originally written by : SuchALittleMonster on FanFiction.net

I was alive. At least... I think. My eyes stayed tightly shut. Laying quietly I took a couple deep breaths. Breathing in the air around me, I replayed what had happened in my head. It still didn't seem real. Was it real?

I slowly opened my eyes and was instantly met by the sunlight shining in through the window. I could feel the warmth on my skin, I was deeply relaxed and comfortable. I always felt this way waking up next to Stefan in the morning. We would lay in bed for hours upon hours, wide awake, but silent. Neither one of us ever had to say a single thing... and we were happy.

I lifted my head off the pillow and glanced down at the strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt his cool chest pressed against my bare back, it sent chills up and down my spine. I laid my head back down against the pillow when I heard him stir behind me. Then I felt him pulling me up against his body, as close as we could be. He laid his head up against the side of mine and rested his chin on my shoulder and inhaled deeply.

"Are you awake sweetheart?" He whispered.

I hesitated for a moment, then glanced over my shoulder, coming face to face with Damon. His face was void of emotion, sometimes he was one of the hardest people to read. I really had no idea what was going through his head.

I took a minute to process my thoughts and managed to smile weakly in his direction and nod. My body began to trembling as he placed soft kisses on my neck, breathing in my scent. I rolled over in his direction until our bodies were comfortably pressed against each other. I ran my fingers along the side of his face and pulled him in for a deep kiss. His hands moved up to the sides of my face and he kissed me harder, devouring my lips with his mouth. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and soon had me gasping for air. Our lips parted and he pressed his forehead against mine and stared down at me.

"I knew you'd see it my way..." He breathed proudly, smiling. "Are you mad at me?"

I stared back at him and chuckled shaking my head, "How could I be mad at you? I had no idea what I was missing..."

I watched as he moved his fingers up to my neck and ran his finger tips over the bite mark he left me. "I got you good, huh?"

"Damon, shut up!" I yelled smacking him, "You're so mean!"

He flashed me a grin and leaned in for another kiss. I playfully pushed him back and added, "You know... I don't feel so good right now. I haven't had anything to eat or drink for almost 24 hours. Will you get me something?"

"Ah... I knew I forgot about something." He grinned giving me a quick kiss, "I'll be right back."

I watched him as he jumped out of bed, pulled on some pants and left the room, shutting the door behind him. The smile I had kept plastered on my face instantly disappeared. I climbed out of bed, wincing as I felt my bones aching with every movement I made. I felt like death. I threw on a nightgown that was laying at the foot of the bed, Damon must have put it there for me. I pushed my hair back out of my face began pacing back and forth in the room. I had so much built up rage I just wanted to scream.

Fucking MONSTER! I cursed him in my head. Talk about an unstable psychotic asshole! I had never physically hated someone so much in my entire life.

You need a plan, I told myself. Get your shit together and do something about it. Get your revenge.

I examined the room looking for something... anything. My eyes landed on a giant wooden framed painting hanging from the wall, just barely peeking out from behind the open closet door. I hurried over to it, pushed the door out of the way and ripped it off the wall dropping it to my feet. He'd be back with food any second and I wouldn't have this chance again. I had to move quickly. I pried the painting apart until all that was left attached was the rectangular wooden frame. I stepped on the bottom of the frame and pulled the top up towards me, it snapped apart instantly. I looked at my makeshift stake and felt safer instantly. It's sharp and it's wooden, it'll work. I heard footsteps in the hallway and I pushed the trashed painting into the closet and I dove back into the bed pulling the sheets up, making sure to keep my stake out of sight.

The door popped open and Damon made his way across the room to me. He handed me a plate full of food and a glass of water. I took a sip of water and stared up at him. He watched in confusion as I set the plate and glass down on the nightstand.

"I thought you were hungry?" He questioned me.

"I am..." I said quietly as a grin crept across my face.

I laid back on my elbows and spread my legs just a little bit, and I stared up at him innocently. Damon raised his eyebrow and looked me up and down, he was speechless.

"Don't you want me, Damon?" I asked in a pouty tone.

I watched as his eyes went from my legs, to my chest, to my neck and finally his gaze met mine. His expression was hypnotic. He wasn't even compelling me and he had me in some kind of trance. His eyes stayed locked on mine and he crawled onto the bed and before I realized it his face was inches from mine.

"Want you?" He finally broke the deafening silence, "You're mine."

I felt so small and powerless lying there underneath him. He was the most intimidating and dangerous person I'd ever met and he stared at me like a predator would it's prey. Without warning, his hand shot up between my thighs, and his fingers instantly penetrated me. A whimper passed my lips, his expression remained the same. His stare never faltered.

"This... is mine. And you belong to me."

My breath caught in my throat as he teased me with his fingers. I pushed my hips upwards and he responded by playfully nipping at my lips. His fangs peeked out from under his upper lip which sent cold chills through my body.

"Mmmm.." I moaned up at him, innocently turning my neck up in his direction.

I trailed my fingers down the front of his cold bare chest and kept going. I hesitated for a moment when I reached his pants and then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. I slipped my hand inside and curled my fingers around him. He was hard as a rock. I moved my fingers lightly up and down his shaft, teasing him back.

"Do you even understand how hard I'm going to fuck you?" His eyes narrowed and he pressed me hard against the bed.

"Not hard enough." I hissed back at him, surprising myself with my own words.

In a matter of seconds Damon pushed himself off the bed and he pulled me up to stand with him. His hands were like vice grips around my forearms. I tried to pull my arms loose, but quickly realized it was impossible. He shook he a few times to get me to stop struggling, almost picking me up off the ground. I cried out as he quickly spun me around to face the bed and pushed me towards it.

"Get on your hands and knees." He demanded.

I reluctantly knelt on top of the bed and ran my fingers under the the sheets as I crawled forward. I felt my hand nudge the wooden stake and stopped crawling. I gripped it tightly in my hand and turned my head to look back at Damon, who had already crept up on the bed behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him closely. He was right up against me now. I clutched the stake so hard I could feel tiny slivers piercing my skin.

He ran his hand down to his pants and started to push them down. It was now or never. I spun around to face him and rammed the stake into his chest as fast and as hard as I could. Damon screamed, his eyes wide with rage and anger and most of all surprise. He grabbed the stake in his hands and stumbled backwards off the bed. He collapsed on the floor and writhed around groaning in pain and gasping to catch his breath. I crawled off the bed and stood over him. He would be dead any minute.

"I hope it hurts like hell." I said coldly. "I'm not yours and now I never will be."

I watched as his hands shook violently and blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. He sucked in deep breaths over and over again, tears appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I have to tell you something.." His words came out in a painful whisper.

"Oh yeah, Damon?" I leaned down closer to his face. He gasped and tipped his head back against the floor. "And what's that..?"

I watched as he slowly pulled the stake out of his chest and his eyes met mine, "You're a horrible aim, Elena."