Thanks to M, bethany, Marina164509 and Barbara SGB for reviewing my last chapter. Okay now on to the next one!

Oh and I'm gonna say it again, I don't own the Vampire diaries, If I did then everybody would have chosen Damon! I'm seriously confused, what do people see in Stefan; I mean Damon's way better than Stefan in every possible aspect! Ugh! Okay now let's get on track!

She smiled happily at him and moved closer then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek softly. She lingered there a bit longer and then stepped away. Realizing that it was the first time she had kissed him made her blush deeply. She glanced at Damon and saw a blank expression on his face; he blinked once and took a step backwards. As he turned around, he just repeated one thing, "Don't come out of this place, Miss Gilbert." With that, he left her alone in that dark storeroom.

As Damon closed the room's door behind him, he instantly touched his cheek where Elena had kissed. He felt awkward and yet didn't know what to feel about that small innocent gesture. He shook his head and reminded himself that there was something much more important going on within the premises of the Gilbert residence. So without any hesitation Damon ran down the stairs, towards the front of the mansion where a possible bloodshed was taking place.

Elena sank down the wall and sat on the floor. She couldn't believe what she did today; she kissed him, although it was just a kiss on the cheek it still meant a lot to her. She sighed, closed her eyes and waited for Damon to return back to her unharmed.

Elena sat quietly in the dark storeroom for several minutes but it felt like hours had gone by. The only sounds that could be heard were distant gunshots. Every time she heard a bullet fire she flinched, imagining the dreadful thing reaching its target. And every single time her imagination forced her to believe Damon was the target. She tried to get those images out of her mind but it didn't work.

She had no clue what was happening outside her current location and because of that she felt hopeless. She wanted Damon back; she couldn't take his absence any longer. She hated the fact that he was risking his life just to save hers. And not just he, the entire security that was appointed for the Gilbert household was risking itself for her safety. She understood that it was their job, but even then she felt miserable and pathetic. She couldn't be the cause of so many deaths and she knew how Elijah played, last time's failure may have forced him to double the reinforcements. There was no chance things would turnout to be the way they should.

Thinking all this she stood up from her spot and faced the door, 'and worst of all if anyhow she does get out of this situation, what would be the point of life if Damon wouldn't be there anymore.' she convinced herself. And with that she made up her mind. She didn't care anymore; she was going to give herself up. Just so she could spare her Damon's life.

She was about to grab the door's knob, when the door itself suddenly burst open; revealing a man standing opposite her with a gun pointed directly towards her head. He was tall and broad and had rough stubble. His height and appearance intimidated Elena instantly and when he opened his mouth to speak, his ugly teeth made their appearance, "Com on suga', I'm here to take ya." His rough and illiterate accent sent shivers down Elena's spine. The man's demeanor alone made it quite apparent that he had done nothing in his life but committed innumerable crimes. And the way he was staring hungrily at her fragile body made it obvious that he comprised of a dirty mind as well.

Instinctively Elena stepped backwards, she wanted to run away from him but unfortunately she was trapped. She didn't even want to be in the presence of such a man who was probably twice her age but had horrible intentions in store for her. Her heartbeat became faster and dread covered her. She knew he was here to kidnap her but she would be a fool if she believed he wouldn't take advantage of the situation.

As expected he inched closer, licked his lips and said, "You're one pretty doll, suga', saw ya in the pics but I have to say the real thang looks much more delicious, might as well taste ya a little before we go." The instant those words left his lips a thousand thoughts ran through Elena's mind and she felt horrified. She had never been touched and she never imagined being a victim to such unfortunate circumstance. Even the mere thought of the man's hands on any part of her body disgusted her. She wanted to die that instant, but it was her bad luck that she couldn't even do that. Panic struck her so she started crying and as he moved closer she shrieked at him, "Don't touch me!" Taking that as a challenge, he raised his bushy eyebrows while responding, "I don't think so sweetcake, I'm gonna have my fun while I can." With that he moved even closer and reached his hand forward. Elena did the only thing she could do, she closed her eyes tightly and leaned against the wall to create as much distance in between them as she could. Dread filled her and her tears increased as she waited for the inevitable.

Surprisingly, what she expected; never came. Instead of being touched anywhere by the filth in front of her, Elena heard him scream in agony and it was followed by a deep growl. She instantly opened her eyes eager to see what was happening.

The sight in front of her shook her even more. Damon was there and he was locked in a one on one combat with the perverted man that stood just before her a few seconds ago. From the looks of it the fight was hugely in Damon's favor.

Amidst all the action Damon discarded his gun, which he held in his hand before. Now anger driven, he was using the man as a punching bag. To say that Damon was livid would be an understatement, also he had no clue why he felt the way he did. He just knew, if the situation was different and the guy was only holding Miss Gilbert at gun point he would have simply shot him. 'But no, this sick bastard had gone too far, he wanted to touch Miss Gilbert; she's just an innocent girl!' Damon's thoughts were raging, at that moment he believed the skum deserved all the pain he could get and he intended to give it to the asshole himself. Damon kept on punching him and repeatedly kicked the man as hard as he could, he unleashed his fury and invested it in his combative movements. He didn't know why all of a sudden such anger consumed him. Then images of Elena's horrified expression a few moments ago flashed through his mind, and that forced him to break several other bones in the man's body. All that he felt at his pain was; satisfaction, pure unrestrained satisfaction and it grew every time he heard a new bone snap.

Elena stood there awestruck. She had never seen Damon this angry, the expression on his face was inexplicable as if he would kill anyone if they came in his way. Then she looked down at the man, who was still being severely punished by her savior. The guy was overall covered in blood and Elena realized he had been punished more than deserved. She took a deep breath and wiped her left over tears. She moved behind Damon and called his name softly, "Damon...

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