damon's crotch. His fingers were working on the zipper. Elena stared at her hands again. She nibbled at the skin of the fingers. "Stop that," Damon scolded her. "Take the dress off." Elena did so with quivering hands. "And the rest too." Elena unclasped her bra and put it aside, then bent over and slid her panties down her legs and threw them on the ground. Damon watched her intently but didn't help. Elena pulled her knees up and hugged her breasts, trying to hide her body from his prying eyes. "Lay down." She had nothing else to do, so she listened.

She lay down awkwardly, not knowing what to do with her hands. She wanted to cover up her breasts in a protective way, but she forced herself to put her arms stiffly at her sides. She stared at the intricate ornaments and carvings on the old wooden ceiling. In the periphery of her vision, Elena could see that Damon was all naked; he wore only pants, and they were off now.

How did she end up here? How did this happen? She never knew she would end up a prostitute because her parents died. This only happened in Victorian novels. Well, her life was definitely getting worse and worse with each year, but she never saw herself getting that low. In bed with a vampire who saw her as nothing more than a doll to fuck and eat. Maybe that's all she was. Maybe that's all she's worth. Elena dwelled on the feeling of how abhorrent this was.

Elena felt his big hands on her waist, and it made her get back to reality. Damon was on top of her, his eyes so blue it consumed her vision—blue blue blue. He was touching her—belly, thighs, caressing her skin in a way no one ever did, then his touches became so rough they bruised; he squeezed, pinched, scratched her flesh, making her moan—she didn't know the feeling would consume her. She felt his hot dick at her cunt, but he didn't enter her, not yet. He kissed her until her lungs burned and her lips were bloody and swollen—her first kiss ever made her dizzy, she spoke some incoherent nonsense whenever his mouth traveled somewhere else—biting her nipples but not breaking the skin, kissing her inner thighs and leaving bruises there, sucking on her neck until it went numb—and then her never-ending sentences would be interrupted by his tongue in her throat again and she would almost choke by it.

When Damon's lips abandoned her and his hands stopped roaming her body, Elena immediately felt empty and alone. She raised her head up to get more of him, but he held her down by her throat; his eyes glinted with passion.

"I'm going to break you in now," Damon announced, his voice hoarse.

Elena nodded, eager to have all of him, to please him, to be someone's someone.

Damon looked down at her cunt and positioned his cock at her entrance. He entered her slowly and she started feeling the stinging pain, but his hand that was still on her throat began squeezing, making her dizzy. When he was settled in her to the brink, she felt his body tense—he began cursing, moving in her slowly at first but as his movements became more frantic, so his hand clutched at her throat until she saw stars in her vision—the feeling was immaculate. He thrust into her as if he wanted to reach the end of the world. And—Elena couldn't quite believe it—the same pressure on her neck that made her mind go black was building in her lower belly and—while Damon fucked her, kissed her with such thoroughness that made her forget her name and feel only the blood on her lips that he lapped up eagerly—she thought she would die if he didn't allow her release.

In the end, Damon's trusts were faster and harder, and Elena thought he would break her in half. But then he stilled, and she felt something warm and liquid-like fill her up—she had never felt so full. After less than a moment, her core began to clench around him, and with his fingers still clasping at her neck, she felt lightheaded until she reached a catharsis she never imagined possible. She read of this feeling a lot; she knew how it was supposed to feel like—but she never dreamed it to be like that—beyond words.

Elena gasped.

Her mind went blank.

She was nothing.

She wasn't.

The feeling she chased for so long.

There it was—there—there.

When she came back, she realized Damon had released her throat; she heard her hard breathing and wildly beating heart. Damon's face was burrowed in her neck (he hadn't bitten her and that knowledge made Elena feel weird) and the next moment he moved away from her, stood up and left the room.

Elena stayed lying in bed. She was still trying to catch her breath. Why did Damon leave? Did he not like this? She could tell he felt the same pleasure she did from the way his eyes fired up and his body pulsed. Is he going to tell her to leave and never see him again? God, she wished he wouldn't.

Elena turned to the side and curled into a fetal position. She wondered what she should do now. Her thoughts were still slow from all that pleasure. She thought about what people usually did after sex. She knew guys liked to be over it as soon as it was done. Elena swallowed, got out of bed—her legs were shaking, but not from frustration—and started looking for her clothes. She put on her bra and underwear. She had nothing to clean her thighs with, but she would still have to come back home to get her stuff for school.

School. Who cares about that now? An hour ago she was sure she'd meet her death here. Now she had the most mind-blowing sex ever and she was about to go to school?

She was going down the stairs when she heard, "Where do you think you're going?"

Elena turned around. Damon was on the top of the stairs, naked for all to see in all his glory. He was a Greek god and Elena was a mortal at his mercy.

"I thought—you wanted me to—leave."

"You don't get to think what I want," he said. He wasn't angry or imposing, he was simply stating a fact.

"It's Monday. I have school," Elena said when she finally thought of what coherent to say.

Damon started walking down toward her, "I'll drive you," he said.

"You're naked," Elena reminded him.

Damon disappeared as if he was never there and reappeared after mere seconds at the door, fully clothed. "Done," he said. There was a hint of a smirk on his face.

Elena swallowed, "I need to get home first. All my stuff are…"

Damon already opened the door for her, "We'll stop by."

Elena trembled.