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Days were passing quickly. Elena was giving up, she knew that her chances to get free where minimizing by the second. Though Damon wasn't treating her badly, whenever she saw him her legs turned to jelly. He was unpredictable. At times, he gently talked to her, even offering her to buy her some things to keep her entertained. She didn't ask for anything, though. But then, at other times, he was cold and empty towards her, leaving her alone like some kind of abandoned animal.

Sometimes, he even scared her in ways that weren't natural. He was strong, and earlier, they had a disagreement. Elena had slapped him with all her strength, but he didn't even wince. Instead, he had gripped her arm in a bruising grip and forced her to her bedroom, where he locked her up for a few hours. She hated being controlled by him like that, in fact that's why they had the disagreement. She had yelled profanities at him when he told her that he wasn't going to let her go soon, that she belonged to him. He had lost his temper.

She was now looking at the purple bruise on her wrist, the bruise he had inflicted on her when he had harshly grabbed her wrist and dragged her to her bedroom. How could a man have the strength to leave a big purple mark on her wrist? He obviously wasn't intending to bruise her, yet his grip left its imprint.

It had been a while since she last saw him. He was spending days and nights outside.

"There's food in the kitchen," He had said, "Help yourself."

And she did. That was basically her life now. She would wake up, pour some coffee and maybe eat a yoghurt, then sometimes she watched some tv. Her heart swelled when she once saw the news and saw her picture there. Jenna was there, talking and begging people to inform the police if they saw Elena Gilbert-the seventeen year old girl that went missing unexpectedly.

Elena sighed, throwing herself on the bed again and closed her eyes, hoping to get some sleep.

"Damon…" Andie moaned when Damon kissed her neck hungrily, his fangs already coming out when he smelled the blood. Andie was the woman he used when he was bored or hungry. She was twenty four years old, a television reporter and she was crazy about him. No compulsion was needed to get her in his bed-Not that he had ever used compulsion to get a woman. He bit her neck, and Andie let out another moan, she was compelled to keep quiet. He sucked the life out of her, restoring his body to full health. He needed it. After all, Elena was driving him crazy. The worst part was that he couldn't do anything to make her behave. The girl was pretty determined, and although he could compel her to shut the hell up and behave, he didn't want to do that. That would make it too easy, and Damon liked his women fiery. He couldn't use other tactics with her, like he did with Andie, either. Andie had once melted because he brought her a small box of chocolates-Elena would probably burst out laughing, or slap him again. And again, he didn't want to be violent or too scary with her. It wasn't his intention to scare or hurt her yet. She amused him, he liked her fire. He wasn't going to make her a puppet like he had done with hundreds of women before, because that would make her a common girl. Damon did not want that, he wanted to get to know other sides of women.

"Damooon," Andie moaned again, and he felt her going limp in his arms. Damon sighed, letting his face transform to the human-friendly one and he threw her body on her bed, actually going through the trouble of cleaning the blood for her. She was already compelled beforehand to never expose his secret. He rummaged through her wardrobe hoping to find a scarf, and when he did, he tied it around her neck.

He casually went out the backdoor like nothing happened.

When he returned, Elena had apparently just woken up, because she was having a cup of coffee in front of the tv. Her hair was still tousled, but she was still too beautiful. Her beauty should be illegal, he thought, and he slowly entered the room. Elena sensed him and turned her head to his direction. He looked drunk.

"What are you doing here?" He asked indifferently,

"Watching tv," Elena said simply. "You said that I could watch anything I like."

"I know what I said," Damon sighed, he was actually half-drunk. After he was sustained, he usually turned for his glass of Bourbon. "But aren't you usually pouting in your bedroom or writing in your diary at this time?"

Elena bit her lip. "Coffee?" She asked after a while, trying to make light of the situation, and attempting to get away from him. He was scary when he was drunk.

"Sure, why not?" He threw himself on the couch and Elena scurried off in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee for Damon and bringing a light snack of cheese and crackers for herself.

"Here," She said, giving him the cup and sitting on the opposite side of the couch, far away from him as possible. He muttered a small thank you.

She fixed her eyes on the screen, she was planning to ignore him. She was actually enjoying the DVD she was watching, it was one of her favourite movies, and she wasn't planning to go to her bedroom just because he suddenly decided to make an appearance.

"What are you watching?" He asked curiously, he had gotten the DVDs for her a couple of days before, but he didn't even know what he got. What he did know, though, that they were a couple of chick-flicks he never intended to watch. Instead, he focused on watching Elena.

"A walk to remember," Elena said finally.

"Isn't that about that Christian girl and the popular kid story?" He asked, trying to make a civilized conversation.

She actually smiled. "Yes, it is."

She turned her attention back to the screen again, but she could feel Damon's gaze on her. It made her uncomfortable, and she twisted slightly. He ignored her, however and he still kept his gaze on her.

"What?" She finally asked.

"I admire you, Elena. You have fire inside you," He smirked, "Though you have the ability to act like a petulant child."

Elena gave him a cold look, but her breath caught in her throat when Damon suddenly moved next to her. He tugged a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Come on, Elena. You should be over it by now. You can't stay mad forever."

"Leave me alone, Damon," Elena's voice was determined, but he could still hear the fear.

"I don't want to do that," Damon said again, and he trailed a finger up and down her bare arm. "Come on, Elena, you know that you can't stay mad at me forever…" His voice was now seductive and very intimate next to her ear. Elena scooted away from him and jumped off the couch, but Damon grabbed her in one swift movement. She landed on his lap.

"Let go of me," She demanded.

But Damon increased his grip on her. His hand reached out to play with her hair and he inhaled her scent. It was making him hungry.

"Elena," He said, "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

Elena struggled to get free of his embrace but once again, he didn't let her.

"Let me go," She pleaded pitifully. "Please. I won't tell anyone, I swear, just please let me go."

"You're mine," He growled, "Why would I give away something that is mine?"

"I am not yours!" Elena exploded, "I am not a possession. I'm a person, and I refuse to let you think of me as something else."

"So naïve," He reached out to cup her cheek. "If you shut up and look around you, Elena, you'll see that I can rock your world. If you look around and stop acting childish, Elena, you might see that I can give you everything your heart desires. You know what you want deep down, Elena. You know who you want," He added, his eyes full of lust. His fingers trailed a path from her cheek to her neck. Elena found herself unable to move and there was a lump in her throat. She was letting him literally play with her. She hated that he was touching her with his criminal hands. He then stroked her hair away from her face and placed a light kiss on her cheek, before trailing a path of kisses down her neck and collarbone.

"Damon, please, stop," Elena pleaded, her eyes watering." Don't…I can't bear it."

He moved away from her when he saw her big eyes filled with tears. "I will have you, Elena, sooner or later."

Damon felt the urge to break something. He couldn't believe that he let his control slip away. Good, now she was even more scared that he would take advantage of her. She had begged him to stop and he had heard her heart beat fast.

He was tired and bored. He hated acting human around her. It wasn't his nature for God's sake. The demon inside of him wanted to take her and make her his, and his gums ached whenever he saw her. His fangs almost penetrated whenever she was near, whenever he had a whiff of her delicious scent. He just had something beautiful but out of reach, because he wanted to be the better man. Because vampires usually took whatever they wanted without remorse, but he was letting the man in him take control for a little while. Though, he had to be honest, he wasn't sure if he could control his bloodlust anymore.

His phone rang, and the name 'Stefan' showed up on the screen. Baby bro had just returned home, then.

"Hello, brother," Damon said in his usual cocky voice.

"What do you think you're doing?" Stefan hissed, "Where's the girl?"

"With me. Away from you," Damon said in a chiding voice. "Why, is there a problem?"

"Are you kidding me?" Stefan spat, "Get her back here. What about Klaus? And Katherine? And the job?"

"I have no intention of giving Elena to Klaus, Stefan," Damon said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm busy."

"Damon, bring the girl back or I swear to God I'll find her and rip her to shreds-In front of you. You know me-It's nothing I haven't done before."

"Touch her and you'll regret it," Damon spat, ending the phone call right away.

Stefan was standing still, phone in his hand.

"Your brother's behavior's not acceptable," The man spoke with perfect British accent. "You know the rules, Stefan."

Klaus cleared his throat. "And why did you choose to betray your brother and tell me about the existence of the girl? Surely you must have an aim?"

"What I want," Stefan said, "Is Katherine back."

"And how am I supposed to help in that matter?"

"Damon is not going to give you the girl. Believe me, I know my brother. When he's possessive of something, it isn't easy…" Stefan chose his words carefully. "However, I'll help you get the girl. In return, I want you to talk to the witches. I'm sure they'll do everything in their power to get Katherine back if they do it for you."

"Sounds reasonable," Klaus commented, "But you do know that Damon's going to be punished for his disobedience, right?"

"I know," Stefan said emotionless. "But Klaus, my loyalty to you is bigger than the loyalty towards my brother. That loyalty we had ended in 1864. That's why I couldn't bear the idea of not telling you that the doppelganger exists."

"Yes," Klaus continued, "And her blood seems to work with my hybrids."

Stefan's memory rushed back when he had compelled Elena and took her blood to Klaus. Her blood healed the dying hybrids immediately, and Klaus had demanded to know whose blood it was. He had thanked the good fortune that Damon didn't hear them that night, but well, his compulsion was pretty effective, and he had the decency to clean her neck so that Damon wouldn't smell any blood.

"Do we have a deal?" Stefan said.

Klaus nodded his head. "We have a deal."

It was late at night. Elena couldn't sleep, and it was too quiet in the house. She had heard Damon going to his bedroom, too, and she quickly jumped out of bed, wanting to walk around the house just a little bit, to reduce boredom. After all, he didn't say that she had to stay in her room at night, did he?

Putting on a cover up over her lacy white nightgown, which was her least favourite nightgown because she felt too exposed, Elena made her way out the bedroom door. She was never interested in touring the jail she found herself in, but with Damon asleep and her not tired at all, Elena found herself actually interested.

The house was perfect. It was big, a mansion to be precise. It looked old, maybe the gothic era, in fact the building was definitely gothic and rich. Statues and portraits of different people were in the house and though everything was quite dark, Elena found herself amused and interested. The library seemed old, and the smell of rusty books nauseated her a bit.

There was, however, one locked door that caught her eye. In a house like that, a locked door definitely increased suspicion and imagination. She desperately searched around the room, hoping to find a key, and then she saw a set of keys in the wall unit. Opening the door, she realized it lead to the basement. Her heart started to beat fast, and she prayed that maybe this new discovery could lead her to a door-a door that could lead her to her freedom.

Walking slowly down the stairs, Elena's eyes scanned around the room. There was nothing special.

But then, she heard an unfamiliar sound and when she turned to look, Damon was standing in front of her, and even though Elena couldn't see him, she could practically imagine his cold stare.

"I'm sorry," She whimpered, "I didn't mean to intrude..."

Then, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, but when she saw him, something else scared her. It wasn't the fear of being discovered and the fear of being punished again, no. This time, something else scared her.

His red eyes did.

Elena screamed.

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