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~Amy

Damon Salvatore.

The name was new to Elena, however a shiver ran up and down her spine at the thought of becoming a vampire's slave. Sure, due to the truce they made humans had rights, but who would be there to stop him from hurting her if he decided not to follow the rules at all? Everyone was scared.

As Elena stared at the digital clock in the car she knew that each minute that passed meant another minute of loss of hope, loss of freedom and loss of pretty much everything. Most of all, Elena was afraid. Not just for her, but also for her family and friends. What if they take Jenna too and her brother will remain by his own, unable to cope? What about her? How many days will she live before he snaps and kills her? What was a vampire's bite like, was it going to hurt more than it should?

Lost in a train of thoughts Elena didn't even realize that the car had stopped, and the door was quickly opened. She found herself pulled from the car and they were standing on an enormous mansion with a very nice surrounded area. Even though Elena was beyond scared and heartbroken she still couldn't deny the fact that the house was beautiful, it was what there was inside that scared her half to death. She didn't realize that the vampire that kidnapped her was calling her name until she found herself roughly pulled from her arm.

The vampire rang the bell and patiently waited, scanning Elena from head to toe. When the door opened, Elena saw a handsome man with shining bluish-green eyes and raven black hair. Was she at the right place?

"I brought you the girl, Mr. Salvatore," The other one was mumbling, and Elena's poor heart skipped a beat. Salvatore? So this was Damon Salvatore, the one that was taking her freedom away? How could someone this beautiful be a monster?

Damon stepped outside but the moment he saw Elena his face turned to that of confusion, question and a gasp. He studied her and Elena's eyes remained on the ground, not being able to look at him in the eye. "Katherine?" She thought she heard him murmur, but then he was taking more steps towards her slowly, and she remained frozen as a statue.

"I'll be careful if I were you, she looks tough," Elena heard her kidnapper say.

But Damon seemed to ignore him. "What's your name, girl?" He demanded, not asked, as he stared at her face. Elena was getting more and more scared by the way he was looking at her. She bit her lip, but quickly thought twice as she knew perfectly well that it's better if she co-operated. "E-Elena," She whimpered.

"Elena what?" He demanded again, however his voice was lower this time.

"E-Elena G-Gilbert."

"Remove her handcuffs," Damon ordered to the other one, and the latter quickly released Elena's wrist. Damon then handed him a packet which seemed like money and he vanished, leaving Elena alone with Damon. She rubbed her sore wrists were the handcuffs had bitten into her skin. Damon eyed her over one last time before he ordered Elena to go in, and Elena did so shaking slightly as she entered the house.

"You have never seen a vampire before, have you?" He smirked at her, but Elena didn't say anything. He sighed.

"I understand that you are scared and that you don't know what is going on around you. It's my first time keeping a human here, too, and I hope we shall come to an agreement. But first, let's take care of basic things."

Elena simply looked at him.

"I'll show you to your room."

Elena followed him in silence, drinking in his features as much as she could. He seemed like a normal, human man. She thought that she would find someone with red eyes and pale, but instead she finds this handsome man. No, a vampire, she reminded herself. Of course he'd be beautiful, though-Everything about them would be perfect. Besides, Elena read vampire stories, and she knew that most of them included vampires using their beauty to seduce or to make their victim fall for them.

A well cleaned room was opened and to Elena's surprise it was huge. It had a big King Bed in the middle of the room, accompanied by a nightstand with a small lamp on it, a giant wardrobe and also an elegant couch. There were also big windows, making the room very well lit.

"Food, clothing and other necessaries are already being taken care of," Damon's voice brought her back to reality.

Elena nodded, her eyes scanning around the room.

"I'll let you settle in."

Elena's legs were almost giving out as she threw herself on the bed, burying her face on the mattress, using her arms as shields as she let the tears fall down her cheeks. She wasn't going to like it here, she was sure of that.

"Don't do that," She heard a voice demand, and Elena jumped as she turned to see Damon, leaning against the wardrobe, his arms crossed on his chest.

"What?" Elena said, quickly wiping the tears, hoping he didn't see her cry.

"Crying."

Elena was unable to say anything; nothing made sense at the moment. She saw him move a step closer and she instinctively moved back.

Damon cleared his throat, his eyes still looking at her sternly. "We have to discuss the terms of your living," He ordered. "Sit down."

She made no move to obey him.

He felt a sense of annoyingness but also a sense of odd pleasure, seeing her trying to be so tough when she was in reality messing with someone more than a hundred years older.

"Sit down, Elena," He said more firmly this time. "Don't let me repeat."

Elena slowly sat down on the couch and he smiled to himself. "First of all," He started, "As you probably know, I'm Damon Salvatore," He extended his hand, expecting her to shake it but she didn't, and he withdrew.

"The rules are simple," He added. "If you cooperate, there won't be a lot of problems. You can go wherever you want in the house, and I don't require you to do anything more other than letting me feed on you without making both our lives impossible."

Elena felt a wave of nausea in her stomach.

"I usually feed four times a week. In the other three days you are free. As I already said, food, clothing and other human necessities will be delivered soon and I can always bring more if you'd like. The only rule I expect you to follow is to be in this room by 12:30 in the morning…It's not a good time to wander around the house, anyway."

Elena nodded her head slightly, hating the way of being bossed around by someone she had never seen before.

He put a hand on the back of her head gently. "You don't have to worry. If you do what I say, we won't have any problems, and I promise that I'll take good care of you. I won't hurt you."

"You don't say much, do you?" He asked her after a few minutes of silence.

She shrugged.

"Tell me about you, Elena," He said, a curious smile appearing on his lips.

Elena felt heat rising up her body and cheeks, but for her own sake she decided that she should try and cooperate. After all, he wasn't being mean to her and the least thing she wanted was for her to annoy him to the point of actually becoming a monster.

"What do you want to know?" She said, her voice cracking up a bit.

"Anything," He said. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Elena replied.

"Hmm." He simply commented. "What town do you come from, Elena?"

"Mystic Falls…"

"Oh, that tragic pony town," He said in disgust. "Lots of bad memories."

"Why do you say that?" She asked with a sudden curiosity in her voice.

"Being a hundred and seventy two year old vampire has the bad and good things in life," He simply explained. "And the ability to make lots of memories."

"Oh my God," Elena gasped. "You're over a hundred years old?"

"Yup," He said, popping the 'p'.

"Oh…"

"Tell me, Elena," He smirked, "What did you expect when they brought you here?"

"Coffins, bats, you being a red-eyed man…"

Damon was chuckling. "Ah, stories today and their impacts on children."

They spent a lot of time talking, and even though the only reason Elena was talking to him was so that he won't be mad at her, she soon started to find herself interested in what he was saying. Maybe this won't be so bad, after all…

But she still needed to escape.

"You should probably go to sleep," He told her after he realized that she was falling to pieces.

"Okay," She simply managed to say, and Damon turned to leave the room. "Tomorrow's your day. I use alcohol as a substance for blood but since I didn't have human blood in a while I need to feed."

Fear took over Elena again, however she hoped that maybe by tomorrow she would already been long gone.

The door was closed and Elena lay on the bed, no signs of sleep at all.

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Damon was confused. In a very short time he could feel a new change occurring in him, almost urging his long lost humanity to pop up again. Damon was a vampire that didn't give a damn about rules or anything related to vampires and humans. The only tie he had to humanity was human blood, draining people dry to please himself. When he requested a person he did it more as an experiment; as his way of having fun tormenting innocent human girls. But the second he saw her…

She looked exactly like Katherine. The same features, the same thin, small body. At first he thought she was Katherine, and he filled with both rage and happiness. It was lesser than a year ago when he went back to Mystic Falls, searching for Katherine only to find that she wasn't in the tomb, and then learning that she didn't give a crap about him from his former vampire 'friend', Anna. But then the second he looked at her deeply he knew that Katherine never had the sense of being afraid and lost like the girl that was standing in front of him, and his vampire heart actually felt for her. Elena Gilbert, he kept saying. How could it be? How could someone look exactly like her? Didn't he go through too much pain already to cope with the body double of the love of his life?

But something about her made him curious the second he met her. At first, his mind raced to get revenge on what Katherine did to him by using Elena and by hurting her, but then the softer side of him wanted to get to know her. He felt this connection to her already that was difficult to walk away from, similar to a vampire that had just been sired and he was determined that he'll make her his-in every way possible. He just had to wait, had to study her and observe her.

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Elena tip toed slowly to the door. It was dark and the sky was raven black, however the full moon was white and the stars were sparkling like diamonds. She quietly opened the door, trying to keep quiet as much as possible as she studied the rooms. She slowly started to move towards the staircase, stepping closer to the back door. It was locked however Elena knew what she had to do and she started to slowly unlock it. As the door opened slightly, she jumped in fear as a hand was on the door, pushing the door back to its place.

"Got you."

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