The Chapter's title is inspired by 'The first cut is the deepest' by Sheryl Crow. I don't own the song or the Vampire Diaries or otherwise I'll write myself in.

Elena's POV

My breath caught in my throat as his eyes met my frightening and wide ones. I knew I made him mad now, and the fear of what he might do to me paralyzed me. I stood frozen, my back still pinned to the door as I waited, expecting for something-anything-to happen.

His gaze was still locked to mine as he inched closer, but surprised me as he just put a stray piece of hair behind my ears.

Damon's POV

I looked at the girl in front of me, and I could smell her fear as she closed her eyes, clearly expecting pain. Expecting me to hurt her. The first instinct was to drain her dry for disobeying me, something I never tolerated. But as she looked at me in disbelief when I put a stray piece of her hair behind her ears, I knew that I wouldn't hurt her.

Elena's POV

"If you try to escape again I will kill you," He threatened, his eyes cold as ice. "Please remember that you are just a human and there is no way you can outrun me. If I find you trying to escape again the consequences will be harsh."

"I'm s-sorry…"

"Do that again and you will be," He said coldly again. "I'm giving you another chance."

I took a long breath as he slowly backed away. "Go to your room and I don't want you out of there until tomorrow." His voice was demanding and I quickly made my way to

'my' room, the room I would spend the rest of my life in if I survive. Somehow, sleep took over me and I closed my eyes.

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The clock showed 6.30 the next morning but I couldn't sleep anymore. When I got tired of staring at the ceiling I got out of bed slowly and walked towards the bookshelf to find good, modern books and an empty journal. That journal seemed like a blessing as I started to write what was on my mind.

"Elena?" I heard a voice murmur and turned around to see Damon.

"I want you to come downstairs."

Without hesitation I went with Damon downstairs as I looked around the house carefully. It was beautiful and very well decorated, and I could see that Damon had too much money.

"What are you thinking?"

"You have too much money," I commented, and he gave me a sly smirk. He led me to the kitchen and there were a mountain of bags on the table and I looked curiously at them.

"Supplies have been delivered," Damon explained, pointing at the bags. "There's everything you need in those bags. If there is something wrong, tell me and I'll get you something else."

I peeked in the bags to see a selection of clothes in my size and other basic things I needed such as a brush, comb, toothbrush and other necessities.

"And… breakfast for the human," He added with a sigh, almost offensive, and I rose my eyebrows when I saw two boiled eggs and a sandwich. Since I didn't eat anything the day before I was hungry and I sat down, taking a bite out of the egg.

"Did you cook this?" I asked out of curiousity.

He shrugged. "No. I happened to like cooking but sometimes I find it disgusting. There's a 'maid' living in here too."

"She's human?"

"Yep. Some vampires prefer to make their… blood companions work. I can't feed on her unless there is the owner present."

I felt the urge to throw up the food that I was eating. It sickened me; the way humans were being treated and referred to as slaves and pets, and the way they were bled against their will by someone they didn't even know. I'm human, I thought, I can't be owned. I sighed in desperation as I pushed the plate away from me, earning an eerie look from Damon.

"What, full already?"

"Yeah."

He didn't comment as he took the plate away from me and I pushed the chair back to its place, making a move towards the staircase.

"There are some movies if you want to watch something," He added, his eyes planting to mine.

I could, I thought as I went to the living room, picking up the Titanic. It was a movie I watched at least a dozen times but never failed to cry at the end. I sat on the comfortable leather couch and a few minutes later I heard Damon going out of the front door, locking it behind him.

I sighed in relief; at least I could be alone for a few minutes, my attention on the big LED television. I longed to try and escape again however I was scared that if he'd catch me he'll seriously injure me, or worse, kill me. But it was no more than twenty minutes later when I heard a strange noise coming from behind me and when I turned I saw a man staring at me, his eyes wide. "Katherine?"

I immediately took a step back, the gaze in his eyes scaring me. Who was he?

He flashed towards me and then his nose buried in my neck, pinning me to the wall. "Human," He concluded, and then harshly looked at me. "What are you doing here, girl?"

"I…I'm…"

I let out a scream as I saw his fangs extend, and then he was pinning my body against his as he buried his face in my neck. I felt a sharp edge against my throat and closed my eyes, embracing myself for the pain, but before I could breathe my body was free again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard Damon's voice roar as the other one was basically flying to the other side of the room. My eyes snapped open.

"What is she doing here, brother?"

Brother?

"She's my human, Stefan," Damon said sternly, staring daggers at the other one.

"What do you mean, your human? I never imagined you the slave type, Damon. Besides, you didn't even mark her."

"That's my business," Damon growled. "And I will, soon enough."

"What, and you expect me to just stare at her? I have a better idea, Damon, why don't we share? She can be our human."

Share? A shiver ran up my spine as I remained frozen, my back pinned to the cold, hard wall.

"She's mine," Damon demanded. "Get out of here, Stefan, this is my only warning."

The latter, who I now knew his name was Stefan, threw a cold look at Damon and then at me. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding as I found myself alone with Damon again, and I stood still against the wall, allowing him to make the first move since I knew that Damon looked furious right now.

"Are you okay?" He asked indifferently.

"Y-yes…"

"Let me see," Damon said, and he tilted my head to a side. "No bites," he commented, "But there's some blood."

I swallowed. Wasn't he supposed to drain me dry if there was blood?

"Relax, Elena," He smirked, his voice soft as silk. "I can control myself." I let him apply a yellow liquid on my bleeding neck and he gently massaged it, wiping all the blood away. "All done."

"Who was he?" I mumbled quietly.

"He's my younger brother Stefan. Unlike me, he has no idea of self control… he spent thirty years fighting his nature by drinking animal blood and then he suddenly became violent again. He isn't the slave type… He's more the 'bite, seduce and get rid of' type."

"But aren't there rules?"

"We are vampires, Elena. We only agreed to that stupid truce because we need you for food. There is no one to actually stop us from doing what we really want to do. There are thousands like Stefan, too."

"Don't you show the least bit of remorse?" I snapped.

"I didn't hurt you for trying to escape earlier, didn't I?" He raised his eyebrow cockily. "So I think I deserve a good point."

I didn't say anything.

Damon moved a step towards me and he reached forward to touch a loose strand of my hair. "You'll learn to like living like this, Elena. You'll learn to at least not hate the place."

"You don't get it, do you?" I gasped pitifully. "You took me away from my home-From my family. I have a younger brother at home who had been dealing with drugs ever since our parents died. Oh, I bet you didn't know that, didn't you? My parents died last May. You took my freedom away and any plans I had for the future…As if I haven't lost enough already."

For once, he didn't comment. I simply shrugged and then turned away, the movie forgotten, as I found myself in that damned room again. I wanted nothing more than to die right at that very moment.

Before I could blink, I felt him behind me on my bed, but I didn't turn to talk to him. Suddenly I felt a hand running up and down gently on my side, stopping at my waist and then felt a hot breath on my neck.

"I'm sorry about your parents."

Even though those words weren't what I needed to hear, I still felt a bit comforted and made an effort to turn to face him. "Thank you," I mumbled underneath my breath.

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I didn't know how that day passed, however when it was about seven in the evening Damon looked very serious and stern. "I want blood," He simply ordered, and I suddenly knew that the time had come. But no, I would never let him feed on me. Not like this.

"Don't," I pleaded. "Please, don't…"

"You knew it had to happen eventually," He said in a chiding tone. "Don't make it hard, Elena. You don't have to act this way."

"No," I said stubbornly again, and instinctively ran for the door desperate to get away from him. However he was in there in a flash and I was pinned down against the stone hard ground.

"Get off me!" I roared as I pushed at his chest, but he caught my wrists in an iron-like grip and pinned them on the floor next to my head.

"It's going to hurt more if you struggle," Damon growled angrily, his grip on my wrist tightening in a painful grip.

"Please, you're hurting me," I breathed, his weight making it difficult to breathe. He lifted himself up higher, his knees still straddling my legs as he bent his head down and moved closer to my neck.

"No!" I shrieked, aiming to start pushing and moving. "No!"

Then I felt pain in my neck as his fangs roughly pierced my skin. I tried to struggle one last time but then my strength began to fade away, with each pull I felt weaker. It was only when I stood completely still that the pain subsided away, and as a tear trailed down my cheek I began to see black and white dots, knowing I would pass out soon. I gave in to the darkness.

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The second I woke up I found myself on my bed, and a bandage was neatly placed on my wound. It hurt everywhere and I was stiff and weak, however I wasn't in unbearable pain, more like stinging. My collarbone was still filled with dry blood, but I noticed that my clothes were neat-were changed. I shot up in disgust, trying to remember changing my clothes but failed to do so. A scary thought came through my mind, he didn't dare changing my clothes, didn't he?

A gasp of pain escaped my lips as I hit my wrist against the bedside table, and I realized that there were grey bruises all over my wrists, obviously where he had grabbed me. I rubbed them and hissed seeing those marks and then went in front of the mirror slowly taking off the bandage. Two puncture wounds were there, but there was no blood. Now I was officially his, he had marked me.

"If you don't struggle it will hurt much less," Damon was leaning against the door again. "It's your fault it hurt. And you ended up making feeding impossible and it isn't a pleasurable experience for me either. I hope that it would be better next time, because I won't be as patient as I am today."

He lifted my hair up and smiled to himself. "I got you good, didn't I?"

"Bastard," I heard the word escape my lips. He simply smiled, putting his finger on the two wounds.

"How did I get in these clothes?" I suddenly screamed when I remembered.

"You blacked out. I carried you to bed, took off your shirt and jeans and…" My pupils dilated and my cheeks flushed, my mouth ready to curse him to the fiery pits of hell. But before I could do so, he said, "Relax, Elena. The maid took care of it."

He looked at me one last time before saying, "I will see you again tomorrow."

"And Elena," He warned, "You know what will happen if I don't see you tomorrow."

I shivered, and the door closed leaving me all alone.

What do you think? I want to clear some things though:

I want to develop both of their characters. Elena in the show is a very determined and brave woman, and I'm using her determination, braveness and stubbornness here. On the other hand, Damon in the show at first was dangerous, however we knew how he is when he loved someone, 'blindly and recklessly'. I want this Damon to show that he is the boss (after all, Elena's just his food till now) but there is something about this girl making him to want her. We will see this in later chapter.

Also, as a side note about the rating, the story might deal with some sort of Suicide attempt or some violence, however nothing too extreme. As for smut don't worry, if there will be it would be very limited. (I'm 14, I don't think I'm able to even write one) There will be some references to Stockholm's Syndrome so if it bothers you then I say T+. Stockholm's Syndrome is when the victim is attracted to the captor, similar to Beauty and the Beast story. I thought I'd say this so if there are younger readers who might feel a bit uncomfortable reading falling in love with a monster or something… then avoid.

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