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Elena followed him downstairs and she looked around the house examining every part of it. That was the first thing she learnt when she discovered that her life was a living hell-that the first thing you need to do was to examine the house. Escape routes, windows…However what confused her was that this house was perfectly normal. It was a boarding house and it was big, however there was nothing strange about it. It was almost welcoming, not a prison.

-Flashback-

"Please, you have to let me go, I'm sick!" She pleaded, her eyes full of tears as her hand gripped her stomach tightly. Blood was pooling down her belly and she didn't have an idea how or why.

"No you are not," The heartless man said, practically yanking her from her hair. "He wants you here. And he shall have you where he wants you."

There was no chance of escape in the house, and Elena fell on her knees, the pain becoming even worse.

"I need help!" She screamed again, but the only help she got was pressure applied on her until she slipped into the darkness.

-Present

"Elena Gilbert," Damon mumbled again as he pulled out a chair for her and almost demanded that she sat, "Where are you from, Elena? I'm sure I heard your name somewhere."

"I'm always on the go," Elena answered shortly.

"But you surely must have a home."

"No, I do not."

"What about that orphanage you told me about?"

"I was a resident."

"And you escaped."

Elena's brows furrowed. "It's more complicated than you think. And I don't want to talk about it, not to you."

Damon bit back a grin at her determination. "Well, you have a problem then sweetheart, because I am the only one that you can talk to in here."

"Don't worry. I'll live."

Damon moved closer to her and reached out to push a stray piece of her hair away from her face. She shivered at the light touch and this only amused him more.

"You're going to have to change that attitude, sweetheart," He said after backing away.

"Let me go," she pleaded. "Please. I won't tell anyone a thing."

"I know you wouldn't," He replied with a smirk. "But I don't want to do that."

"So what are you just going to keep me here until the end of time?" Elena yelled, standing up and taking an instinctive step back.

"Maybe."

When she realized it was no use, Elena sat back down again and waited for her captor to speak.

"Let's see," He said simply, "How about we make some rules?"

He didn't wait for an answer and his voice sounded stern and cold. "You shall never leave this house without my permission. Not that you can anyway," He added with a grin. "And you will be in your room by midnight. Do you understand?"

"W-Why?"

"Because I told you so," Damon said, keeping up the same tone of arrogance in his voice. "If you'll be a good girl I don't have to hurt you. Not because I can't, because I don't want to." He was playing with her fingers now and he was clearly waiting for an answer.

She managed to nod her head, but then suddenly the girl turned pale. Her head felt heavy and before either of them could react, the girl's mouth opened and her eyes blanked, fixed on Damon's face.

"What are you?" She screamed in a horrifying voice.

Damon jerked back, which was something very uncharacteristic of him since he didn't fear anyone. However, she startled him.

"Demon," She choked out. "Devil."

"What are you saying?" He flashed in front of her now, shaking her. As he touched her, though, the girl slumped unconscious on the chair and if it wasn't his fast vampire reflexes she would've fallen to the ground, hard.

Elena woke up on the couch with a killer headache. She realized that she had blacked out and the thought scared her. The last time she had blacked out it didn't turn up good for anybody, especially her.

Damon was nowhere to be seen and the window showed that it was getting dark soon, in fact the clock marked six pm. She had been blacked out for more than three hours and she wasn't feeling good at all.

She wiped her eyes and rubbed her lip softly but nearly screamed when she saw that her hand had turned crimson. Blood.

In the shadows, Damon was observing the girl. She was not a human and he was sure of that, the second he smelled her blood and that necklace…The necklace she was wearing. He was sure he had seen it somewhere before. What scared him, though, was earlier. She seemed in some kind of trance when she yelled those accusations at him, and she was definitely acting like a witch. He knew witches and their weird trances, however he was almost positive that this girl was more than that. Something deeper…darker.

He had fed her his blood because her heart rate was dangerously slow. He seemed shocked at first that she seemed like she couldn't even tolerate his blood, being magically spilled all over her body before he used his ways to make the unconscious girl swallow. And then, after using as much force as possible, the blood seemed to work even though it was a long process. He mentally cursed himself for not wiping the blood off her hands.

"When you fell and you cut your arm with that," Damon stepped in, pointing at a piece of wood which was dangerously in the middle of the room.

"Oh."

"Are you in pain?"

"I'm fine, I think," She replied after a few minutes of hesitation. "What happened? What did I do?"

"What do you mean? Does this happen often?" Damon said confused when the words left her mouth.

She sighed. There was no point in not telling him now. "I black out often. But usually bad things happen when I do."

"You looked like you were in a trance."

"I told you. I black out, so I don't remember."

Damon chewed on his lip, not knowing what to say or do. When the silence stretched out for too long he went into the kitchen hoping to find a decent coffee jar to make her a cup of coffee, and when he did he returned with two cups.

"Drink up. Coffee helps."

She took the cup from him almost suspiciously but then she slowly raised it to her lips and closed her eyes. She must've been thirsty, he concluded, and for once he felt guilty for not thinking about it sooner.

"Thank you," She said with a very small smile.

He cleared his throat and then added, "I'll get you something to eat."

Elena nearly choked on her coffee. "You are giving me food?"

What the hell was wrong with her?

He scoffed. "Well, do you know another way of survival instead of food?"

"No, but…"

"Forget it. I'll see what I can fix you."

Damon found a packet of noodles in the house which apparently was one of the few foods Zach left in the boarding house before he lost his head. He glanced at Elena while he was cooking them and saw that she was examining the family pictures.

"Who is this?"

"That's my brother, Stefan."

"He looks terribly familiar."

"Oh?" Damon furrowed his brows. The situation he had put himself in was getting more stranger.

"Yeah. I know him from somewhere. I can't remember how." She let the picture down on the shelf again and took the plate from Damon.

As he watched her eat, she said, "I had a brother."

"Had?"

"He died."

Damon offered no sympathy although he was sorry for her. "How?"

"He was killed. Murdered."

"Do you know who did it?" Damon clenched his fists together unknowingly.

"No. The police never figured it out."

She continued to eat in silence and when she finished Damon took the plate away from her.

"You should have a shower. There are some clothes in the first drawer."

She immediately complied and Damon took this time to devour his bourbon again.

"Elena?" He called out impatiently when he thought that she had been in there for too long.

"I'm almost ready."

Before he could sigh again the door opened revealing Elena in one of the everyday outfits and a white cotton robe Andie had brought her. Damon had compelled her to bring Elena some clothes and apparently Andie had a good taste.

Elena bent down to pick up her towel from the floor and it was then when Damon saw purple bruises all over Elena's back. They were fading and they were not bleeding, however her entire back was marked. Without warning Damon cornered her and folded down her bathrobe.

"What are you doing?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she made a move of slapping him on his face, however he caught her wrist.

Damon used the other hand to fold down her bathrobe revealing more of those purple bruises.

"What happened to you, Elena?"

"Why do you care?" She spat.

That was true, she caught him there. Why would he care? So, keeping his voice as cold as possible, Damon said, "Well, I can't have my toy die of an infection, right?"

"They are not bleeding. I don't have the risk of an infection, and I don't need your help either."

She made a move of walking away from him but Damon let out a loud growl, grabbing her waist and pinning her to the wall with his body. When her arms shot out to try and hit him again, Damon grabbed them roughly and pinned them on the wall next to her head, still holding her in a bone-crushing grip.

"Where did you get those?" he asked again, this time not gently.

"It's all in the past!" She yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please! Just let it go!"

Damon let go of her hands but kept her pinned to the wall. She kept her eyes closed, her breathing dangerously slow and her heart was racing.

His arm rose to stroke her cheek softly.

"Are you going to hit me?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.

"No, I'm not," Damon said with so much assurance as he could muster.

She visibly relaxed and opened her eyes, staring at him until she finally reached his eyes.

"Come on," Damon said after a while of uncomfortable silence. "Let's see what we can do about them."

Half heartedly and hopelessly Elena followed Damon without a word, playing along. However she knew that she would figure out a plan on how to get out if there. She wouldn't be a loser. She always fought back.

A\N Slowly starting with the secrets ;)

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