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He had broken her. Emotionally and physically, that is. She looked in the mirror, her hands covering the bruises as much as possible. She didn't want to remember. She didn't want to think that her bruises were because of Damon Salvatore.
The last few weeks were a living hell. He had fed on her. He had pinned her down on the bed as she screamed. There were bruises on her back and still, to this day could not understand what had made his 'switch' reverse so quickly and easily. The kind, thoughtful Damon had left that day and he hadn't come back yet.
But Elena did not want to believe that the man doing this to her was Damon. Maybe he was compelled, she thought. Maybe it was because of the illness. She didn't know, however, and she couldn't wait for the real Damon to come out. That would kill her. Hewould possibly kill her and unfortunately, she didn't really want to stick around to find out. He terrified her, she hated to say it but he did. And it was only a matter of time before he snapped. He already did things he promised he wouldn't. He had already hurt her in more ways than she thought he was ever capable of doing to her, out of all people.
I won't give up on him, she added solemnly. This wasn't her Damon. This wasn't the Damon who fed her, who held her and apologized for keeping her captive. This was a soulless monster. Her Damon would come back to her eventually, and when that day came. She'd be relieved-ecstatic, and thankful.
She heard his footsteps and ran back to her bed, hoping that he would just leave her alone, for once. She held her breath as she sensed him moving on to her bed, and for a moment, nothing happened although she could almost imagine him staring at her.
Then, his hand reached out to stroke her hair and it took everything inside her to not flinch. His lips found her neck now, and she heard him whisper, "I know you're not asleep, sweetheart."
She tried to pretend she's asleep, but Damon laughed. He grabbed her face roughly and sat her up on the bed. She yelped. "See? I like you better when you co-operate," He added cruelly before letting her go unexpectedly, making her fall with a loud 'thump' on the bed.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She sobbed and whimpered at the same time.
There was no reply, however. He bit out, "Lie down."
She didn't even try to protest this time. Instead, she lied down, her head on the pillow, as 'Damon' climbed on top of her and put her wrists above her head. He played with her a little, letting his fangs brush against her skin. He liked it when she feared him. It gave him a feeling of 'control' and dominance. He liked that. Damon really liked that.
Elena closed her eyes, feeling his fangs brush against her collarbone as he nibbled on her skin. His hand was stroking her hip, and she squirmed against him with tears in her eyes. Finally, Damon bit deep in her neck and drank greedily from her, his hands bunching the thin material of her nightgown. She tried not to scream in pain, she didn't want him to know how much he was hurting her, how much pain she was in, both physically and emotionally. She was beginning become accustomed to the feeling, it wasn't as painful as the first few times but it was still excruciating, if you could believe that. She felt the darkness overwhelm her.
He was enjoying this way too much. He loved her fear, it made him hungrier. He liked the way she fought against him. This was revenge, he thought, and grabbed a small mirror and smiled at it. The man smiling back was blonde and had green eyes.
He smirked. Damon had kept the doppelgänger from him. Now he had to pay, and he had to pay by seeing Elena get hurt. Gloria had warned him that Damon will know everything that's going on. He laughed again at the thought of Damon, trapped inside his body seeing the woman he cared about get hurt over and over didn't care. It wasn't as if Damon could possibly stop him. It wasn't as if Damon could change his mind about doing this. No, he was going to continue this whether Damon Salvatore liked it or not. Nobody could stop him. He was an original, for Christ's sake.
And it was just starting. He needed the doppelgänger in his hands, and he was already making the necessary preparations to take the little brunette in his little vampire whorehouse. And she didn't have the slightest clue. It was marvelous how cunning he was, he shocked himself sometimes but he could always act and get his own way-that was nothing new.
But he, Klaus Mikaelson, wasn't going to act on his plans yet. Not when the girl was there, his for the taking. He wasn't going to share her with anyone. She belonged to him, she was his doppelgänger. She was made for him to kill, eventually. But that didn't mean that he couldn't spend some time playing with her, right? He had to make up for the lost time that Damon had taken from him. It had made him extremely jealous when Damon got to her first, treated her right and made her happy. He got sick at the thought, Damon was a fool. Vampires were supposed to torture and kill. They were predators, not puppies.
He smirked evilly, swallowing his glass of bourbon in one long sip.
There was blood everywhere. Stefan was feasting on the third girl that day, his ripper instincts uncontrolled. This was becoming a massacre. He wouldn't have it any other way.
A girl in her late teens, Aimee Bradley, was asked to scrub the floor. She obeyed with tears in her eyes as she wiped the blood off the floor, her friend's blood. They were all friends there. Well, not all. There were the ones that vampires preferred, and those didn't often talk to the least preferred ones like her.
But she knew they were all unhappy here. They were kidnapped from their homes and brought here to be fed on, to be slaves. Her thoughts ran to little Jennifer, a seven year old girl. She was innocent, yet she was working her head off right now. She had nearly got beaten by a vampire after she had broken an ornament. Luckily, her 'owner' was one of the 'kind' vampires, and he didn't let him hurt her. There were 'kind' vampires, the one that brought them good food and talked to them. Jennifer's was like this. In fact, she was lucky because once she had heard him saying that he would never hurt little Jennifer. But she was still a slave, and when she grew up, her owner would probably change his mind.
"You," Stefan said, drunk out of his mind. "Clean up this mess, now. And then come next to me."
She nodded, her legs shaking as she continued to wipe away the blood.
This was what her life had become. Fear, worry and blood shed.
Another week passed.
Nothing changed. Elena was still locked up in her room, feeling exhausted physically and mentally. Her only food was the blood he forced down her throat. Of course, this Damon wasn't the Damon that brought her breakfast, that made a special meal for her in the evening. This Damon wasn't the one that fed her chocolate coated strawberries. This was a nightmare. This wasn't Damon, but she didn't know that. She had lost a significant amount of weight since 'this Damon' had appeared and she was beginning to become ill, always dizzy and nauseous.
He barged in the room without knocking, and without a word he force-fed her his blood. It made her sick, but she didn't try to pull away. It would've been a waste of valuable energy, the thing she didn't have much.
"We're leaving," He said after she drank for several minutes. "Wear this." He threw a white dress at her and waved a finger in front of her. "You better be ready in five minutes."
When he made no move to leave the room, Elena went to the ensuite and locked the door. She didn't want this man to look at her. Not anymore. Not until he got back.
Klaus-Damon rolled his eyes. If he really wanted to see her stripping, that door wouldn't have worked at all. It would just take a little of his strength to split it open.
She forced herself to slip on the white dress. It was nice, but not her type. Not something 'her Damon' would have picked out for her. He knew her like the back of his hand. He almost knew her better than she knew herself, in the short amount of time they had known each other.
Elena looked at herself in the mirror and then, and only then did she truly see what kind of toll Damon's behaviour had on her. Her eyes had large, dark circles and her cheek bones were no longer rosy and puffed with delight. They were pale and sunken in, making her facial features look almost too large for her face. Her body was smaller, way smaller. And she had almost been quite petite. But now, she didn't like the way she looked. Her tiny chest was now almost obsolete and her hips popped out in a disturbing way, a way she didn't even want to see them. She turned sideways to see how the dress fit her waist and she had at least lost four or five inches, making her waist extremely tiny. It looked as if somebody even Damon's size could crack her off without a struggle. She sighed at her body. That's what an all blood diet will do to you, she thought depressingly.
She came out a few seconds later. He looked at her intensely for a moment, and then ordered her to follow him.
When they arrived next to the car, Elena looked confused. There were no suitcases or anything. He felt his hands wrap around just under her chest and she shivered when he placed a kiss on her neck.
"Shh, just be a good girl," He whispered, and then she saw him taking out a black, thick scarf. She tried to get free of him, but his hold on her was unbreakable. It was hurting her fragile body. She even thought that she was going to have broken bones.
"Don't move," He hissed, and he put the blindfold over her eyes, officially blocking the sun's sweet rays on her face. That was too bad, before even for a minute she could have used the precious rays of light to at least add a tiny glow to her now sickly looking, ghostly complexion. What was he going to do to her? Where was he going to take her?
That was it. So Damon is being possessed by Klaus.
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