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When Elena woke up the next morning, her arms were sore. To her enormous surprise, she was untied, and when she blinked twice she realized that she was still in Damon's bedroom. Panic overwhelmed her as she scanned the room, but thankfully, Damon wasn't there. He had the decency to leave.
She was still afraid after the night's events. Sure, he didn't do anything that will permanently effect her, but she still closed her eyes when she remembered the panic she felt when she ended up played with by a man that she didn't even know. She didn't even know how far he was going to go, but at least, he didn't hurt her. She remembered the feather light kiss on the lips he had given her, and she shivered involuntarily.
She quickly realized that her body was refusing to move, she was suddenly very cold and she felt a large headache coming. She tried to snuggle into the blankets to keep herself warm but it didn't help much. Her night shirt was so thin.
Elena moved to open the door to get another blanket from her previous bedroom, but the door was locked. Apparently, Damon kept his promise and kept her locked in. Sighing in frustration Elena threw herself on the bed once more, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the worst that could happen that day.
"Damon," Stefan greeted his brother with a smirk, as well with a glass of blood.
"Morning, brother," Damon mumbled, accepting the glass and downing half of it in a mere second.
"Is the girl still alive?"
Damon shook his head. "I don't plan on killing her yet, I told you."
"What did you do to her, then?"
"I just scared her a little," Damon said shortly, showing Stefan that he doesn't want to talk about it.
"We can't keep her here anymore, Damon," Stefan said, "I think we better give her to Klaus…I don't know, trade her or something."
"Why? She's good here."
"Look, Damon. Tyler Lockwood informed me that Klaus is searching for a doppelganger." Elena's definitely a doppelganger. I don't want to risk being exposed by someone that we're keeping his human here. If we play it wise, we can give him the girl and get something-Katherine-in return."
"Do you think that he will get a witch to help us? What if he's not looking for Katherine's doppelganger? Maybe another doppelganger?"
"I don't see why not…we have to tell him that we're going to help him search for her. I don't want him to know she's staying with us before he agrees on reviving Katherine. And if the girl isn't the doppelganger he's searching for, he can still give her to someone…Who doesn't want a Katherine's look-a-like?"
"Sounds like a plan," Damon muttered. "But we need to think about it. We have to be careful."
"Fine," Stefan said, "We'll think about it. Klaus called, by the way. I have to go to meet him in his mansion to help him with some things…Klaus's always up to something. I'll be gone for at least three days. Also, he made it clear that there should be no more kidnappings for a while."
"Okay, fine," Damon said, "When are you going to leave?"
"Now," Stefan replied. "I'll see you later."
Three days alone with Elena.
No work, no Stefan, no vampires.
Just him and the girl.
He smirked, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.
He blurred to his bedroom and unlocked the door. There, Elena Gilbert, was asleep, laying like a goddess on his bed. He couldn't help but smile a genuine smile at the sight. She stirred in her sleep, and then Damon saw her little doe eyes open, and then her eyes locked with his. He heard her sharp intake of breath and he saw her move back, and it was then that he saw how pale she looked and her forehead glistening with perspiration.
He walked slowly towards her, his attention fixed firmly on the sound of her heart beating. It was beating fast, and Damon felt guilt wash over him like a tsunami. Had he really scared her that much?
But he shrugged it off.
"What's wrong?" He asked her when he saw her pale face closely. "Are you sick?"
Elena nodded. "I don't feel so good."
"You probably caught a fever…going out in the snow wearing a thin nightshirt wasn't your brightest idea, Miss Gilbert."
He looked at her with a wide grin, but he quickly turned serious when he saw a big purple bruise on her shoulder. It seemed new.
"What happened to you?" He said, pointing at the bruise.
"Well, you can ask your friend Stefan," She spat out his name.
His knuckles turned white. "What did Stefan do to you?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
She was about to turn away when he turned her around to face him again.
"Elena. I'm not going to hurt you, you can tell me."
"He said that I'm not supposed to tell you or he'll kill me…" Tears formed in her eyes.
"No, he won't. I won't let him touch you."
"After you left, he came here," Elena said, "I don't know what I saw…It was dark, but he silenced me and told me to keep still. I tried to get away but I was tied…I don't know what he did to me, but all I felt was pain. In my neck."
Damon's jaw dropped in anger. His brother had bit the girl, after specifically telling him that he shouldn't touch her. How didn't he notice when he went to untie her?
"Turn around," He instructed her, and she bit her lip, suddenly afraid.
"I'm not going to hurt you," He promised her again. "I'm just going to check it out, okay? Can you trust me?"
Elena stared at him for a second, then she nodded her head, turning around. Damon examined Elena's neck, shoulder and back, and he bit back a profanity when he saw how marked she was.
He was going to make him pay. Nobody touched his human without getting away.
"Do they hurt?"
"A little," She admitted.
He raised, going in the kitchen to get her something to drink and some pills. He knew he wasn't supposed to do what he was going to do, but he made a cut into his wrist and poured some blood into the cranberry juice. He couldn't let her suffer.
He sighed, scolding himself for caring for a measly human in all of a sudden. If Klaus knew that he had given a human his blood, he'll be pissed. Because they couldn't have a bond with humans or care for them, especially humans that were to be given up. But in a sudden, Damon was having second thoughts about giving her up. He knew that Klaus would hurt Elena and maybe even kill her.
He blurred upstairs and gave her the glass. She looked at him with questioning eyes, because the day before he had threatened her that he won't give her food or drink.
He didn't comment, but he gestured for her to drink it. She downed it in one long gulp, her little eyes still fixed on his face.
"Thank you," She said softly.
"You're welcome," He mumbled quietly, sitting down next to her. "What my brother did to you was wrong. He shouldn't have hurt you like that."
"He's your brother?"
"Yes."
"Why did he do that to me? I've done nothing to him."
"I don't know, Elena." Oh yes, he knew, it was about Katherine. Everything was about Katherine. The next thing he knows, Stefan would be dreaming to sleep with her and then toss her around like garbage. No. Not Elena.
He hated his brother for going after her. He was sure that if this went on, he would take Elena somewhere else himself. As long as she's his, he was ready to do anything. But no, no one touched his human. And he would be the first one to drink her blood the real way, he would give her pleasure, not someone like his brother that would probably kill her if he drank too much.
Half consciously, Damon was tracing lazy circles on Elena's arm, and to both of their surprises, she didn't flinch away.
He pulled himself together quickly, though. He didn't want to give her control again, she would become the death of him if he gave her control. He knew stories about vampires protecting their humans, some even falling in love with them. He refused to let anything happen between him and Elena except longing and owning. He was a vampire. It would be unnatural love if something like that ever happened, and human owning was always nice…It didn't hurt to have a social companion.
Without warning, he got out of the bed. "I'm going downstairs. You can join me if you want." He left, leaving the door unlocked. He didn't have a reason to keep her locked up…Sure, it would hurt and annoy her, but he would be bored alone downstairs, hearing her movements. She might as well join him, and he could be entertained and keep an eye on her at the same time.
He was sipping his drink silently, secretly waiting for her to make an appearance. She did.
From where he was, he could see her slowly going down the stairs, dressed in a light blue dress, one that he had chosen for her himself when he brought her clothes. She was beautiful, and he swallowed back his own saliva, his attention fixed on his drink to avoid vulnerability.
She joined him on the table, and the thing he first heard was her stomach contract in hunger. She hadn't eaten in all day. He could see her blush, she hated feeling weak, obviously.
He sighed. "Come on. Eat something, I'm not going to starve you to death."
He pushed a packet of ready-made sandwiches towards her direction.
She smiled at him, and for a while, he thought that an angel was smiling at him. Because she looked like an angel, young, carefree and vulnerable, and breakable. He had to be careful with her.
There was a light knock on the door, and Damon stood up. "Get back to your room for a while, Elena."
She nodded, but immediately complied.
"Damon," A man said with a smirk. It was one of the regular vampire smugglers, those that bought humans very often.
"Hey, David," Damon said, "What brought you here?"
"The usual," David smirked, "Any new ones?"
"We're on a break for a while," He said, leaning back with a frown when David entered the house without warning. "No new humans."
"That's a pity," David said. "I drained the last one. She got on my nerves."
"Happens," Damon commented. "I'll let you know when there are new ones."
"Wait," David said, "Is that a human scent I smell around here? I can hear moving upstairs."
"There's no one here," Damon said dismissively.
But David ignored him and blurred upstairs. He stopped in front of Elena's bedroom, and the door was a little bit open.
"What are you doing?" David groaned when he saw the girl. "If Klaus catches you keeping the kidnapped humans for yourself, he'll kill you. You know the job-Kidnap, sell, do it again."
"I'm not keeping her," Damon objected. "She's for another vampire. I'm doing him a favor."
"Since when do you do favors?" David smirked, eyeing the girl. "Who would want to get rid of Katherine's doppelganger?" He eyed Damon. "Come on, Damon. How much?"
"How much what?"
"Blood. Money. Whatever you want to give to Klaus. I'll pay a good price for her."
"She's not going to be sold," Damon said sternly. "Not now."
"Very well, then. I'm sure Klaus will be happy to hear that Damon, the most trusted human-hater slash kidnapper, is keeping humans for himself. Humans which are meant to be sold."
"I don't think so," Damon said. "You'll be dead before you get a word out. I'm older than you, little boy."
"Don't test me, Damon."
"David, I suggest that you leave in peace."
"Give me the girl and I will."
"You're not getting her," Damon roared, pinning him to the nearest wall. "Get out of my house."
"I'll be back," David threatened, "Trust me."
But David didn't get to move. Because in a mere second, Damon's hand shot out to David's heart, ripping it out in one swift movement.
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