I was caught up in the moment, we were alone and you seemed to harness the light.Even though I felt cold insidewhen you told me it would be alright.I had given up control andI didn't focus hard enough to see the warning signs:your heart is serpentine.

-Serpentine

I have a few things in mind, Damon had said. The words echoed in Elena's ears eerily. Was she honestly prepared for this? Leaning forward in her seat, Elena debated what to say. She knew she was too far in to back out now.

"Care to share?" Elena gave a subtle smirk, raising an eyebrow. She tapped her fingers on the table.

"I'm an advocate for the unknown," Damon replied, echoing Elena's features.

"How convenient," Elena drawled, resting her chin on her free hand. Damon looked at the girl: she was so much like Amica. More than any of the others he had met. Of course that spark was dormant in Elena, but Damon knew that soon it would awaken.

The waiter walked over to the table, placing Elena's food in front of her.

"You didn't want anything?" Elena questioned, popping a french-fry into her mouth.

"No," Damon returned.

"Well now I feel bad," Elena laughed.

"No need to," Damon said waving a dismissing hand. His nice act was torturous.

"Well thank you, again." Damon nodded in reply.

"So… if you don't mind me asking, why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me." Elena looked right at Damon, anticipating his answer.

Damon leaned forward, bringing his face closer to hers. "Well," he said lightly, "you don't have to know someone to be kind." Damon felt ill just saying the words.

"Yeah, but I think there's more to your intentions than just kindness."

"Really. What brings you to think that?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you liked the unknown," Elena replied in return.

"Touché," Damon answered. "Ready for our… adventure?" Damon quickly licked his lips. He'd get his dinner soon. Taking one final bite of her burger, Elena nodded. Sliding from her seat and putting her phone in her pocket, she followed Damon to the exit. This was wrong. Unsafe. Too crazy.

But who would care? No one. Her parents would be gone until Monday, and Jeremy wouldn't want her in the house until tomorrow—so why not have a little eccentric fun? Elena followed Damon out of the door.

"So where are we going?" Elena asked, speeding up to keep pace with Damon's quick walk.

"You're simply full of questions, aren't you?" Damon's voice was beginning to freeze; his act was crumbling.

"Sorry," Elena muttered, expanding her stride even farther in attempts to keep Damon in view. She quickly considered returning home or to the Grill; but the thought swiftly left her.

As she walked in silence, Elena realized she had no echoing voices in her head. No criticizing remarks to weigh her down. Had she been dreaming it all? Elena allowed her mind to wonder.

"Adventure awaits," Damon told her, staring at an old house to the left of him. Elena blinked back into reality to find herself in the older district of town. Following Damon's gaze, Elena stared up in wonder at the old stone house. The gray and crumbling stone seemed to glare back at her, the particles of dust swirling from it finding its way into her nostrils. The house was one of the oldest in Mystic Falls, and unlike any other design in the town. It looked to be more of a medieval castle than it did a home. Elena had always imagined the inside to be like a dungeon: full of rusted chains and metal, deep dark colors, and a fire that somehow never could truly heat the house.

"Here?" Elena gulped. The ominous radiations from the house seeped into Elena's pores, surging their way to her brain. This place only held darkness; or so her parents had told her. No one had lived in it for decades; there had to be a reason.

"Afraid?" Damon raised an eyebrow. He only had to get her into the home, and then his entire act could be free to fall. He longed to see the look of horror on Elena's face when she saw his true self.

"No," Elena scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Then after you, my dear." Damon stared at Elena alluringly, his crisp blue eyes hovering over his victim's body as she tentatively entered the house. Stepping over the threshold, Elena knew she was trapped. Either mentally or physically; she wasn't quite sure. A small segment of her brain brought up the idea that it may be both. She shuddered.

"So what are we doing here?" Elena asked, keeping the shaking from her voice as best she could. Damon entered the house as well, slamming the door closed behind him. The thick heavy wooden door shook the entire home, closing off the only source of light. Darkness devoured the pair.

Elena inhaled sharply. What had she done?

Damon's eyes fluttered with pleasure as the darkness overcame him. He felt utterly in his element, the blackness in his heart growing furiously. Tightly blinking his eyes, the pure blue brutally transformed into total black. The vacant veins of his body pumped with a new concoction of torture, pain, and bloodlust. Tonight, Damon would feast.

"Not afraid of the dark, are we?" Damon's usually alluring voice became a gravel sneer of torment.

"Damon," Elena whimpered, "why are we here." Her frantic eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light, but it only made her more lost. She wanted to cry; scream; run. Anything.

"Adventure, dear."

"This isn't really what I had in mind." Elena backed deeper into the home, hoping to find a wall. Her body collided with something hard, but it was a body. His body. Damon wrapped his arms around Elena like deathly tendrils; digging his sharp nails into Elena's stomach.

"That's the point of the unknown," Damon breathed into Elena's ear, biting at it.

"Let me go," Elena pleaded, tears beginning to form. Damon whipped Elena around to face him, tearing her shirt and stomach as he did. Gripping her shoulders with an agonizing strength, he peered right into her eyes. For once, her eyes adjusted just enough to see the utter blackness swirling venomously in his sockets.

"You will not leave. You will always comply when I call upon you. You will tell no one of our meetings; ever. But you will remember. Everything." Damon again licked his lips. Elena said nothing in return.

"Please," Elena finally whispered. Her body shook, and she felt as if she'd be sick. She felt the blood begin to trickle down her stomach, heading perpetually south down her body. Damon could smell the blood; it became too much to resist.

"Don't move," he ordered, staring into her eyes. Elena didn't move; but her mind was on haywire.

Crouching down, Damon lifted Elena's torn shirt, licking the blood. Slowly undoing the button of her jeans, he began to pull on them, taking them down to her toned thighs. He delicately swiped the trickling blood up with his tongue, stopping at her panty line. Using his jagged pinky nail, he made a new and deeper slash down her stomach, cutting into her underwear. He gazed at the growing redness, waiting for the opportune moment to begin. Placing his hands on either side of her waist, Damon tugged gradually at Elena's underwear. He could hear the blood drip; sense it seeping into the cotton fabric. Elena clenched her eyes shut.

She felt as Damon's fingers touched her body. He pulled her panties down to the curve of her butt cheeks and again began to lick the blood. He could feel Elena's body shudder. Tiptoeing his fingers up her thighs, he made slashes with his nails as he went. Moving his hands to the back of Elena's thighs, he reached her ass. Grabbing the juicy skin, he made one last twirling lick, taking the last drop of blood that clung to her pubic hair. The tears were streaming down Elena's face, fusing with the sweat that been produced during Damon's little show.

Damon rose to his full height, leaving his victim's pants and underwear in disarray. "That's only the introduction," he whispered in her ear, nibbling the skin with his front two teeth. "The fangs haven't even made an appearance."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Elena bit her lip. She still was unable to move from her humiliating position.

"Quit with your questions." Damon pushed Elena to the ground. Her body fell to the cold floor with a shock. A pain radiated from her back and shoulders, and more tears fell down her face. Damon dropped himself on top of her, stopping himself with his powerful arms inches from her face; every other part of his body laid right on her. Elena's bare lower body felt the soft fabric of Damon's pants, and she couldn't keep her eyes from fluttering with pleasure.

The wind howled primitively outside, beckoning for a dark night.

Damon allowed for his fangs to elongate. Tearing Elena's shirt completely off of her body, the only barrier between Damon and her breasts was Elena's white bra. Gripping the center of it tightly, he pulled swiftly and powerfully. The bra broke from the back, snapping Elena's back with full force. Elena clenched her jaw tightly, feeling her teeth slam against each other painfully. Tossing the material to the right of him, Damon put his mouth around Elena's nipple. The soft area became stonily hard as Damon sucked.

Sensing Elena's pleasure, he allowed for his razor fangs to rip at the sensitive skin. Elena let a howl escape her: a mix between a moan and a scream. Damon swallowed the flowing blood, feeling the crevices and bumps of Elena's nipple. Cupping Elena's left boob with his left hand, Damon felt the weight of her perfectly formed breast. The milky soft skin tingled against Damon's icy cells. The fusing pain and pleasure of Elena was turning Damon horribly on, but the anticipation and slow raping of his hands over her defenseless body was too addictive.

Taking his mouth from Elena's crimson nipple, he clutched her breasts tightly, listening to her howls. Pressing his boner harder onto Elena's genitals, he could sense her rising sexuality. Moving his hips, he dragged his erected penis over her throbbing middle. Lifting her now limp arm, he sunk his fangs into the bend of her arm. Damon could feel the tendons in Elena's arm tighten. Breathing in the smell of Elena's sweet sweat, he bit harder into her arm. He could feel the vein burst, and the rushing blood flow swiftly into his mouth. As he sucked deeply, Elena muttered

"Damon." It was out of pleasure; it was a plead to stop. Damon knew he was slowly killing her—he wouldn't dispose of his play toy just yet. Extracting his fangs from her arm, Elena's body shuddered.

Moving off of Elena, Damon pressed his toned body against her pleasure-stricken and weak figure. Every curve of her stomach and breasts aroused Damon even more, but he would not give in; not tonight. As his form slowly moved from over Elena, her pulsating middle cried for its companion to return. But the sobbing areas of her body that had been brutalized overpowered the sex-craving area.

"Get up," Damon commanded, and Elena did so. Creakily, shakily, and timidly. "Pull your underwear and pants up." Elena complied.

"What about a shirt?" Elena whispered shallowly. Parts of her body still bled, but she could barely even feel it anymore. Damon answered her question by licking her tingling breasts once more.

"Get your bra and tie it. The walk home shouldn't be too far." Damon paused, and Elena said nothing in return. "Out." Elena nodded eagerly, grabbing for her bra and tying it as she flew out the door. "Until next time," Damon told her before she left. Closing the door, she could hear his wicked laughter. Her over stimulated body ran for home. She didn't worry about the time, or what her brother's reaction would be when she came home. She even kept from her mind the looming truth that Damon would call upon her again. She just ran; guided by the streetlights.

Reaching her home, she pulled out her phone: 1:00 am. Swallowing a cry, she entered the house to find Jeremy and many others sprawled on the floor, in an alcohol induced sleep. Seems like everyone in the Gilbert household would go to bed brutalized tonight.

Another short chapter! I hate myself. But it's Thanksgiving, and at least I posted. So please, I beg of you, leave me a review. I really need your opinion on this chapter because I need to know if you like where this story is going. If the torture is too dark or something, I must know so I can change it. Happy Thanksgiving to all!

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