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Lacking updates, I know and I'm very sorry. But until the drama comes I've been having major writers blocks, but please do share your opinion with me by reviewing-I want to know if I'm still writing a nice story because sometimes I get worried. Remember I encourage CONSTRUCTIVE criticism as it helps me improve my writing and my English.

On another note, school started and it is my final year in the school I've been attending for the last couple of years. I have to study hard to enter sixth form (Like American High School) so my time is very limited. Apart from school I'm taking extra lessons in Math and Physics so you can only imagine but I'll try to update all of my stories at least once a week, during the weekend.

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"Oh my God, Damon, wake up!" Elena said, shaking the unconscious form of the vampire she grew so attached to. It hurt to see him like that, and it hurt even more that she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't like someone had trained her to be a vampire doctor. She was completely lost when it came to Damon-especially with something like this. She had no clue whatsoever what was happening to him. She didn't know where to turn nor how to react. She wanted to help him but she didn't know how therefore couldn't; and it killed her. God... what the hell was happening. Everyone was going so fine until this...

"Damon," Elena pleaded, touching his cheek lightly. He was cold as ice. She reached for the cupboard next to the couch, and grabbed the pocket knife she had seen before firmly, making a cut in her arm next to the other one she had made minutes before. She was going to try something-anything-and everything. She wasn't risking not doing anything.

She shoved her wrist into his mouth, praying that her blood will just help him gain consciousness. The drops poured soundly down his throat, however there was no movement, no sign of life. He wasn't rejecting the blood but his body wasn't responding to it either and it was terrifying her.

"Oh God," Elena cried, pulling him up and holding his body close to her own. "Don't you dare give up on me, Damon, don't you dare!" She wept, rocking his head in her arms while cradling his limp shoulders. "Damon, please come back to me!"

She had barely finished the sentence when Damon suddenly opened his mouth and bit roughly down her skin. Elena let out a yelp but stood very still as the blood flowed at a very fast pace. He was being rough, and she was getting afraid because he was always gentle with her. She knew blood-her blood was what he needed and she knew he needed a lot of it and quickly but this was too much too fast. She felt herself beginning to slowly get dizzy and she had to steady herself with her hand as she tried to push him away from her arm but his strength was quickly returning because she couldn't budge from him grasp.

"Damon, I think that's enough…" she tried to say, but Damon continued to drink greedily from her. "Damon, please stop, you're hurting me…"

Still, there was no reply. Elena tried to yank her arm out of his grasp, but at that, he let an animalistic growl and pinned her underneath him roughly.

"Stop moving!" He growled, and Elena tried to push at his chest, trying to get his body off her. He was out of control.

"Damon, you need help!" She screamed, punching at him again."Please! I want to help you but not like this! You're taking too much Damon!" She cried.

But he grabbed her wrists and held them tightly above her head, his knees holding hers securely in place. With his other hand, he shoved her neck to one side and bit down, hard.

Elena felt darkness overwhelming her and the last thing she regarded before she blacked out were his amazing eyes encircled with pulsating veins and a look in them that she wasn't used to. A look of coldness.

When Elena regained consciousness, she was sore and tired. Most of all, she hurt everywhere. There was this fire inside her that she couldn't control-It was burning her inside out. The pain was severe. She ached in places she didn't know possible. She was sore in parts she hadn't been before and her body was tender all over even just laying on the... bed?

She looked around, to find herself in Damon's room on his bed, only when she turned her face Damon was there smiling at her evilly. "Hello, princess…"

"Stay away from me. You need help," She accused, reaching out to stop the blood from her neck.

"Ah, ah, ah," Damon waved three fingers in front of her. "That's not a nice way to talk to your master, is it?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in an extremely creepy way.

"Master?" Elena mumbled, "Damon, what's going on? Go away. You need help," She stated again.

"Princess, I think we're going to play by different rules…"Damon scooted closer to her and ran his fingertips across her hip, but she slapped him with all her strength.

"Don't touch me," She spat at him.

At that, Damon's face turned demonic. He grabbed her face roughly and turned her head around, keeping eye contact with her at all times. "Just who do you think you are you measly human?" He said, releasing her face and grinning evilly at her. "I think we have to change lots of things, princess."

"Damon, this isn't you. It's the fever…" She tried to think, to figure out what was going on with the person that cared about her so much. Now it was nothing. He was scaring her. He had gone through a metamorphosis so quickly it gave her whiplash. This definitely wasn't the Damon Salvatore she knew. Something was seriously wrong in his mind... something warping up his reality and imagination because he was clearly not in his right state of mind.

"Fever?" He laughed at her face. "You're so naïve, you mortal…" He said, saying the words as if they were profanity. "You're worthless. The only things you humans are good for are blood and sex…" He mumbled suggestively.

Elena stared at him in horror, and backed away from him. She did not expect to hear him say something like that. A single tear ran down her cheek as she ran for the door but of course with his vampire speed he was able to be in front of her, pinning her to it before she even registered what was going on.

"And where do you think you're going?" He asked tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. Elena gulped trying not to make eye contact with him. Her chest was moving back and forth frantically and her heart was beating out of her chest.

"Away from you," She replied, "I refuse to be in the same room with you if you can't control yourself."

"And what makes you think you have a choice?" Damon barked at her face. "You belong to me. I own you."

Hearing the words coming from his mouth, Elena instinctively squirmed and trying to back away from the door, out of his reach as she slid across the wall."Damon, this isn't you!" She repeated, "There's something wrong. Please, let me help you. Let me help you because you wanted to give everything for me."

"I don't need anything from you. Just be a good girl or you are going to pay a harsh price," He warned her. "Now, don't cry," He said, capturing a tear in his finger and examining it like it was a diamond or something precious. "It's useless. Go back to bed," He ordered her.

"Damon…" She whispered feeling defeated. She truly didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know how to act around this man... no creature. This wasn't her Damon. Her Damon was more of a man, this was pure vampire and all the evil and bad that supposedly came with it. This was strictly vampire, no human Damon was left to be found and it really frightened her because she was starting to wonder, if her Damon was going to return...

He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her savagely. "Now."

When he released her, Elena stumbled backwards. She let the tears stream down her cheeks and she couldn't understand what was happening. This wasn't Damon. It had to be the fever, she was sure of it, but she didn't know what she should do. She felt lost and she hurt everywhere-She had obviously lost too much blood.

Her breath caught in her throat when the bed creaked a little, and she found Damon on the bed, staring at her intensely. "Turn around,"He ordered her, and half heartedly, she turned to face him. "Rules are going to change, sweetheart," He reminded her, caressing her collarbone with his fingertips. "Just wait and see."

Damon left the room, locking it behind him leaving a very confused, puzzled, shaken up, hurt, heart broken, scared and weak Elena behind with nothing but her thoughts and questions that she had no idea what the answers were.

"Blood," Stefan commanded. "I want blood. Now."

"Stefan, you drained three girls in less than an hour. You can't…"

"You are in no position to disobey me," Stefan barked at the other vampire's face.

"What does Klaus say about this?" The voice asked.

"Klaus is doing an important mission right now. He left me in charge of this place," Stefan mumbled, drunk with the bourbon he had been drinking. One of the guards appeared with a teenage girl and the latter held out her wrists with tears in her eyes. Stefan grinned evilly at his 'treat'.

"What do you have to say, girl?" Stefan said harshly.

"Sir, please take my blood," The girl said in a robotic voice, praying that he didn't kill her. She was only sixteen years old. She never wanted this. Although, nobody wanted this...

Stefan liked torturing his victims, but most of all he liked to make them beg. He grabbed the girl and set her on his lap before biting down her soft skin. The girl shrieked a little but as she already knew, no one was going to help her. Not when she was owned by vampires.

"Take her to her chambers," Stefan ordered when he was finished, and he tossed the weak body to one of the guards. Human life meant nothing to him. One human died? He didn't care. One hundred died, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted their blood and their body. In his eyes, that's all they were good for. He seemed to forget that he too, was once human.

He wondered about what Klaus was doing to Damon right now, but he didn't care. In fact, he wanted Klaus to hurt the girl Damon had been so fond of, because that was what his brother deserved. Damon deserved to have the girl tortured in front of him.

Elizabeth Forbes searched through her file. She had been trying to trace the call for the past day and there was nothing more she could do. She felt like she was a disappointment both to Jenna, Elena and her own daughter. Elena's case was not unique and she was determined to find Elena. The girls from Mystic Falls that went missing were all found dead months later and she was determined to not let the same thing happen to Elena. She didn't deserve it. She owed the Gilbert family that much, she knew them too well just to stand by and not do anything extra.

She had been searching high and low for any piece of evidence-even a tidbit of information but she was coming up empty handed each time. There was nothing, she was no closer to solving this than she had been hours ago and it was really started to aggravate and worry her all at the same time.

She looked at the very pale Jenna who was playing with the empty glass of water. The poor woman went through so much, she was losing weight she couldn't afford to lose and her eyes were often red and puffy. Elizabeth offered her a couple of tissues and sat down next to her.

"You said you wanted to talk to me." Jenna mumbled, it wasn't a question.

"Jenna, I'm not going to lie to you," Liz said uncomfortably. "But this case isn't getting anywhere. There were no phone call traces and no lead to anything-no footprints or fingerprints, nothing. The police department is thinking about having a break from the case…"

"Oh my God," Jenna sobbed, "You can't! Please, Liz! You can't!"

"I'm doing everything I can to make sure that there will be no breaks. I want Elena safe home like you do, Jenna. But it isn't my decision. If they say that we have to work on other cases for a while it'll be their final word." Liz inhaled deeply and sighed, trying not to show her frustration. "The call didn't last long enough for it to be of any use. So right now, we're just as clueless with her case as we were from the get go. Now I promise I will do everything I possibly can to bring her home to you, Jenna. This is my job, remember and I'm close to Elena and so is Caroline. I'm not giving up without a fight."

"Thank you." Jenna muttered into her hands.

"I just wish there was something we had to go on..." Liz whispered.

"I can't believe this…" Jenna responded quietly. "She and Jeremy's all I have now. I owe it to Miranda and Grayson. I swore I'd keep them safe and I failed."

"You didn't fail, Jenna." Liz soothed her, rubbing the woman's back. "You were the perfect guardian. You're only young and new to all of this and you took them in with open arms. You provided their every need, and you gave them food and a roof over their heads. Elena was in the wrong place at the wrong time and you cannot blame yourself for that."

"It's just so hard." She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.

"I know that this is hard, believe me. I can't even trace the call, Jenna. All you can do right now is pray." Liz consoled, offering her a sympathetic smile.

But somehow Jenna felt that something was wrong, very wrong.

What happened to Damon? That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot for now ;P

However….HINT: Klaus did mention doing something evil in earlier chapters. Come on, it's easy! Haha ok I'm being cheesy but anyway… *sigh*

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