Damon's POV:
Twenty minutes later after letting her take a shower she eventually came out. When I turned round, hearing a click of the bathroom door shutting, I come eyes contact with long, slim legs, a towel draping over the rest of the body leading up from them. At first, I forget its Elena's body I'm looking at and suddenly I can't think of anything else but those legs...god, those legs. Her body was so beautiful; I almost couldn't resist the urge to reach out and glide my hand up them, admiring her silky skin. I suddenly realised I had been staring down at her body when my eyes came in contact with hers. She seemed afraid of my stare, probably suspecting the worst, worried I was thinking about getting into her knickers. Raping her. God no, the thought sickened me to the pit of my stomach just thinking about such thing. "Err, right. Upstairs." I instructed with a slight tone of nervousness. She broke her gaze from me and hurriedly climbed upstairs to what was now her room. I didn't follow her up, I best leave her get changed but once she had gone in and shut the door behind her and quickly ran up, turning the key in the lock as to make sure she didn't think about escaping.
"Well, that was entertaining." A low, amused voice sang from behind me.
"Ah, what!?" I jumped in shock, spinning around on the spot and coming face to face with Klaus.
"Sexy, eh?" He tilted his head in amusement.
"Klaus, don't."
"What?"
"You know what." I muttered, thumping back down the stairs, budging past him on the way down. As I walked into the kitchen I could hear Klaus follow in from behind. "You've got eyes for her. What a tiger you really are, Damon."
"I have not. Stop it, this is serious Klaus. What are we meant to do with her?"
"Oh, don't worry. I have big plans for her." He winked, holding a can of bear to his lips which he had grabbed form the top of the fridge by the kitchen door. I shook my head, my chest burning in rage. No, no, no. Never, will I let him take such advantage of a fifteen year old girl like that. No way. "Keep your hands off her." I growled, shooting him a dark look. Klaus chuckled in response and shook his head in amusement, "Oh, you really do know how to put up a fight Damon. Do you want to have her first?" My eyes immediately widened in horror then, "You're disgusting!" I wouldn't even think of such a revolting image! He was disgusting! Sometimes I wondered how he ever became my mate. After all, I and Klaus were nothing alike. Nothing in common. Klaus laughed it out, thinking it was just a whole one big joke. "Com'on, Dam' the girls nothing but sex on legs."
"Do you ever think of nothing else!?" I turned, running the cold water from the tap. "Nothing but except for the fact it is only the money I'd be doing it for." Klaus spoke from behind me back. I ignored him, too wrapped up into making the effort in making Elena some tea as I brought the kettle and held it under the running tap. "Where have you been?" I questioned him, peering over my shoulder as he took a large gulp of his can of beer. "Just needed to have a word with Stefan. He's going to give us the families phone number and we will ring them, when the time comes."
"When the time comes?" I question, wondering when that will be.
"Give it a week and they'll be begging." He smirked, gazing down at his can of beer as if he was almost in love with it.
"You're nasty, I never even wanted to do this. This was all your doing. I can't believe I let myself get into this."
"You agreed to it, therefore you are in just as much of a hole as I am. That makes it even. How else is your brother going to get the treatment?"Klaus asked, tilting his head. "Somehow. All of this could have been done a whole lot differently, but no, you had to muck it up, you had to pick a dirty little, mindless idea and stick a plan to it!"
"Like I said, you agreed to it!" He growled, stepping towards me as if he was challenging me to a fight which I would have gladly competed to but with the position we were currently in, it was no time or place to start a boxing match. I retreated a few steps back, turning away and returning my attention back to the cup of tea I was making for Elena, adding two sugars to it. "Yeah, well...what else was I suppose to say. I think you're forgetting the fact you forced it upon me, Klaus. I was not willing." Klaus just scoffed in response, making the tension in the pit of my stomach only rise even higher. "You was willing, Damon. I watched your eyes, you were very willing."
"Ok, so maybe I was eager! But only to get the money, I didn't mean to terrorise a little girl's family!"
"Oh, don't be such a wet lettuce. All we've done is took a girl and the family aren't getting her back until they hand the money over." He explained so casually as if it was a everyday routine.
"You say it like it's so easy, like kidnapping a innocent girl from a warm and loving family is a routine or something."
"No, Damon. A girl of a rich and wealthy family who could easily hand us the money over." He corrected as if I was the one in the wrong.
"Whatever. I don't care anymore." I mumbled, looking away from him and stirring a spoon around in the tea mug. "What are you doing?" Klaus asked from behind me. "Making tea."
"Why?"
"The girl does have a need for food and drink, Klaus."
"What the fuck? We're holding her hostage not caring for her, you dick." He growled, punching his fist into the kitchen door frame. "You need to get a grip. If we're gonna do this we can a least go about it the right way." I responded on a calm note, trying to sound as mature as I could. Klaus growled and within seconds at vampire speed, stormed out.
Elena's POV:
It was dark now, it must of been about 10:00pm or something, I couldn't tell. It would have helped if I had a clock in my room with me. With a heavy sigh escaping my trembling lips, I laid back heavily onto the bed, my eyes fixed the ceiling, terror flowing through me. Why was I here? What had I done? What happened? How am I here? What's going on? Who these men who have kidnapped me? Jeeze, all this junk running through my head and for what? Just so they want my father's help? I don't know anymore. My head bangs at the headache from the intense fright of it all. As I lay there thinking I hear a click of the door announce. I suddenly lean up and stare at the door handle as it slowly pushed down. I prayed to god it was Dark and not that other horrible man who had earlier dragged me roughly back into the room. My heart hammered wildly in my chest, making my legs tremble twice as much as they already had been. As the door slowly clicked open and inch by inch began to open, revealing a gap from behind, a face appeared from the other side. I looked hard until I realised it was Dark. Phew! I let my eyes flutter shut with relief as my hand clung to my chest in silent thankful praying. Dark walked in and shut the door behind him with his right foot. I glanced down at his hands, he was holding two cups of hot, what? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate...I'm not sure. He smiles as he slowly approaches me, holding out with of the mugs out to me with steady hands. I shot back a shaking smile, even though my lips still tremble slightly at the corners, my nerves still flying wildly inside me in fright. I hesitated in taking it but he gives me a reassuring smile as I take it.
"It's hot chocolate. Is that ok?" He asked with a soft voice, his eyes soft and concerned. I nodded, my arms still slightly shaking as I kept my eyes fixed down on the steaming hot mug clutched within my cold hands. "Thank you." I nodded in confirmation. He slowly kneeled down onto the bed and carefully sat beside me as if he was afraid to touch me accidently or make me even more scared than what I was. I brang the rim of the mug to my trembling cold lips and carefully sipped on it, careful of burning my mouth from the heat.
"So? Err..." He began, clearing trying to make conversation. "Is hot chocolate your favourite?" I nodded in response, but no words in reply.
"Do you always drink it?" He asked, going on to keep up a casual conversation that was only going to piss me off even more despite the trembling I was shaken up by within me, I still felt so overly angry with how I was the centre of all this trouble. What did I do to deserve this!?
"I've just been kidnapped, pulled around and thrown about and you want to start a casual conversation?" I suddenly snapped. I glanced up to see Dark's stunned expression then. His mouth in an 'O' shape, his face as if I have just slapped him. He sits motionless in complete shock, maybe a tough man like him didn't reckon a little girl like me could snap like that and fight my corner. They are wrong. They are all wrong. He knows nothing about me. Nothing and he never will. I shoot him a disgusted look and glance back down at my hot chocolate, taking another quick sip. "If you give me any lip like that again little kitten I will make you regret it for the rest of your life." He threatened in a soft tone but I could tell he was trying to keep his temper together. I shuddered at the warning, tension running through me at his cautious warning, within soft words, making me bury myself deeper into my frightened hole, daring me to open my mouth, no choice but to shut my trap. I had to stay under control god knows what he could do to me. It was bound to get worse than this. I didn't reply but by out of the corner of my eye I could feel his stare fixed on me, watching my face very carefully. I didn't say a word, instead I just sat still on the bed beside he, silently sipping on the hot chocolate. I shouldn't have snapped like that, I just should have kept my stupid trap shut and let him build up a conversation that would hopefully wheel me away from the dreadful nightmare. I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes calmly and tried my best to imagine I was somewhere else for a moment.
"I'm gonna leave now, I'll give you half hour and I'll be back to collect the mug." He spoke calmly, rising up from the bed with his mug in his hand. As he pulled the door open, he quickly looked over his shoulder to me as I glanced up at him in fear. "Your bed wear is in the bottom drawer. When I get back you better be in bed." I pursed my lips and nodded, my body shaking in fear again. I can still remember the heat and terror that ran through me, making my blood pump like crazy; I was always on edge, expecting the worst. Was he going to rape me when he walked back in? I had no idea what his intentions were and to be honest, I tried hard to not think about the possibilities of what they could be.
Damon's POV:
Oh my god! I can't believe that girl! I try so hard...so hard to be as nice, I even try and make conversation just to try and make her calm down, to calm her nerves and she throws it right back in my face! I was that close to grabbing her and showing her the real nasty person I can really be. Somehow I couldn't, I don't know what it was. I could feel the anger rising within me, my temper almost getting the better of me but somehow I couldn't find the courage, the tempt to touch her in any way, I couldn't find the dare in me to harm her. I...I...I just couldn't! I don't know why but I jsut couldn't hurt her, it was a like a voice in my head was begging me to stay away from her, convincing me I was better than this. Sometimes I do yell at myself from the inside, my mind trying to tell me I can be a better person then this. I mean, what on earth was I doing kidnapping an innocent girl, why had I agreed to this? But I swear, all of it was Klaus's idea, all of it! I never once wanted to do it, yes I was tempted but I didn't WANT to do it. It was all on the conditions of my brother, all BECAUSE of my brother! To save him! All of it, it is all for him! But I still have to be careful, if that girl can snap just easily as that then Klaus will rip her to shreds god knows what he'll do to her. He's capable of anything. I know, sooner or later he'll do something terrible to her. He'll...he'll kill her and that's not what I want! I've had to witness Klaus attempting to rape a eighteen year old right in front of my eyes, we got into a massive battle just all because I was trying to pull him off of her. Lucky enough she survived, but because we've kidnapped a sixteen year old girl this time, I can't see me being able to getting away with pulling Klaus away from Elena. Because she's under our care now, he's sure to get away with bloody murdering her, having a girl as vulnerable as her under our hands gives him a huge opportunity to strike at any moment. Even now, I'm worried he's going to break into her room and...I can't even say it. Violate her.