It was a good day, Damon thought to himself as he stepped foot into the woods to hunt.
Unlike his brother Stefan, Damon was not hunting for animals.
He was hunting for humans.
A harsh wind blew through the freezing winter air picking up the most delicious sent.
Blood.
A human was close by.
He followed the sent and as he came closer to the source, he could hear a soft weeping sound.
Finally, a young woman, no more than 18, came into his view.
Her knees were cradled tightly to her chest and she was shaking uncontrollably on the ground.
She was battered and bruised from head to toe, and he couldn't help but notice the bite marks that plagued her skin.
Despite everything she was still attractive enough he thought to himself.
She had brown hair, and brown eyes, although the first thing Damon noticed was how good her body was.
After looking her up and down Damon knew that he was going to enjoy himself.
"This should be easy," Damon whispered to himself as he approached the crying girl.
"Hi, are you okay?" Damon asked politely, feigning his concern for the frail girl laying on the ground.
He reached his hand out to her, although she quickly shuffled back against the nearest tree, cowering away from him.
"Hey, if you come with me, I can help you. All you have to do is trust me," he said gently.
The young woman began to whimper and shake her head leaving Damon no other choice.
He was done playing nice.
He grabbed the girl and forced her to look him in the eyes.
"You will remember every last detail of what I am about to do to you," Damon said as he compelled her.
"I will remember every last detail of what you are about to do to me," the girl repeated back, her voice trembling out of fear, she thought she escaped all of this, but she was sorely wrong.
"But you will not be able to move or make a sound, you will just have to do exactly as I say. You are mine now."
"But I will not be able to move or make a sound, I will just have to do exactly what you say. I am yours now," she whispered back as her body began to shake uncontrollably in his grasp.
"Stop shaking you worthless whore!" he shouted as he slapped her hard across the face leaving a red handprint in its place.
The pain from the impact hurt, but it was nothing she wasn't used to.
She couldn't call out even if she wanted to due to the compulsion, so she just closed her eyes and braced herself for what was about to come.
"Good girl," Damon cooed as he stroked the side of her cheek wiping away a tear.
"Stay calm so I can enjoy you," he purred against her ear inhaling her scent.
"So I can enjoy all of you," he murmured as he began to plant kisses down her neck.
Suddenly he pinned the girl underneath him on the ground so she couldn't move.
He began to roughly kiss down her body not stopping until he reached her inner thighs.
It was then that he sunk his teeth down in the inside of her right thigh, so close to her center that she could feel the excruciating pain inside her.
She wanted to scream, cry out, anything, but she was forced to remain silent.
There was nothing she could do except hope that he would kill her sooner.
He made sure he did not take enough blood to kill her, but just enough to leave her barely alive.
After he was done drinking, he looked up into her terrified eyes with a satisfied smile playing on his blood- stained lips.
He climbed back up her body as his hands found their way up her shirt kneading her skin greedily.
She internally pleaded for the man to stop but she could not make a sound.
She was forced to lie there silently as he unclipped her bra and thew it far into the woods.
"You won't be needing this anymore," the man jeered as he roughly worked up her body.
His nails dug so deeply into the skin of her breasts that she felt blood trickling down before he slowly licked it off, enjoying every last droplet.
"I was going to kill you, but you are just so delicious. I am going to take you home so I can enjoy you over and over and over again," he breathed as he planted his lips on hers making her taste her own blood, smearing it all over her lips.
Damon stood up but she was too weak to do so.
"Get up you slut!" he yelled at her as he roughly yanked her off the ground by her arm and into his grasp.
An unbearable pain shot through her arm as she heard her bones cracking in his hand.
"I am just giving you what you deserve. I don't know what happened to you that landed you all bruised up in the woods, but whoever did this to you knew how worthless you are. You are an animal and should be treated as one.
Before she knew it, she was in front of a huge mansion, although she was pulled inside before she could get a closer look.
"Sit!" Damon commanded.
Out of fear the young woman sat on the ground crossing her legs in front of her.
"Not like that, on all fours like the animal you are," he said harshly.
Without a choice the woman did as she was told, she was still under his compulsion.
"Now stay girl," he said as he walked into another room.
She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't do anything. She had just been compelled, violated, drank from, assaulted, and now she was sitting like a dog in a strange house, but all she could do was stay just like the man told her too. Her broken arm hurt like hell from the pressure of it on the floor, but she could only keep it stationary praying that he would just kill her. All she wanted was for the pain to end.
A minute later he came back and forcefully put a collar around the girl's neck, completely taking away her humanity.
As he did this a small whimper escaped her lips before she could stop herself.
Instantly she felt her neck being whipped back by the man holding on to the leash.
She cried out in pain not able to help it.
"When animals like you are bad, they deserve to be punished," he shouted as he slapped her again across the face, even harder than the first time.
Suddenly a man came running down the stairs and when he saw what was happening, his face twisted with rage at the sight in front of him.
Slowly he looked down at the girl on the ground, and all the rage left his features.
She was so breathtakingly beautiful.
She had long silky chestnut hair, and big glossy brown eyes.
His heart broke as she quickly looked away from him as her face turned a deep shade of red.
At this moment he knew he would do everything in his power to protect her, no matter what his brother would do to him.
She was completely humiliated and couldn't bear the thought of this man seeing her like this.
Something about him was so gentle, kind even.
She just wanted to die.
Her neck was violently snapped again breaking her out of her daze.
"DAMON!" The stranger yelled, "Let go of her right now," he said icily.
"Oh, but Stefan, the fun is just starting. Isn't that right girl," Damon taunted.
Stefan's heart broke as he saw the fear and sadness in the girl's eyes as she nodded her head quickly in obedience.
There was something else present in her eyes that hurt Stefan's heart even more.
It was resignation.
To Stefan it seemed as though she was ready to die, and there was nothing sadder to him in all the world.
"Come on let's show Stefan your tricks," Damon said in a high pitch voice.
"You're a monster," Stefan stated as he lunged for his brother.
Although Damon effortlessly moved out of the way yanking the girl with him bringing her up to her feet.
"Hey! I never told you that you are allowed to stand. Get back down you little mut," Damon shouted as he kicked her back down to the ground.
When she fell, she landed right on her broken arm and her face scrunched up in pain.
Immediately Stefan knew her arm was severely broken.
"Okay girl, show Stefan how you sit."
The girl quickly glanced at Stefan but brought her eyes down before she did what she was told.
Stefan could see the unshed tears in her beautiful brown eyes, and he just wanted to take all of her pain away.
"Good girl," Damon praised her as he pet her on the head causing her to flinch at his touch.
"Now shake," he ordered as he reached his hand out to the girl.
There has to be a way to get her away from Damon, Stefan urgently thought to himself.
He could not take this any longer.
He knows that Damon is stronger and faster than him, but he has to do something- he just has to.
Reluctantly the girl lifted up her unbroken arm to shake Damon's hand from the ground, but he stomped on it causing her fingers to crack under his boot.
She let out a cry as she felt like she was going to pass out from the pain.
"Bad girl! I meant your other hand, you worthless pet," he spat down at her.
He was extremely pleased with himself at the agony written all over her face.
"Now shake pet," he sneered as she attempts to lift her injured arms off the ground.
She shakily tries to move her broken arm but she just whimpers- it hurt too bad.
Stefan would not let this go on for another second.
Rage consumed his entire being, fueled by the silent cries coming from the woman on the floor.
He began to move towards Damon, he would do whatever it takes to help this girl.
"I swear to god Stefan if you come any closer, I will pull her neck so hard it will detach from her body," Damon warned in a serious tone.
The girl's eyes widened with fear as she grasped onto the collar secured around her neck.
Something in Stefan snapped and the next thing he knew Damon was laying on the floor and the girl remained motionless where she was sitting- too shocked to move.
Stefan didn't even know her name, but he knew he would protect her at all costs.
After the shock of Stefan's blow wore off Damon got up with his eyes still set on the girl.
Although before he could even attempt to make a move towards her a low growl escaped Stefan's lips as his hands curled into tight fists turning his knuckles white.
"Take one more step towards her Damon and I swear," Stefan said icily not even recognizing the anger in his voice.
"Alright Stefan you can have the little bitch all to yourself. I don't care. She isn't worth all this effort anyways. I can find another slut to enjoy who isn't so broken," he said before he sped out of the house.