I let out a scream as I feel a warm hand wrap itself around my ankle.

"Gotcha."

I kick with my legs, trying desperately to get out of the man's hold, but his grip was strong. This was it! I was going to die!

I let out a loud cry as the man pulls me out from under the bed as if I weighed nothing. I franticly claw at the floorboards, trying to find something to hold onto to, but there was nothing in reach. I flinch at the sound of my nails scratching along the floor. It had a similar sound to nails on a chalkboard; I hate that sound.

A loud sob escapes my lips when his fingers rest on my hips. His two legs were holding my body securely in place. The man flips me over onto my back so I am looking at him.

"Stop!" I cry weakly. Tears were pouring from my eyes. Never, not once have I been in a position like this. It was the same man from my dreams; except he didn't look as perfect as I remembered him to be. His hair was a mess, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He smelt strong of alcohol; which was not good, not good at all.

"Stop struggling Elena, I don't want to hurt you," the man spits out through his teeth. But I don't stop struggling; I wouldn't dream of it. I continue to scream, thrash, kick and punch but it didn't even begin to shake him. My throat hurt from screaming, but it didn't matter. I had no clue to where I was, and if there was a small chance that someone could hear my scream, I wasn't going to waste it.

I choke on a scream when he removes his hands from my waist and grabs both my wrists, pinning them to the ground. His legs held my body to the ground. My vision was blurry from all my tears. Oh God, I was so scared!

I bite my tongue to keep from screaming when his face inches closer to mine. Who was he? How did he know my name? And why was he doing this? The closer his face came to mine, the more my body started to tremble. My heart was racing, probably skipping a few beats too.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask in a choked whisper. A flicker of amusement flashes through his eyes. The man tilts his head to the side, and his eyes lower down to my lips.

"I don't want to; but I may have to resort to that if you don't stop screaming," he warns, his eyes trailing back upwards until they meet my eyes. His eyes were darker than I remember them to be. I gulp, but bite on my tongue to keep from screaming. Screaming wasn't going to do me any good if he was going to kill me; and I don't think he was lying about having to kill me if I didn't shut up.

"Much better!" he exclaims, a grin creeping upon his face. Who was this sick man? I watch as he pulls himself off of me and offers a hand to help me up. I give the man a disgusted look and pull myself onto my feet, refusing his help.

"What do you want?" I ask while looking around me, trying to figure out which way I could get out.

"What do I want? Well Elena-" the man starts but is interrupted when I take off into a sprint out the door. Once I'm out of the bedroom, I run down the hall and make my way towards the stairs. My heart was racing and I had a sick feeling in my gut. I had to find a way out of here!

I couldn't believe how easy that was. He didn't even try to stop me? Perhaps he was behind me?

When I was down the stairs, I quickly look up to see he was nowhere behind me. Why wasn't he trying to stop me from escaping? I let out a loud scream when I feel myself run into something hard. I look up to see it was the man! But that physically was not possible! He couldn't have done that? Not without some freak super powers!

I try to turn around, but his hand grabs my waist and pulls me towards him. I let out a cry when he wraps both his arms around my waist, keeping me secured to him. I struggle, trying to escape his hold but he held on pretty damn tight. There was no doubt that I would have some bruises.

"Please stop! Just let me go," I plead while continuing to thrash and kick, but the more I struggled that tighter he held on.

"I really didn't want to do this," He sighs. I gasp as he turns my around so fast, I'm pretty sure I blurred. I tried to catch my breath, but failed. What was he going to do? I couldn't look away from his eyes. It was almost as if I were being hypnotized.

"I want you to stop struggling, to stop screaming and to go take a seat on a couch. Do you understand?" he asks. I felt almost as if I were in a trance; and I couldn't believe what I was about to say next.

"I understand," I mumble while making my way over to the nearest couch. What was I doing? Why was I listening to what this man was saying? But it was almost as if I had no choice. No matter how hard I tried to resist, I couldn't control my own body. Did he do something to make me like this? This was beyond scary; this was terrifying.

As I take a seat on the couch, I watch as the man takes a seat in an arm chair across the room. At least he wasn't taking a seat beside me on the couch. The room itself wasn't very big.

"Why can't I move?" I ask. There were no more tears coming out of my eyes. But I was still petrified.

"Because I've compelled you not to," The man answers while shrugging like it's no big deal. What does he mean 'compelled'?

"Why are you doing this?" I ask silently. The man seemed to be studying me; as if he were trying to remember ever single detail. It was freaky.

"Because I'm tired of waiting," the man sighs. What did he mean 'tired of waiting'? I wanted to ask, but at the same time I wasn't too sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Who are you?" I ask my voice breaking.

"I'm your worst nightmare," He says, a grin creeping upon his face. I couldn't help but to feel a bit of Déjà vu; but I couldn't remember why. Oh God, why was this happening to me? Who was this man? He clearly wasn't human; except that was impossible.

"Look Elena, you don't have to worry; I'm not going to hurt you," The man says while standing up. I watch as he starts to make his way over to me.

"But you said-" I start, but he interrupts me.

"I only said that to shut you up; I don't want your pretty little voice to be ruined, especially if your just wasting your time as no one will be able to hear you," The man says with a smirks. It wasn't too long before he was standing right in front of me. I let out a gasp as he lowers himself to my level. I close my eyes and bite my tongue, hoping that this would end soon. But it never did.

"Elena, open your eyes," The man says softly. His voice was so soft, you wouldn't be able to believe what he had just done earlier. But I knew better. Instead of opening my eyes, I shake my head. I knew that the man's face wasn't far from mine. I could feel his cool breath on my face. I listen as he lets out a sigh.

"Elena, open your eyes," the man repeats, his voice no longer soft, but frustrated; really frustrated. Counting to three, I slowly open my eyes. I didn't want to anger this man; who knows what he could be capable of.

I can't help but to gasp when I open my eyes. His face was much closer to mine than I had expected. It probably was only three inches away, maybe less? My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing. He was staring at my lips, almost as if he were going to kiss them. But to my surprise, he doesn't. Instead he stands up and backs away.

"Elena, I'm going to remove your compulsion, but you have to promise to be good," the man says. I just nod my head. I wasn't sure what he meant by compulsion, but I'm guessing it had to do something with the reason why I couldn't move.

"You can stand up now if you would like," the man offers while backing up a little. I could stand up now? I hesitate before slowly pulling myself back onto my feet. Perhaps this was a trap? Hell I was already in his trap. What did I have to lose?

"How can you do that?" I ask silently.

"Do what?" The man asks while taking a step closer to me. I start to back myself up. Every time the man took a step closer to me, I take a step back. This man was dangerous, beyond dangerous.

"Make me do things against my will," I whisper. I let out a gasp as I back myself up against a wall. Oh this wasn't good; not good at all. He didn't stop walking; he just kept going until he was inches away from me. A silent whimper escapes my lips as he put his hands against the walls beside me, making a small cage so I couldn't escape. His body was practically pressed up against mine; his face inches away from mine.

"It's a part of who I am," He says, his voice just a above a whisper. A part of who he was?

"What are you?" I ask. I try to dig myself deeper against the wall, but it didn't help anything. He was way too close for comfort. If he leaned in just a bit, our lips would meet together.

"I'm a vampire."

Sorry that this took a little longer to get out, but I had a sleepover with a friend and of course we watched house of wax and Friday the 13th (Only cuz they both had Jared Padalecki in it :O yes its true, I've switched from a Jensen Ackles to Jared Padalecki :O (only people who will know what I'm talking about are the people who watch supernatural lol)) anyways, I was also studying for exams :P

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