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Damon turned to the girl, who was sitting on the bed, shaking violently. He sighed deeply. This process was being repeated more times than he liked to admit, and his patience was running low. It was always the same questions: "who are you?" "Where am I?" and he was sick and tired. This Elena girl, though she wasn't like the others, was still getting on his nerves.

Using his human speed, he walked to the bed casually, and he could hear the girl's heart beating fast, her eyes wide and her body still shaking. She jerked back when she sensed his approach, because she couldn't quite see since there was no light at all.

"You're going to stop asking questions and sleep,"Damon compelled the girl, and then the latter yawned, falling asleep without hesitation. Damon smiled, pleased with his work. Humans that could be compelled were almost becoming extinct due to the precautions lots of secret anti-vampire foundations were taking, and one of the precautions he didn't really like was the vervain in the town's water supply.

But this girl could be compelled, and he planned to take advantage of this. He was sure that she'll bore him some day, and he could use his compulsion to give her up with no resistance.

He was about to leave the room but thought better of it. He sat down on her bed, running a hand through her silky brown hair, mesmerized by her existence. He couldn't even understand how he should feel and what he should do. There were parts of him that wanted to hurt the girl so badly, like Katherine did. He wanted to hurt her because he had never gotten the chance to hurt Katherine the way she had hurt him.

And then, there was a part of him that wanted to…well, not protect her, He would never bring his existence down like that. Vampires weren't meant to protect humans. What was the word, he thought, maybe keep her as his companion? Make her his for the taking? Something like that, he was sure. Nothing more.

His eyes filled with bloodlust when his hand found its way to her carotid artery, the soft flesh of her neck against his strong hands. But cursing silently, he ordered himself not to feed on her. Not that way and not that moment.

The girl stirred, but Damon didn't care. There was no way in hell she could wake up, not after his compulsion. He still remembered clearly the night that he first met her, and although it didn't mean anything to him, he still helped her in the end. And from that moment on, Damon had been struggling to find out why he helped her. He shouldn't care what happened to a measly human, after all, apart from her looks she was nothing special. She was just a normal seventeen year old girl, a teenager who, according to Damon's assumptions, had mood swings and wanted to claw everyone's face off when she was having a bad time. There was nothing worth saving, or was there?

Damon sighed deeply, covering the cold girl with a thicker blanket and going down to pour himself another drink.

Stefan returned at home early in the morning, with a girl in her early twenties. They both looked drunk out of their minds, and Damon could hear the flirty comments Stefan was making, and the girl's drunken laughs.

'You won't laugh tomorrow,' Damon said to himself, and before he could even finish the thought, he heard the girl scream. From where he was, he could see Stefan let himself transform to the blood sucking demon, and he could hear the girl trying to run away. Stefan seemed pleased; Damon knew how much Stefan loved every second of the hunt. It was a vampire's natural instinct, however it was also a ripper's hobby. Damon didn't move from where he was. He and his brother might have teamed up and he would still kill anyone that tries to harm his brother, but he still didn't want to have the bond they had in 1864, when they were humans. He did not want to repeat history with any girl, so Damon had warned Stefan that he wouldn't share any humans, even after he's done with them. Stefan seemed to agree, but with Elena…he still wasn't sure. After all, she was the identical twin of their backstabbing ex girlfriend.

The screaming suddenly stopped, but Damon could hear Stefan's low growls, indicating that he was hungry. Damon suddenly became wary, and when he heard Stefan climbing up the stairs, he shot up from bed, sitting up immediately. Stefan wasn't going to his bedroom…

He flashed to Elena's room faster than a bolt of lightning. Stefan was in Elena's bedroom, his fangs still elongated, and he was brushing Elena's hair away from her neck. Elena was wide awake, and she was so afraid that she was almost paralyzed. Stefan had one strong hand on her mouth, not only keeping her from screaming but also cutting off her air. Damon felt his fangs extend in fury and before Stefan could lay a finger on her, he had him pinned to the next wall.

"What the hell?" Stefan growled, trying to fight Damon off.

"I told you, you do not get to touch her," Damon threatened, tightening his grip on Stefan's neck. "She is mine."

"I wasn't going to kill her," Stefan spat. "It wasn't about her. It was about the blood."

Damon let go of him. "Do not let me repeat this conversation, Stefan. You cannot come any closer to Elena. Not her blood and sure as hell not her body."

Stefan cursed, but disappeared from the room in an instant. Damon turned casually to the girl, who was sobbing silently now. He walked to her bed, and Elena jerked back, hugging her knees, still traumatized by everything that was going on. How could a man move that fast, and pin another man in a mere second?

When Damon sat next to her, he heard her sharp intake of breath. He reached out to tug a loose strand of hair behind her ear and she flinched.

"Please, don't hurt me," She begged, trying to wipe her tears, but more followed.

"Hmph," He simply commented, and even though she still couldn't see his face, she knew that he was looking at her like she was his personal toy.

"Look at me," He ordered when he sensed her looking down.

"No."

Damon swore loudly and then roughly grabbed Elena's chin. "When I say something, you have to obey," He growled, "Or I'll be happy to tear you up in little pieces."

"Okay, okay, please stop, you're hurting me," Elena whimpered.

Damon let go of her chin and he could see the imprints of his supernatural strength on her jaw and chin, and for a minute he almost felt sorry he didn't actually plan on hurting her like that yet.

She touched the forming bruises and more tears came out of her eyes. Good. She was even more scared of him now.

He sighed, and took her chin in his hands again, gently this time. Boring his eyes to hers, he compelled her to forget everything that happened that night.

"She's been missing all night, Sheriff Forbes," Jenna said, taking deep breaths. "I called all her friends. She wasn't with any of them…"

"Jenna, we'll find her," Elizabeth Forbes assured her. "I'll get people to search for her and I'll go investigate myself. But I can't file a missing person report yet. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't. But if after 36 hours she's still missing, I'll file the investigation report myself…."

"Thank you," Jenna said, tears forming in her eyes. "Her brother is searching for her too…"

"Good," Sheriff Forbes encouraged. "We will find her, Jenna."

She was about to leave, but then she turned back. "Jenna, I know that Elena was very sad lately…Do you think that she had a reason to run away?"

Jenna sighed. "It's been hard. But Elena would never do something like that, I know that…"

"It's okay, Jenna," Sheriff Forbes sensed her tensing. "It was just a question. It'll be okay."

Elena stirred, finding herself suddenly very sore. She yawned and stretched, until she suddenly realized that she didn't even remember how she got home.

Then, all of a sudden, she looked at the sheets that were keeping her warm, and at the surroundings. This place was not her room.

Where the hell was she?

Memories flashed back and she suddenly remembered that she had been on the beach. Yes, she was on the beach, and then someone had kidnapped her. But she couldn't remember anything else, she obviously must've woken up in some point or another, no? She must've put some resistance…

"I see you're finally awake," A voice said, and Elena's head shot up.

"Who are you?" Elena gasped, inspecting him with wide eyes.

"My name is Damon Salvatore," He said casually. "You must be Elena Gilbert."

"Y-Yes," The girl whimpered. "Where am I? What do you want with me?"

"Hmm, slow down tiger," Damon smirked. "First of all, you're far away from your beloved Mystic Falls, and that should be enough for now. Second, you do not want to know."

But Damon could barely finish his sentence. Elena had managed to run to the next door, aiming to get out of there as fast as possible. But Damon suddenly appeared behind her, slamming the door shut and pinning Elena to the door.

"Listen up, little girl," Damon groaned, pushing her to the door, causing Elena to yelp in pain as the material dug into her skin. His hands grabbed her forearms tightly and he shook her roughly to keep her still as she was aggressively trying to fight him off.

"Stop," Damon warned, "I don't want to hurt you, but I can if you don't co-operate."

Elena stopped trying to fight him off, not only because of the threat, but also due to the fact that more she struggled the more he was tightening his grip. She feared that her bones were going to snap.

When she stopped struggling, Damon loosened his grip on her and Elena tried to rub her sore arms, but Damon was pressed up so tightly to her that she could barely fit a hand between them.

He backed away a little, and his eyes burning, he said, "Don't ever do that again. Or I'll make sure that there are consequences…and that you'll remember the consequences."

Elena nodded her head, still shaking.

"Good. Now that that is settled, I need to talk to you about the rules…" He smirked, loving the power he had over her. He loved when he was the one in control, the one that was feared and hated.

"First of all, you shall speak when I ask you t o," Damon said, circling her. "This house will be your home for a while and you can go whatever you want. However, you have to be in your bedroom by midnight."

"Why by midnight?"

"You're breaking my first rule, Elena," Damon said firmly, but there was a cocky teasing smile in his voice. "I do not owe you any explanations, but midnight's not a good time to wander by yourself in a house like this, anyway."

"Do we understand each other?" He asked when he realized that Elena didn't answer.

"Y-Yes."

"Good," Damon smirked, "As long as we're clear."

But by the time Damon left, Elena threw herself on the bed, bawling her eyes out. She felt so scared, and the man's eyes and black raven hair…It reminded her of something. She knew she had seen that man before, but there was something deeper than that.

No, she wouldn't stay there. She had to try to escape. She wouldn't let him make her his slave.

At about noon, Damon came in her room to find her lying on her back again. He had two plastic bags in his hands, and he tossed them easily at Elena.

"Here are some clothes," Damon said, his voice clear. "Oh, and I brought you something to eat."

When Elena saw the clothes, it took everything inside to stop her from crying. There were clothes enough for a lifetime, which meant that she was going to be held captive for quite a while.

She peeked into the brown bag that Damon brought to find a burger and fries.

"Are you going to eat that or not?" Damon asked annoyed.

"I'm not hungry."

"If you're planning to starve yourself to death you're mistaken," He threatened. "Now, be a good girl and eat your food."

With that, he left the room, and Elena seemed to remember what the man reminded her of.

Yes, this man reminded her of death.

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