A/N: I was bound and determined to get this chapter posted before bed. So here it is! I will seriously be lacking sleep at work tomorrow (er... today.) I know it's been a long wait, please bear with me. Thank you for all the awesome reviews for this story so far! I'm glad there are other people out there who find my dark imagination entertaining. You guys are the best!

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"You made me dream about you." I stated through quivering lips as he crawled closer.

"You liked it." He whispered, slowly reaching for the bed covers I had wrapped securely around myself.

"You made me think I did." I replied, shaking my head in objection.

"Are you sure about that?" He drawled at me, grasping a handful of the covers and lightly tugging.

I clung to the sheets desperately, my heart rate had sky rocketed and my body trembled madly. I crawled backwards as he closed in on me, until I was cornered sitting up against the headboard of the bed.

A sharp gasp flew from my lips as he easily inched the sheets down my body, exposing my bare legs. I pulled my knees to my chest, curling up and trying to become as small as possible.

Cold chills shot through my body as he walked his fingers up my shivering legs. Drawing closer, he slipped his hand gently between my knees and guided them apart. To my complete and utter horror, I let him.

A cheerful purr released from his lips as he hovered above me. His face drifted forward, I could feel his warm breath brush across my face. My heart was beating out of control as his face stilled directly in front of mine. His hungry eyes lowered to gaze at my lips.

I wanted to run. I wanted to get as far away from him as I possibly could, but I stayed put. My knees rested against his hips as he lingered slightly above me, my breath hitched in my throat as his lips began to close the tiny gap between us. I remained frozen, digging my nails deep into the bed sheets below us. My lips began to tingle sensing the presence of his and I slowly closed my eyes, and waited.

Nothing happened. I felt the faint feel of his breath across my lips, but nothing more. I held my breath and opened my eyes sluggishly to face him. He was perfectly still, staring at me contentedly.

"Hmmm." He hummed happily, as if he had just discovered something that pleased him.

I was shocked as he pulled away from me, rolling up onto his knees. I immediately squeezed my legs shut and hurried to adjust the small piece of clothing barely covering my half naked body. I avoided eye contact with him as his gaze seemed to travel my body. I kept my eyes fixated on the crumpled up bed sheets at my feet. The mattress gradually shifted below us and he crawled across the bed and chuckled quietly to himself as he climbed under the covers.

"You might want to try and get some sleep, too." His deceivingly gentle voice made my stomach turn.

It didn't make sense. I was positive he was going to force a kiss on me. Why had I just waited for it to happen? You would have fought him if he did, I reassured myself over and over in my head. I really would have, I decided, nodding as I exhaled shakily.


Somehow, I had managed to fall asleep for a few hours, unable to chase away my exhaustion any longer. Even with the daylight sneaking in through the curtains and of course, the terrifying monster sleeping beside me.

I glanced across the bed as he continued to sleep soundlessly, facing my direction. I kept the covers snugly wrapped around me, laying as close to the edge of the bed as I could manage, leaving at least an entire arm's length of empty space between us.

How could I have gotten myself into such a mess? This was the exact reason people were constantly warned to never talk to strangers. What made me think I was any kind of exception? I would have never, ever guessed anything like this would happen to me... but who would?

My mind filled with thoughts of Jenna and Jeremy. They would know I was gone at this point. Jenna would be frantically calling Caroline and Bonnie and probably even have Matt searching for me. I flinched at the thought of my car being found on the side of the road. Jenna would probably have a breakdown and what about Jeremy?

My thoughts ceased the instant I realized Damon's eyes were open, staring at me from across the bed. He lay completely still, watching me. Uneasiness was making itself apparent in the pit of my stomach as he peered back at me, his features impossible to decipher.

I froze in horror as he suddenly reached across the bed and grasped my arm solidly in his hand. In seconds he had slid me across the bed on my stomach and he pinned me hard into the mattress beneath his body.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I stammered as my heart began to pound.

"I'm hungry." He replied in a raspy tone, pulling my hair out of the way.

Hungry? The last time he was hungry he nearly killed me.

"Wait, please!" I pleaded, squirming to try and free myself.

"I said, I'm hungry." He replied coldly, grabbing a hold of the collar of the button up shirt I had on and he yanked it impatiently, popping a couple buttons and sliding it down my shoulder.

"Don't do this!" I begged, feeling tears weighing heavily in at my eyes.

I reached behind me, trying everything in my power to push his body away from mine and he simply grabbed one of my wrists and twisted it roughly behind my back. I cried out feeling pain shoot up and down my upper body.

"Stop or I will break your arm." He hissed down at me in irate voice.

He hesitated for a few moments and finally released my sore arm. I pulled it out from between our bodies and gripped the bed sheets tightly in my hand. My body shook violently as he pulled my bra strap down my shoulder, leaving my neck and shoulder completely bare. He twisted his fingers in my hair, winding thick strands around them and then he clenched his fist, holding a massive handful of my snarled hair and tipped my head to the side, allowing him better access to my bare neck.

I let out a stifled shriek the second I felt his razor sharp fangs sink deep into my neck. I struggled below him, but it just drove him to press harder against me. I clutched the bed sheets in my hand so tightly my knuckles were turning white as he drank from me.

Unbearable searing pain was flooding my entire body. It felt like he was ripping my skin wide open. The tears I had fought so hard to hold back slowly began to roll down my hot cheeks.

"Please, stop." I whimpered painfully.

To my surprise, he carefully slid his fangs from my neck. He held me still, breathing heavily against my wounded skin.

"Don't fight me." He whispered against my ear.

He snaked his hand between my chest and the bed and entrapped me in his arms. I grabbed weakly at his arm that was pulled tightly around my chest and I clung on as his mouth found his way to my bloody skin once again.

"Shhh. Don't fight it..." He muttered hotly against my neck in an unsettling soothing tone.

A soft cry spilled from my lips as his deadly fangs penetrated my neck a second time. I attempted to struggle again but stopped immediately as he released a low growl from his throat and he pressed my body roughly down into the mattress.

I grew still beneath him, my strength was fading more and more as the seconds passed. Fighting him was useless. I slowly rested the side of my face against the pillow as my crying started to subside. The tension from my body began to lift and I gave in, letting him drink freely with no form of protest.

Then, as if a switch had been flicked, everything shifted. The pain from his feeding had vanished and been instantly replaced with a rising feeling of warmth. My skin began to tingle as subtle waves of bliss made their way through my body. I could feel everything amplified as he drank excessively slowly. My lips began to tremble as he ran his fingers inside my shirt, grazing the tender skin along my collar bone and a low moan sounded from his throat. He could feel it, too.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling him pull his teeth from my neck again.

"Good girl." He praised me in a breathless whisper. "Just a little more."

He dipped his head down, wrapping his mouth around my skin and picking up exactly where he had left off. This time a quiet moan escaped me as he sucked at the tiny punctures along my neck. I released the bed sheets from my hand and I slowly reached back, sliding my fingers into his hair. I wanted nothing more than to pull him away from me, to stop him from slowly sucking the life out of me, but instead I pulled him closer, soundlessly encouraging him to continuing.

"This is wrong." I moaned through my quivering lips, roughly moving my fingers through his hair.

All rational thought had slipped away in a matter of minutes. I was trapped, completely consumed in the immensely amazing feeling continuing to build up inside of me. My skin was burning, my heart was thudding out of control and frantic gasps flew from my lips. He ran his tongue over the bite marks, tending to them gently and before I knew it, his mouth had found its way to the base of my neck and he sank his teeth smoothly into my skin. I buried my face into the pillow, crying out as the mix of pleasure and pain soared through every inch of my body, pushing me to my breaking point.

I shook furiously beneath him as he groaned against my skin, swallowing one last sip of my blood and then he pulled away, leaving me panting uncontrollably into the pillow.

My body felt numb and an overwhelming feeling of dizziness hit me seconds later. I weakly lifted my head from the pillow, straining my tired muscles and I fought to get myself under control.

Had that really happened? Not only had I let him drink from me, I had been so far gone that I had actually encouraged him to do it.

The bed shifted under me as he climbed off of my shuddering body, finally collecting himself and he silently stood up. I laid there, motionless, not wanting to face him as he showered and got dressed. My eyelids grew heavier as I sporadically slipped in and out of consciousness.

Once I was able to stay awake and I had become more alert, I shot a glimpse at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It read 1:13 p.m. I winced as I managed to sit up and my arms shook wearily, searching for the strength left to hold myself up. My ratted hair fell around my face in every single direction. A deep crimson blood stain covered the pillow and on the crumpled up bed sheets below me. My shirt was ripped and hanging wide open, exposing my tangled and twisted bra underneath. I felt light-headed, but not nearly as bad as the first time he fed from me.

I lifted my shaking hands to my chest, adjusting my bra and carefully pulling the shirt closed. My eyes scanned the hotel room nervously, but Damon was no where to be seen.

Attempting to pull myself together, I sluggishly crawled across the bed and slid my feet over the edge lowering them to the floor. I nearly lost my balance the instant I stood up, stumbling forward and gripping the table holding the television across from the bed. I steadied myself and tucked my snarled hair behind my ears and out of my face. I cautiously made my way through the room and was met by an empty bathroom as I peeked around the corner. No Damon.

I was alone and I couldn't even begin to piece together how long ago he had left me. A glimmer of hope flashed in my mind. I hurried to the nightstand grabbing the phone and I stopped immediately unable to dial a single number. Whatever power he held over me was stopping me from making any kind of call, no matter how much I wanted to. He made sure of that.

I sighed heavily, turning to face the door to the room and I hastily made my way over to it. To my surprise, I was able to open the door but unable to set foot outside of it, almost as if there was some kind of invisible barrier stopping me.

A housekeeping cart sitting a few doors down caught my eye. I watched intently as a young girl, looking to be about my age, stepped out of the room she was turning down and grabbed a handful of towels. Ear buds hung from her ears as she casually hummed along to music she was listening to and she swiftly disappeared into the room again.

I lowered my eyes to the door handle of our hotel room, spotting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign Damon had placed there. I grabbed the sign from the door and ducked back into the room quietly shutting the door behind me. If I couldn't leave, use the phone or call out for help, I'd find someone else to do it for me.

I tossed the sign on top of the bed and waited anxiously for her to reach our room. I paced back and forth, trying to keep my nerves under control, gathering my thoughts on how to approach this whole thing. I eyed the clock impatiently, as minute after minute passed and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard abrupt rapid knocking on the door.

"Housekeeping." She called out.

I hurried into the opposite corner of the room, remaining completely silent as she knocked a second time. After a couple more moments, the door was speedily unlocked and she swung it open. Her back was to me as she grabbed a pile of bed sheets and twirled around gracefully, entirely engulfed in her music.

As she moved towards the bed, I flew passed her and soundlessly shut the door to the room for privacy. She set the sheets on the end of the bed and slowly pulled the ear buds from her ears as she spotted the bloodstained covers.

"Please, don't freak out." I spoke, causing her to spin around and gasp in surprise as she took in the undoubtedly scary sight of me.

"What happened to you?" Her eyes widened in shock.

"I can't explain." My voice shook, realizing I couldn't tell anyone anything about Damon, "Just... will you help me?"

She hesitated nervously tucking her dark shoulder-length hair behind her ear and swallowed hard, eventually nodding in agreement.

"What's your name?" I questioned calmly.

"Brooklyn." Her eyes were fixated on the evident bite marks and smeared blood along my neck.

"Okay, Brooklyn, I'm Elena Gilbert. I need you to call the police and my aunt and tell them where I am. Can you do that for me?" I explained just above a whisper, I could feel tears stinging at my eyes, but I knew I needed to remain calm.

Truthfully, I had no idea how I was going to be rescued if I couldn't tell anyone anything, but calling the police was the best option I had. I expected her to ask me more questions, like why I couldn't call myself, but she seemed to understand the urgency in my voice.

She tentatively made her way towards the nightstand and she carefully reached for the phone.

"I'll call the police first." She told me pulling the phone from the receiver.

"That sounds like a bad idea." Damon's voice boomed from behind us, causing my blood to run cold.

Brooklyn dropped the phone back onto the receiver in surprise and we both spun around to face him. In the blink of an eye, he had pulled the housekeeping cart inside the room and promptly shut and locked the door behind him. He tossed the bags he was holding onto the floor and quickly stripped off his leather jacket in silence as he eyed us.

"I was just getting her some help." Brooklyn stammered in confusion, picking up on my unconcealed fear.

Damon tilted his head to the side, flashing me a miffed smirk and said, "Making new friends, are we?"

An intense feeling of panic filled my entire body as he edged closer to us.

"She seems... sweet." He paused, searching for the perfect word.

Brooklyn's eyes darted back and forth between Damon and me as he casually closed in on us. I began to shake my head furiously, desperate to find the right words.

"Run." I told her in a rushed whisper.

She moved as fast as she could to pass us and quick as a flash, Damon grabbed her roughly, throwing his hand over her mouth, suppressing her horrified shriek. She stared back at me in alarm as he held her securely in place. A look of pure terror filled her eyes as he tipped her head to the side.

"It's alright, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear as his eyes pierced into mine, "It will be over before you know it."

"Don't!" I cried, dashing forward.

His fangs ripped deep into her neck a split second before I reached them. Her muffled screams lasted mere seconds before she fell limp in his arms. He growled viciously against her throat, feeding like a savage animal. He tore his mouth away hastily, causing blood to splatter all over me.

It was, by far, the most petrifying sight I had ever seen in my entire life. My body was shaking so badly I was having trouble remaining on my feet. The moment her lifeless body crumpled to the floor, I was running to the bathroom. I hurried inside and slammed the door behind me, frantically locking it. Tears were spilling down my cheeks as I took a few steps backwards and stared at the closed door in fright.

My heart was thumping at an indescribable pace. I was trapped, in every sense of the word, with a cold-hearted killer. In a frenzy, I searched the entire bathroom for anything I could use against him and came up empty handed. Nothing could protect me from such a heartless monster.

I froze in place hearing a soft knock on the bathroom door. My eyes widened and I took a few giant steps in the opposite direction, eyeing the door soundlessly.

"Elena, sweetheart, open the door." Damon's deceptively sweet-tempered tone could be heard from the other side of the door.

I shook my head mutely unable to form a reply.

"Elena." He spoke again, his voice growing colder at every passing second, "It would be in your best interest to open the door, now."

I continued to shake my head in protest as I leaned my trembling body against the wall, sliding all the way down to sit on the floor and I wrapped my arms tightly around myself. A minute or two had passed and a heavy silence lingered in the air around us. The quiet was quickly becoming more terrifying than his threats.

An abrupt cry escaped me as the door unexpectedly flew open, slamming against the wall with astounding force. The menacingly dark expression settled on his face sent cold chills down my spine. He wasted no time, his hands grasped my arms like vice grips and he pulled me off the floor.

With all my strength I attempted to free my arms from his hold, fighting him with absolutely no intention of giving in. I shrieked in surprise as he spun us around so fast everything blurred and he pinned me on my back across the bathroom vanity. Sheer panic vibrated through my body as he suddenly released my arms and he clutched my neck in an unbreakable hold. My hands locked around his arm, I was trying everything in my power to get him to let up, but it only led him to squeeze harder.

"I should kill you for pulling that little stunt." His spat cruelly.

My hands clung to his arm so tightly, they began to shake. I couldn't breathe, my lungs were starting to burn from lack of oxygen. Tears began to stream from the corners of my eyes as I stared up at him helplessly.

His eyes pierced into mine as his grip remained solid and unwavering. A faint merciless smirk rolled across his lips and his eyes, ever so slowly, skimmed my shivering body. Without warning, he ripped the button up shirt down the middle, popping off the few remaining buttons and he eyed me thoroughly as I lay sprawled across the vanity in nothing more than a bra and panties.

My vision was growing blurry and my throat burned like fire as he continued to suffocate me.

"I should kill you." He repeated to himself quietly, running a finger lightly down my chest and along my bare stomach.

A frantic gasp rushed from my lips as he suddenly freed my neck. I fought desperately for air, coughing and choking to get myself back in control. I ran my shaking fingers along my sore neck, breathing deeply. I thought, for sure, he was going to kill me. I felt goosebumps rising along my naked skin as his fingers leisurely made their way up my leg.

"But I'm far from done with you." He drawled down at me as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh.

I inhaled sharply and squeezed my legs shut, shoving my knees into his stomach in objection. He let out a small chuckle and, to my dismay, he effortlessly pried my legs apart and stepped in between them, pressing hard against me. I shot up, shoving at his chest with all the strength I could gather and in a flash his arm swooped around my back and he pulled me securely against him. I continued to pound on his chest as rage rolled through me. He snickered evilly, amused at my furious outburst. I slammed my fists madly against his chest until my arm muscles began to tire.

"Do you know what I want to do to you?" He purred in my ear just as I turned my face away from him.

My chest was heaving as he held me close. It felt like my blood was boiling in my veins.

"I want to slide my thick cock between those pretty virgin thighs of yours." He whispered roughly in my ear, "Right inside your tight, wet little slit and fuck you senseless."

I refused to face him, keeping my head turned away and biting frantically at my bottom lip. Never in my life had anyone muttered such obscene words to me.

"As you're well aware, I have ways of making you agreeable." He breathed against the side of my face.

My stomach twisted into a million knots upon hearing his statement. My eyes widened in utter fear and my breathing grew rapid. I knew, far too well, he could make me do or say anything his black heart desired. Every single depraved, dirty act he could think of.

"But," He added after an unbearably long silence, "I have astrong feeling that in the very near future you'll be nothing but agreeable. No compulsion necessary."

Anger struck me immediately, hearing his arrogant prediction and I turned toward him to argue and froze instantly as his hypnotizing eyes trapped me and pulled me into a daze.

"That doesn't mean I don't want to play." A wicked smile curled across his lips.

I peered back into his eyes, feeling him grip one of my wrists tightly and he carefully led my hand down my bare stomach as he went on, "You're going to follow my demands and get yourself off."

Once he broke off the trance, I slowly slipped my hand inside my panties as he continued to hold me against him, lowering his eyes to watch. My mind was screaming at my body to stop, but I had completely lost control.

"Slowly." He ordered just above a whisper.

I ran one of my fingers lightly along my slit. I could feel him pressing right up against me through the thin material of my panties. I grew wetter as I dipped a finger inside myself, moving at an unhurried, steady pace.

"Use two fingers." He instructed, sliding one of his hands under my thigh, spreading me wider.

A quiet moan sounded from my throat as I added a second finger, carefully stretching myself out as I moved them in and out of my snug wet walls.

"Faster." His tone was growing slightly raspy.

I sped up my pace, immediately releasing a low moan of pleasure. I gasped as he suddenly knocked me back along the vanity, ramming my back against the giant mirror mounted on the wall.

He roughly pulled my legs around his hips, pressing himself harshly against me as I thrust my fingers inside my hot, wet, center. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back against the mirror as waves of pleasure began to roll through every inch of me. He buried his face into the side of my neck, inhaling deeply as blissful moans spilled from my lips, one after another.

"You smell fucking amazing." He growled hotly against the tender skin along my neck.

I gasped as he gripped my wrist and forcefully pulled my hand from my panties. He lifted his face from the crook of my neck and glided his tongue up my fingers.

"You taste even better."

I was panting now as he continued his firm hold on my wrist. I was aching with carnal need. He guided my hand back inside my panties and slipped his other hand into my tangled hair, grabbing a handful of it.

I dipped my fingers back inside my trembling body, moving them upwards, circling and flicking at my nub.

He yanked at my hair, arching my head back and he hissed, "Can you honestly tell me you don't want to feel me inside you?"

My mouth gaped open as I attempted to form some kind of response, but was cut off as Damon snuck his fingers inside my panties, cradling my hand with his. Frenzied cries exploded from my lips as he moved my hand for me, driving my fingers inside me harder, deeper and faster.

With my free hand I clutched the front of his shirt, hanging on tightly as my body convulsed in ecstasy. I could feel my stomach quivering and my skin growing warmer as my walls began to hug my fingers.

"You're going to give in to me." He whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe.

I squeezed my eyes shut, as he urged my hand faster and faster, just shy of inhuman speed.

"I'm going to make you scream." He promised fiendishly.

One final cry of passion erupted from my lips as my release hit me hard, soaring and pulsating through every part of my body. I immediately slumped back against the mirror fighting to catch my breath as my body began to grow pleasantly numb. I had never felt anything quite like it, he had barely even touched me and I was already craving more.

I felt him slowly slide his hand from between my legs, and he subtly glided his fingertips along the top of one of my shuddering thighs. I kept my eyes closed as all my rational thoughts began to reappear in my head.

What had I done? What's stopping him from using me anyway he pleased, now?

Chills ran through my body, feeling his fingertips move along the insides of my thighs. My eyes shot open and I quickly moved out of his reach. I bounded off of the vanity in the direction of the door and wrapped the torn shirt around my body.

He chuckled quietly to himself as he made his way towards the door. He paused as he neared me, slightly leaning in, and in a sing-song voice he informed me, "It's only a matter of time."


Taste me, drink my soul

Show me all the things that I shouldn't know

And there's a new moon on the rise.

I had everything, opportunities for eternity

And I could belong to the night

Your eyes, your eyes

I can see in your eyes, your eyes

Everything in your eyes, your eyes

The Pretty Reckless - Make Me Wanna Die