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She fled.

She had to run as fast as she could, because Damon was not a man. He was a creature from hell. No man could have pointed teeth and red eyes. He was chasing her now, and Elena rushed to the first spare bedroom she found, locking the door behind her.

"Elena, let me explain. I swear, I mean you no harm..." Damon said in a controlled voice just before the door closed in on his words, separating him from Elena, the precious human that had him infatuated from the start.

"S-Stay a-away f-from m-me," Elena whimpered, traumatized by everything that had happened in a span of five minutes. She backed away, wiping tears, her body shaking violently and uncontrollably. She had to escape, she had to…

"Elena, open this door," He continued calmly.

"Stay away from me!" She warned him, the fear basically seeping out of her words.

"Elena, please open this door so we can talk. I'm beginning to get aggravated and you" He stopped before emphasizing the last bit. "You do not want that to happen."

"I don't care!" She cried back. "I don't want to see your face. I don't want to be anywhere near you! You're a monster." She whispered the last part, as if just realizing it for herself although basically knowing the whole time.

"This door will not stop me, I can promise you that. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Elena. Honestly, I'd much rather prefer the easy way because I'm getting sick and tired of this whole chase-bullshit. " He warned, "Now open the damn door…"

But Elena remained frozen, too scared to bear the idea to be in a bedroom with the creature from hell. His warning had fallen on deaf ears. She knew what he was capable of. Actually scratch that, no she never. He had probably done things-committed crimes that she, would not be able to conjure up in his wildest dreams. Her thoughts of the beast were interrupted by his voice. It was no longer calm. It was loud, and raw and dangerous.

"Back up," Damon ordered loudly, and Elena backed away from the door instantly, afraid and completely oblivious to his capabilities. The door flung open and he blurred next to her.

In panic, she tried to flee but he harshly grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed, pinning her down with his body. She started to kick, thrash, scream and pound against his chest but it didn't even shake him. Compared to her tiny frame, he was huge even though he was no bigger than the average sized man. He was dead weight against her, she knew struggling would prove nothing nor accomplish anything but yet, she continued to kick and scream and punch and push.

"Get off me!" She cried, tears flowing down her face like the trickling stream of a river.

"Elena, if you are not going to behave you're going to be very sorry," Damon spat through his clenched vampire teeth that had protruded while she attempted to hurt him. Frankly it was just pissing him off which caused his veins to also show, frightening her even more. He pinned her arms above her head, in attempt to stop her foolish 'violent' act towards him.

Elena calmed down at the threat and the sight of him. Frightened wasn't the word to describe how she felt right now, but something told her to obey him and just hear him out so she did, and he let her go slowly. In a minute, Elena was on her feet again still trembling and sobbing, trying to control herself, making her way to the door, but Damon was obviously quicker. He gripped her arms and forced her to stay still.

"You will not leave this bed," He compelled the girl as his eyes dilated and then constricted back to normal, and the poor brunette couldn't understand how her legs or arms just couldn't move.

"What did you do to me?" Elena asked in horror, a dozen things entering her mind. Was he paralyzing her? Was he going to physically hurt her?

"I asked you not to move," Damon replied, taking a seat on the bed, though at a considerable distance.

"Asked? My body…"

"No questions," Damon interrupted her with a scary glance. "You have no right to ask any questions."

"No right? I just saw you…I…"

"You what, Elena? What are you asking?"

"W-What are you?" She stammered, still not sure if she wanted to know the truthful answer.

"You don't want to know," Damon said, amused.

"I have to know, please," Elena begged, tears welling in her eyes once more. At least if she knew, she'd be able to handle it. But living in fear did not sound easy at all.

"I'm a vampire," Damon finally said the words he had been holding for too long. He watched silently as horror showed into her beautiful facial features. A fat tear rolled down her cheek and he silently cursed. He tried to talk to her, to touch her, but she flinched away from his touch, afraid that those hands will be the same hands that will torture and kill her. A criminal she could handle, hell a rapist she could even handle at this point but a vampire? That was too fucking much for her to handle.

She looked at him with hate and disgust in her eyes. The word 'vampire' kept repeating inside her head. She didn't even know what being a vampire meant. If this was fiction, she would've distinguished whether it was a vampire from True Blood or a vampire from Twilight, but this was reality. And Damon did not look like a tame vampire at all. He seemed more like the bad ones from True Blood mixed with a demonic version of Dracula.

Damon realized that Elena was physically shaking and that he had to explain himself soon. Maybe compelling her not to move wasn't a good idea, she had the right to run after all.

"What do you really want with me?" Elena asked when she found her voice, her face still covered with tears.

"Nothing's changed and nothing will change. You're here to keep me company," Damon said in a neutral tone of voice. He knew what she was thinking, obviously. What did vampires usually want from humans?

Blood and sex.

Elena did not seem at ease, even after he answered her.

Damon thought about compelling her to forget again, but in his heart, he knew that it couldn't go on. Even if he did compel her to forget again, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't find out sooner or later.

He inched towards her, making her back away till she was pressed up against the headboard.

"Elena, you don't have to be afraid," Damon continued, "If I wanted to hurt you or kill you I would've done it by now. There is no reason why you should behave like this. You know the truth, and we can't change that. I wish I could, but I can't. I didn't have a choice when I turned, I don't have a choice now and neither do you." He reached out for her, taking her chin gently but firmly in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "You know that you belong to me now, Elena. You can make the best of it or you can be afraid of me for no reason and spend your time here as a living nightmare. If you obey me and be a good girl, you won't have a reason to be afraid of me, ever."

Elena slowly locked her eyes with his, and though she saw the coldness of his heart, she also saw the sincerity in his eyes, and heard it in his voice. It didn't mean that she could just be at ease, but it did help her poor fragile heart calm down a bit.

"See? That's better," Damon continued in a voice that a person usually uses to soothe a child. He let go of her chin to caress her face gently.

"You're a vampire?" She asked carefully, more to herself than to him. ""You said you didn't have a choice when you turned, so you were once human right?"

"Yes," Damon replied. "I was. But I was turned in 1864."

"Oh my God," Elena gasped. "You're…"

"A hundred and forty eight years old, yes," Damon said smirking, amused by her gasps. "Why so shocked? It's crazy how unbearably handsome I can be for an old man, huh?" He chuckled trying to ease the tension but she completely ignored that part.

She swallowed loudly, looking around the room nervously. The room was dark and very big. It was also tidy and organized and the bed she was on was a Queen sized one. She realized that she had entered his bedroom, of all rooms available.

"Elena?" He asked, wondering if she went out of it or if she was simply just ingesting the information.

She gulped. "You go out in the sun."

"Most of my kind burn in the sun. But I have a ring, it protects me," He wiggled his finger. "It was given to me by a witch. Dead ugly thing isn't it? Unfortunately I had no choice but to stick with it, I'd turn to a pile of ash if I was exposed to the sunlight without it."

"A witch?" Elena gasped once more. "There are such things as witches?"

"Yes."

"What about powers? Can you control fogs?"

He nodded. "I can control fogs and crows. I don't use those too much though. I prefer compulsion."

"So you hypnotize women to your bed," Elena dead-panned. "You seduce."

"True about the last statement, false about the first one," He said in a cocky tone of voice. "I never used compulsion to get a woman in my bed. And believe me, it would be a cold day in hell indeed when I used compulsion for that purpose."

Elena shivered, amusing him even more.

She looked around the room once again. "You sleep in beds."

He rolled his eyes. "Coffins are hard and uncomfortable, don't you think?"

"And you have a reflection," She continued, ignoring his remark. "What about photographs?"

"I appear in photographs as well," He confirmed.

"Stake to the heart? Decapitation?"

"Not myths. Though the latter is hard to accomplish," He said carefully, suddenly feeling wary. He did not want her to use this information about him.

"What about blood? Do you drink virgin blood?"

He laughed at that, making her red as a tomato. "No, sweet Elena, I can drink whoever and whatever blood I want."

"What about bats?"

"My, my, what kind of television do you kids watch today?" Damon smirked. "No. No bats."

Elena nodded her head, processing everything he just said. "What about your brother?"

"What about him?"

"Is he different from you?"

"My brother and I don't use the same feeding methods," He said casually. "Also, vampires can't procreate…Though we love to try," He gave her a naughty grin which did not make her at ease at all.

"Any more interrogations?" He asked her after a while.

"No." She muttered, satisfied with the information he had possessed her with.

"Good. Then I will see you tomorrow." He bore into her eyes, removing her compulsion. "You're free to stand up now if you like," He said in a controlled voice.

Elena got off the bed slowly, avoiding eye contact.

"Goodnight, Elena."

He left consciously and quietly kicking himself in the ass. What the hell had gotten into him in there? He said he would play cool around her, not frighten the shit right out of her. He had gone to far, and he instantly regretted it, especially the compulsion part but it had to be done. She wouldn't have listened otherwise. Oh well, he thought. She now knew his dirty little secret and all the titbits of information that came along with it. He just hoped she wouldn't try to use it against him, that wouldn't make him very happy. In fact, he would probably snap more than he had early, making earlier's conversation seem like nothing. He hoped it didn't come down to that, he didn't want it to come down to that. For some unknown reason inside of him, and deep inside of him, he didn't want to scare her. He didn't want her to be frightened of him despite the fact it's what he wanted from everybody else. He wanted her to get accustomed to him, for who he was and maybe see who he could be. Things wouldn't be that bad with him, would it?

The next morning Damon woke up early. After the night's events he hardly slept. He knew things were going to change between them now, hell, it was difficult for him yet alone her. But the night before, he had seen something different in Elena. He saw fire, determination…It was almost as if she had a secret of her own and this made him want to figure it out.

It was almost as if she was more than human herself, but what more could she possibly be? She didn't seem anything besides a fragile human.

And sometimes, he realized that things seemed so plan, so thought out as if done for a purpose, some kind of meaning. He had never saved a human life before, yet he had decided to run towards the submerged car which happened to be her parents' car. Things were just too strange.

Then he had taken her in with his brother, and now he ended up like this, protecting the girl from harm. The job, the humans and his brother were all forgotten. His world centered on the fragile little Elena.

Elena was wide awake, in fact she hardly got three hours of decent sleep. She could not for the life of her, understand how a man so beautiful, so gorgeous could be anything other than a human, but a monster. His red eyes and fangs haunted her throughout the night, waking up screaming more than once. Nightmares of him filled her thoughts and yet, in her heart, she knew that there was something different about him, there was something worth searching for. Something that still made him more than a vampire and she wanted to get to the bottom of it, to figure out what that was. She wanted to explore his deepest secrets, his darkest days despite how traumatizing they could be for her, she wouldn't care. There was a pull to Damon, there was no denying it. It would only be a matter of time before she figured out the rest of his story and why he was, the way he is. All monsters act the way they do for some secret reason and she could almost assume that with Damon, it was no exception.

She just had to work hard to bring out the good side in him, the side of him that nobody else had ever seen. Maybe in his human days, maybe not. Yes, that's what she had to do.

After all, she had her own demons. She had her own secrets and honestly, she wouldn't mind somebody figuring them out about her. Somebody like Damon.

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