A/N I hope I won't dissappoint but I'm taking this direction for the story. But never fear, Delena fans, Damon will be back.

Just for your info, I like writing Dark Stefan. Hope you don't get offended if you like Stefan...but anyway, that's the beauty of fanfiction, you can twist around and write the characters yourself.

As usual, a big thanks and shoutout to my friend Courtney (cdaye8184) for beta-ing this. Check out her stories!

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The drive was taking way too long. With the blindfold on her eyes, her lips dry and her stomach begging for food Elena felt weak and helpless. She had also given up hope. Damon was gone and no one could explain why. Her throat hurt from crying and her eyes were hurting, she couldn't cry any more. There were no more tears left in her body that could possibly be shed.

This was somehow worse than when she was originally kidnapped. Because at that time, she hated her kidnapper with all her heart, and she knew that the monster had ruined her life. However, now it was a different story. The person hurting her was the one she loved, the one who had been protecting her. The one that had saved her from werewolves, the one that had been trying to keep her safe from being Klaus's blood bag and the one that saved her from being raped by vampires. He'd made her feel again, made her love again. How could it have been all just an illusion for so long? Was it all just an act? Was it all just a plan?

She finally felt the car stop, and without warning, she felt a pair of hands practically yanking her out of the car and she was being carried somewhere. She could also tell that Damon was using vampire speed. She silently wished she could feel his touch, his soft touch she should say... and reassure her everything would be fine. But she was hoping for snow in hell because that wasn't going to happen, any more.

Then suddenly, everything stopped. There was no more cold wind hitting her cheek, no dizziness from the vampire speed or the smell of wet grass. She was now in somewhere dark, she could tell. It smelled rusty and old, and also very strange. It felt strange, too, it seemed like she was being taken to a cave because everything was echoing. She could hear Damon's footsteps echo all around the place. Where the hell was he taking her? Why would they be in a cave? Or possibly underground? She was beginning to become afraid. Her heart started to beat faster, and then Damon suddenly threw her roughly on the floor. She nearly cried as she hit the hard floor with a big impact, but she collected herself because she didn't want him seeing her cry. That would satisfy him.

"Now, you are going to stay here," Damon whispered in her ear.

Elena nodded fast, feeling the tears streaming down her cheeks as she waited for an 'I'm sorry' that would never come.

"Stefan," Damon greeted Stefan as the latter turned in surprise at his brother's voice.

"What are you doing here, Damon?" Stefan asked coldly. "You lost every right to be in here when you betrayed Klaus." Stefan's eyes suddenly widened, however, as he processed the words he had just said. "Wait, how did you even get in? There are guards everywhere."

"Let's just say I'm not in my right head," Klaus-Damon smirked at Stefan. "You know what my favourite hobby is."

Stefan still looked unsure. "What if I don't believe you?"

Klaus-Damon immediately blurred forward and grabbed Stefan by the neck. "Is this prove enough for you?" He said, tightening his grip around Stefan's neck, almost breaking it. "Do you think that your brother has the balls to actually kill you? Does he even have this much strength?"

"Ok, ok, fine," Stefan gasped for air and struggled against him. "I believe you."

"Never question my abilities, Stefan," Klaus spat rudely as he let him go, making Stefan sliding down the wall. "I have talents you don't know of. Consider this my revenge on your brother for disobeying me."

"What are you talking about? What revenge?" Stefan asked uneasily. As much as he despised Damon for what he'd done, he would never want to see him brutally injured or dead, he was his brother.

"I was just getting to that," Klaus smirked. "Come with me. I'll show you."

Klaus-Damon walked in front of Stefan with a huge smile on his face. He opened a couple of locked doors until he reached one of the hallways, where Elena was. Stefan's eyes widened. The girl was blindfolded, and her dress was white and covered with red blood stains. He wasn't sure who she was, but seeing her silky brown hair made him recognize her.

"Is that Elena Gilbert?" He asked in amusement.

"Yes," Klaus stated simply. "The one and only doppelgänger."

The poor girl raised her head up at the direction of the two men's voices, trembling on the floor and waiting for something-anything-to happen.

"Name your price," Stefan demanded.

"Excuse me?" Klaus nearly spat. He was taken aback by Stefan's immediate interest.

"Name your price. I'll buy the girl." The young Salvatore told him. "Any price."

"She's not for sale. I need her."

"She doesn't have to die. I don't have to kill her. Let me have my fun. I want revenge on my brother too, you know. He left me and betrayed me for this measly human," He said, making sure that Elena didn't hear what they were saying.

The two men moved closer to Elena.

"I see your point," Klaus smirked. "Fine. I need Five bags of your blood and twenty thousand dollars. No less. No permanent damage to the girl."

"Ten thousand dollars," Stefan tried to request, but Klaus snapped.

"I said twenty thousand dollars and five bags of your blood, Salvatore. That, or no girl."

"Fine," Stefan said. "I accept."

Stefan was about to untie the blindfold, but Klaus stopped him. "Not yet. Take her to the room first. Oh and one more thing."

"What?"

"Don't tell the human that I'm in Damon's body, she still thinks I'm her precious lover although I think we broke up this week..." He laughed, and walked away.

He sighed, nodded his head and picked up the shaking girl. There was rapid movement and Elena, who was still unable to think properly, was suddenly being forced on something soft. Stefan untied the blindfold from her eyes and she nearly screamed in fright when she saw that it was the same Stefan that had kidnapped her-Stefan Salvatore, the vampire she had been so afraid of. Damon's brother... the one who had been the exact opposite of the Salvatore she loved but now, the one that he had so much in common with. Had it just been lying beneath the surface? She still didn't want to believe that it was all an act but she was running out of options and she was running out of time hoping and wishing for miracles.

"You're wise to fear me," Stefan commented dryly. "I'm not my brother."

"Please, what's going on?" Elena begged. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Nothing is important now, Elena," Stefan said, striding up to the bed like a predator stalking its prey. "All that matters is that you're mine. I have full control over you. I bought you," He added harshly. "If you do what I say, you live." He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, and then whispered gravely in her ear, "If you don't…then you're going to have to face hell. Understood?"

"What do you mean you bought me?"

"Exactly what I said." Stefan hissed. "I paid twenty thousand dollars to have my fun with you. I said, do you understand?"

Elena stared at him blankly, too scared to even nod her head.

"Understand?" He barked.

"Y-Yes," She choked.

"Yes what?" He roared.

"Yes, Mr. Salvatore…" She pleaded desperately.

But trying to correct her words only earned herself a slap to the face, a very hard slap to the face. She soothed it with her palm, rubbing it as the stinging sensation lingered. She looked up to Stefan with tears nearly in her eyes. He was grinning evilly and he looked mad. Very mad. She tried to say sorry but before she got the chance, she felt another slap-this time on her behind. And again on her back. She was throbbing everywhere and she was fighting every fibre in her body trying not to cry. It hurt so much but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"That won't do!" He yelled. "You will not call me by my name, I am much more than that to you! You address me as Master. If I hear you call me anything but master or sir, it'll be much worse than what I just did. I'm just warming up." he said, grabbing her face and making her look at him. "Do we understand each other, E-le-na?" He sang song. He didn't want a reply, though because he let go of her face and took a few steps back.

"Hmm, how about I explain some stuff to you," Stefan laid on his side next to the shaking girl. "You are required to work. No questions. Just do what's asked from you. You cannot speak to any vampire unless they speak to you. You will not share yourself, blood or otherwise, with any other vampire except me." He gave her a suggestive look. "You cannot ask for food or drink. Doing so will only get you harmed. Food will be given to you at a time I see fit. If you abide by my rules, your time here should be bearable. If not, I promise I will make your life a living hell."

Afraid to say anything, she nodded her head, and Stefan smiled, happy with his work.

"Now…" He climbed on top of her. "How about a drink from the doppelgängers neck?"

She screamed. She yelled and shrieked, and even tried to fight him off. She prayed that someone would get her out of there, but no one came. Stefan pierced her neck and drank greedily from her, doing everything just for the pleasure of hurting her. The screaming was useless. Elena felt herself going unconscious as the world of black took over.

…

Elena woke up with a start, looking at a strange clock in a strange bed. She took in the surroundings, and for a moment she seemed to forget where she was. She was quickly reminded when she felt Stefan's arms around her waist, holding her to his body. It was six in the morning, and he seemed to be fast asleep. For someone as ruthless as he, he seemed to be kind of peaceful looking in his sleep. But she wouldn't think like that, he was a killer-a monster. Elena looked at herself and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found out that she was in pyjamas. Someone had undressed and dressed her when she was unconscious. Fear welled through her veins, what if he did other things to her while she was unconscious? She'd never know.

Unable to do anything, she laid limp in Stefan's unbreakable grip and waited for the worst-for him to wake up.

And she prayed God that she'll get through this. And the worst part about it... was that her thoughts drifted back to those of her and Damon when he was different. She missed him, she wanted that Damon to be her prince charming and come and save her from his ruthless brother but who was she kidding? He was the one who had brought her to Stefan. Did he want her dead? She might as well be.

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Also, check out My Last Chance In Saving My Humanity, if you love VERY SWEET and strictly OOC Damon, you'll adore it ;D