A\N Omg I love your reviews! I've decided to continue it, but please bear with me-I have other two stories going on so I'll have to divide my time wisely ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries. Rights to Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec and the CW. Books rights belong to LJ Smith. This is purely fiction and I'm not receiving any profits.

Damon blurred all the way to his house with the girl in his arms after putting her hands securely around his neck. She woke up briefly at one point but it was a very short moment of consciousness. However she seemed to tense up as she saw the woods fly by in an incredible speed, so she quickly tightened her grip on Damon's neck.

In response she felt Damon give her a reassuring squeeze and she instantly knew that even though they were practically flying he wouldn't let her fall.

The way home took longer than it usually took Damon since he was trying the best he could not to use his full vampire-speed because of the girl. Not that Damon minded that, because he used his time to stare at the girl in his arms as she slept.

When he reached his house, he laid her on the couch gently and he paced around the room to see if he could find her some clothes. Everything would be too large for her but he found a black t-shirt and pajama pants which weren't that bad.

"Damon?" A voice came from upstairs.

"Andie?" Damon replied, his face in his hands. He did not want to deal with her right now.

He heard footsteps and in a minute Andie was next to him. "I came a few minutes ago. I know you like company…" She finished as she walked seductively towards him, but Damon slapped her hand away and looked at the girl sleeping on his couch.

"What. The. Hell," Andie exclaimed as she finally saw her. "Who is she?"

"That's what I would like to know," Damon mumbled. "Look, make yourself useful and help her get cleaned and changed to new clothes."

"Who do you think I am? Your slave?" Andie groaned as she reached out for her purse, "I'm done being your slut toy. Go find someone else."

But Damon had already bored his eyes to hers and in a brief second she was half carrying Elena up to the bathroom.

...

After he sent Andie away and compelled her to forget that she ever saw a girl in his house, Damon walked tiredly and half drunk towards his ensuite bathroom.

She was sitting on his bed, clearly looking dizzy. However she looked even more beautiful, her skin was washed revealing her perfect olive skin and he had to admit she looked stunning in his shirt. She was exactly his Katherine…

Yet he shrugged the thought away. Katherine wasn't his, and the person in front of him was just a girl.

She was staring blankly at the wall, until she sensed Damon and turned to look at him.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"I found you," Damon answered simply.

"N-No. I have to go," She said ready to walk away but she couldn't even move. Damon instantly knew that they drugged her to keep her unable to protest or resist.

"You need rest," Damon answered simply as he scooped her up in his arms again. When he laid her on a canopy bed with silky sheets Elena was already snoring lightly.

He looked at her sleeping for a few moments before going to bed himself.

When Damon woke up early in the morning he had already forgotten about her in his house. However when he saw her in one of the guestrooms he immediately recalled that he didn't even know her name. Damon knew well that this girl would definitely stay. He was Damon Salvatore, and he should get what he wanted.

And right now that's what he wanted. Even if he didn't know what this would lead to, he was just curious. He wanted to know more about the identical twin of his ex lover and why she was kidnapped. After all, he had nothing to lose by keeping a girl there-He had no specific aim in his life anymore. And even if he got bored with his new distraction, he could always compel the girl to go away.

He sat on the bed and shook her, not too gently, in fact he was far from that.

"Wake up."

The girl's eyes immediately snapped open and Damon could see the chocolate brown color perfectly now. They were reflecting in the sunlight.

She backed up instantly as she grabbed the covers and covered herself even though she was fully clothed.

"W-Who are you?" She whimpered, "Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?" Damon asked.

"Remember what?"

"I found you in the woods. I brought you here, to my house, and voila…there you are."

"A man…" she mumbled. "There was a man. I fell…and blacked out and-" She interrupted herself quickly though. "Thank you for your hospitality. I should go now."

She was about to stand up but Damon pushed her back. "Woah, not so fast there missy. You are staying here."

"Look I'm okay now…thank you but I have to go," She replied, her voice clearly showing that she was panicking. "My mom is waiting for me at home and…"

"You told me you lived in an orphanage."

She was about to freeze when she stammered, "No, I…uh, I didn't know what I was saying…I just have a friend living in an orphanage and…"

Damon bit his lip from grinning. He loved them when they were panicked, her heart was beating out of her chest and that would only make her taste better. However he bit his lip and mumbled to himself, "keep it together, Salvatore."

"I can tell you are lying," He said taking a step closer to her, and she was about to back away again but she realized that she was already backed up.

"Please…I have to go home."

Damon sighed loudly. "Again with the lies. I'm not letting you go, sweetheart, I happen to be bored and I haven't really had anyone to toy with lately."

Before he even realized, though, the girl had managed to get out of the bed and run towards the door. However she didn't even make it to the hallway because he was behind her, closing the door again. Her back was almost pressed to his chest now as she closed her eyes.

He turned her around so that she would face him and he put both of his hands on each side of her head, having her trapped there.

"Now, let's be wise, shall we?" He pouted as she put her head down, her eyes closed.

When she didn't answer, Damon swore loudly and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. "Open your eyes."

When she didn't obey, Damon's voice was rougher. "Open your eyes!"

With that the girl immediately complied, slowly opening her eyes and looking at him with immense fear. Something in his heart felt for her however he put himself together. He had sworn to himself a long time ago that he would never care again. He surely wasn't going to care for a child.

"That's better," He said, keeping his voice demanding. "Now, be a good girl and tell me your name," Damon encouraged.

"E-Elena."

"Elena what?"

"G-Gilbert. Elena Gilbert."

The name did ring a bell to him, however he wasn't sure where he had heard that name before. He kept his face neutral as he slowly backed away from her.

"How old are you?"

"I just turned fourteen."

"Hmm," Was Damon's only comment as he eyed her over, lost in his train of thoughts. "Well, Elena, my name is Damon Salvatore."

Elena stayed frozen there even when he offered her his hand. Damon sighed.

"I think I should learn something about you if I'm stuck with you here."

"Stuck with me? You're the one that's keeping me here!" Elena screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please, just let me go! I've been held hostage almost my entire life by people I don't know! Please…I know you need me for something and I know he's making you do this but I don't know a thing, I…"

"Shut up," Damon interrupted rudely as he grabbed her by her arms. "What the hell are you saying, girl? I don't need you for anything…and no one's making me do this."

The girl stood frozen there as she stared into his eyes. "What?"

"Look, you're seriously fucked up," Damon groaned, "And I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now. So you are going to be a good lass and follow me downstairs. If you try anything unwise, I will hurt you. Do you understand?"

They were standing a hairsbreadth away from each other now, and Elena shivered. Damon smiled at this.

"You have some sense after all," He said circling her in the matter of a predator stalking its prey. "You are wise to fear me."

"I'll do whatever you want," Elena said pitifully. "Please just…don't hurt me."

"Let's do a reasonable truce," Damon reasoned. "If you stay put, your little aunt Jenna's safe."

Elena's eyes widened. "How do you know about her?"

"Apparently you tend to keep your diary on you at all times," He said tiredly holding out a small notepad. "You and your teenage dramas. It's on the first page. And what are these symbols, anyway?"

Elena immediately yanked the book away from him, the book she had in her little dress the night before. It was more a small notepad than a diary, actually, but that little book had everything she needed. The pieces of her life she had been finding out ever since she was nine years old. Her secrets.

Damon was still waiting for an answer but she simply shrugged. "Those aren't symbols."

He raised his brows, showing that he didn't really care. "Good. Now, do we have an agreement? If you do not behave, I will hunt down your aunt and any remaining family members you have left."

His words scared her. What did he mean "hunt down?" This man was dangerous, and Elena shivered at the thought of what he could do to her. What his intentions were. She clenched her diary close to her chest as possible as she nodded her head.

"Fine…I'll stay."

Damon smiled, proud of his work. However, as he indicated for her to follow him downstairs, he turned her around to ask her a question that had been pending on his mind.

"Elena."

She turned to him slowly.

"If your family abandoned you…If your aunt let you live in an orphanage, why would you want to stay here to avoid seeing her hurt? Why do you care?"

Elena turned red with fury. "I might be your hostage or your pet, but I will never open up to you, do you understand? You do not know a thing about my family or my life. And you do not want to know, either."

With that Damon was absolutely dumbfounded. God, he liked her determination. He never expected that a fourteen year old girl would act this way towards him.

No one had ever talked to him like that. He had expected her to cry, to yell profanities, to shrink back in fear…Instead, she tried to escape and talked back to him.

Well, let her try, he thought. She would never get out of there unless he wanted her to.

So that's it for now, what do you think?

Important: I'm picturing Damon the way he was in the beginning of season 1, kinda a darker, possessive Damon who doesn't let anyone get in his way. However, this is Rated T and there will be no dark themes. I don't write that. :P

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