First of all, thank you for your lovely comments!
Thank you Courtney for doing your usual magic ;) Check out her stories-"Cdaye8184"
Important Warning: Stefan is very dark in this chapter, however the scene is NOT GRAPHIC. I intend to keep the story as a T rating.
She had been staring at the ceiling for hours now, as she waited for him to wake up. She had been bracing herself for whatever was going to happen next. What was expected from her here? Most importantly, what did Stefan want from her? Her stomach twisted painfully at the thought.
His arms were so tight around her that they were hurting her. Her thoughts ran to Damon. He used to hold her like this when they slept together, only Damon's hold was gentle and protective. Stefan's hold was possessive, as he was reminding her that she couldn't move unless he allowed it. She couldn't let herself believe that Damon was gone, that he was the one that brought her to this hell. Because the memories of him and her were real. She still couldn't comprehend how somebody could change so quickly.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt Stefan stir next to her. That was it then, he was waking up. Her heart started to race faster, and her hands suddenly became sweaty.
"Calm your heart down, I'm not going to eat you," She heard him say. "Although you taste amazing, sweetheart." His hands were stroking her side, and she took deep breaths to keep from crying.
"I'm not the kind of vampire that wakes up looking for blood," Stefan said again, climbing off the bed. "I happen to be a busy guy. I'll leave the fun for later, when I'm not in a hurry." He threw her a lopsided grin which made Elena's body tremble.
"Don't look so scared," Stefan said, his grin still in place. "This is just the beginning."
He opened the closet and took off his shirt. Elena immediately looked away and blushed, and that only satisfied him. In a flash, he was in front of her. He grabbed her face and smirked. "You're blushing," He commented. "How cute. There's no need, however. We're all very open here," He let go of her and proceeded to change.
He then threw a grey dress at Elena. "Wear this," He ordered. "I'll be showing you around."
She waited for him to move so that she could change, but when he didn't she attempted to move to the bathroom. He grabbed her wrist in a tight grip. "Piece of advice, Elena. You better learn to cope in this situation. You don't find many vampires that are…lenient." He let go of her wrist and sat on the couch. "Go on. We don't have all day," He snapped.
Elena hurried into the bathroom and locked the door, resigned to this fate. She changed quickly and kept her head down when she went out of the room.
"All done?" he said impatiently.
She nodded her head and he grabbed her arm, tugging her along. When she went out of the room, she saw a long corridor with rooms. It looked like a hotel, but Elena knew better. There were no windows except some ventilators, and it was dark even though it was nine in the morning.
Then, they entered a room. There were hundreds of girls dressed up just like her, and they all seemed very young. She didn't understand what was going on, but then she realized that they were serving breakfast-hence the reason why everyone was queuing and pushing. One girl was screaming at the top of her lungs that she hadn't been fed in days. Stefan held Elena's elbow in his tight grip and walked towards the girls. Everyone stopped dead, and Elena immediately realized that Stefan was feared.
"Ladies, why such hassle?" He asked coolly.
Everyone was silent, and Elena shivered, not wanting to think of what she has gotten into. He stepped in front one blonde girl who seemed to be the one causing chaos.
"What's your name?" He said calmly.
"Eliza Dickens, Sir," The girl stood up, knowing every regulation Stefan Salvatore made. She knew the way to address him, of course.
"Eliza," He said, moving in front of her. "You are supposed to know that a woman screaming like a banshee hurts my sensitive ears." He let go of Elena so that he could cup the girl's chin. "You do know that, don't you, Eliza?"
"Y-yes, I d-do," The girl whimpered.
"Now tell me, girl, whatever is the problem?" He asked calmly.
"It's nothing, Sir…" She whispered, not daring to look in his direction.
"Didn't seem like nothing to me," He continued to hold her chin and he pulled her towards him for everyone to see. "What is one of the rules, Ms. Dickens?" The girl was sobbing now, but Stefan wasn't patient. "Tell me."
Having no option, she spoke. "We can't demand your food."
"Uh-oh," He hinted playfully. "You have an excellent memory, yes. But obedience? Definitely not," With those harsh words, he snapped the girl's neck. Everyone screamed, and Elena put her hands on her mouth and fell to her knees.
"A second is what it takes to end your miserable lives," Stefan spoke calmly, as if nothing happened. "I think it will be in your best interest to do what you're asked without asking any questions."
He then turned to Elena, and grabbed her face roughly. "Welcome to this world, princess."
The scene of the girl dying in front of her kept replaying in her head. She was forced to clean the rooms, and Stefan had left her alone, at least. Elena noticed how no one spoke to each other as they worked. One girl was made to scrub the stairs, and even though she forced a little smile at Elena, she didn't say anything.
A few minutes later, however, the girl came and shook Elena's hands.
"You're new, aren't you?" She asked.
"Yes," Elena said.
"My name's Tara Moyer," She introduced herself. "Stefan sent me to see if you understood the concept of everything. But besides that, I want to be your…friend."
"I'm Elena Gilbert," Elena said politely, but her voice dropped to a whisper. "I can't understand…What is this place?"
"Uh, uh," Tara held her hand up as in stopping her. "Never ask any questions. Never," Tara emphasized. "The last girl who asked that ended up dead. They are everywhere."
"I know about vampires," Elena whispered.
"That doesn't mean anything," Tara said, confirming that she knew about vampires herself. "You're privileged, because at least you know why they're feeding on you. But everyone finds out, eventually." She sighed and turned to her. "Look, I know you might think that I'm a heartless bitch for throwing these things at you like that, but there is no other way. They don't kill people for nothing-well, apart from Stefan, cause if he's having a bad day then…" She stopped, seeing that Elena had turned as pale as a sheet. "Anyway. If you obey them, you won't have any problems. Don't ask for food, and don't ask 'why'. Just do what they ask. Very few of us know what our purpose here is. They might make you work, they might not. Just do what they say and you'll live."
"O-okay," Elena stammered. As weird and freaky as this was all seeming, she couldn't find any questions to ask... although she apparently wasn't even allowed to wonder. She couldn't understand how the 'bad' vampires like Stefan got away with things like this. All these girls-they were human young women that belonged to families. They went missing, surely somebody had to look for them? Nothing added up.
"Also, there is no use trying to escape. The only people that go out are because their owner allowed them to, or escorted them. These are usually privileged and trusted people who either are in the process of becoming vampires or they love vampirism so much that they are almost considered vampires themselves. Regular humans don't see the sunlight often." Tara explained to Elena. People who love vampirism so much they consider themselves one of them? That was twisted, that was unheard of.
She grabbed the mop and helped Elena. "I wouldn't worry much if I were you. If Stefan bought you, he probably doesn't want to kill you. Stefan never buys humans. He owns the place, practically…because Klaus hasn't been here in ages."
Elena stopped dead at the mention of Klaus's name. Was this Klaus the same Klaus that wanted her? The same Klaus that killed Damon's girlfriend, Katherine?
"Where is he?" Elena found herself asking.
"Who knows. He said that he had some important business to attend to." The girl said shrugging, as if she couldn't care less and she probably couldn't. The girl sighed. "Enough questions for now."
"I believe Tara explained the procedure?" Stefan was sipping at his bourbon. Elena was informed that her chores had to be done by one, and she had to return to her room immediately afterwards. It was like a prison of all girls and there were so many rules that Elena felt like her head was constantly spinning. She had to abide by every rule at all times or else she would be punished with death or torture. It was stupid, the entire place was stupid along with all its stupid rules. She wished her Damon would come rescue her and take her out of this hell hole.
When she opened the door, she found Stefan on the couch, drinking.
Elena nodded her head.
"Any more questions?" Stefan said, bringing the glass of amber liquid to his lips and drinking viciously.
"No, sir," She said, looking straight to his eyes. Always maintain eye contact with the vampire, she remembered Tara saying.
"You're already becoming more…agreeable," Stefan smirked. "Guess you really are the doppelgänger after all. Katherine was very much agreeable." He smirked at her, and Elena once again felt uneasy. "You look just like her you know, that's how I knew you'd be of use to me. She was so quaint, so obedient. I expect you to hold that title."
"Come sit next to me," He ordered her, patting the couch. Elena took a deep breath, knowing well that she couldn't say no. Maybe he'd leave her alone.
He poured her a glass of bourbon. "Drink," He ordered.
Elena took a long sip, as Stefan watched every movement. "I didn't get a chance to get to know you, Elena." His hands were on her hips, stroking little circles. "Damon took you away from me, he was always very selfish."
Elena sat frozen as a statue.
"How old are you?" His hand grazed across her cheek sending shivers down her spine. The way his hands moved on her cheek reminded her that she was nothing except for a toy, an object. She had no say in what was going to happen to her.
"Seventeen," She replied, noticing how he was moving closer to her. She had to fight every fibre in her body to stay still.
He played with a lock of her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, nipping softly at the skin. "Tell me, Elena, do you have any family left?"
"No," She lied, but Stefan startled her by laughing a laugh that echoed between those four walls.
"Never lie to me," He said seriously. "You'll be sorry."
He moved closer, but this time, Elena scooted away. His hands shot out and stopped her.
"Tsk, tsk, Elena," He said teasingly. "Do I really disgust you this much? I'm hurt." He pretended to be hurt. "You hurt my feelings, Elena."
"Fuck you and your feelings!" Elena screamed, attempting to run towards the door in a moment of panic and rage. She had barely made it ten centimetres away when she felt Stefan pull her back. She was thrown on the bed and he climbed on top of her ridding her of her free will. His hands pinned hers against her sides as she tried to kick and wiggle free.
"Now I'm mad," Stefan growled, letting his face transform in front of her. She screamed and hit at him aimlessly, until he slapped her across the face. Her hands automatically went to rub the area, and Stefan took this opportunity to pin her hands next to her head seeing them by her sides wasn't working too well.
"Please, let me go," Elena gasped pitifully as he placed kisses on her neck and bit down. "Stefan! Let me go."
He drank for no more than two seconds, which wasn't even enough to make her feel light-headed.
His hands played with her dress, and it was then that Elena realized that he was going to probably rape her. He ripped the dress in half, leaving her with her undergarments and he climbed on top of her, placing kisses on her stomach, up to her breasts and then her lips. He grinned at the shredded material in his hands and tossed it to one side. She turned her head away to disallow it, but her struggle was no use. He grabbed her face roughly and forced her to look at him. He planted his lips on her hungrily and painfully, kissing with more than enough force than needed. She could feel her lips swelling at the contact and she did the only thing she could think of. She bit down on his lip, hard. When she felt her head come in contact with the headboard though, she realized that that probably wasn't the brightest idea she had. Groggily, she kept struggling against him but he was too strong for her. A normal guy would be too strong for her to fight off let alone a vampire. This was down right impossible and she hated the feeling of hopelessness and vulnerability but there was nothing more she could do.
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she realized the reality of her very near, unavoidable future. And at that moment, she wanted to die. That would be better than this hell.
Klaus heard her scream, but he wouldn't budge. The person he was possessing was fighting back, he could feel that. The real Damon, trapped inside, was hearing Elena's scream and he wanted to break free, just to help her. And rightfully so, but Klaus pushed back ten times harder, not letting any trace of Damon win. Klaus knew that he couldn't let Damon do that. No, no measly human was going to ruin his plans.
Hope you liked it, and please review!