Prophecies: The Grey

"Take me. Torture me. Kill me."

"She certainly isn't someone you want to be friends with." I hear Damon's voice linger through my head. I can still hear the threat in his voice. Finally, before I know it, we came to a stop and we are back. Back home.

But what I see isn't the house I hated before, it's now brand new. It's painted beautiful white and it looks outstanding. It looks like a whole new design. There is flowers now lined up in front of it and it is better than any house I have ever owned. "Wow." Damon said with astonish. 

"Yeah." I mumbled. 

My eyes examining every inch of the new house, my feet slowly moving closer to the beautiful door. Is this even real? How did they do this so fast? In three days? Is it even possible?

I peacefully wrap my fingers on the door knob. I smiled when the door swung open. New furniture, walls, rooms, house. New everything. I kept the smiled on my face and walked in, turning around, I hugged Damon quickly in amazement. He looked shocked, but his eyes light up and a smile came across his face as well. 

Suddenly, Damon frowned again. I looked at him in curiosity. "Do you still want a separate bedroom?" he asked not making eye contact with me anymore. 

I laughed quickly. "No, silly." I said still holding a laugh, "We can share a room. I mean, since were are together again, I can live." I stared at him and he finally turned his head to look a tme, too. He stared into my eyes for a moment and gently, and soothingly put his hand on my cheek. And I see it coming. His lips are now on mine. We were kissing again. This time I am used to it now, I mean, when I first dated him, I was okay with it, but then we broke up and when he kissed me, I backed away. I can finally enjoy his kiss again. He slowly took his lips off mine. 

"I am going to look around a bit, okay?" he says, while I nod. He turns and starts roaming the house again. 

I turned around and walked into our room. Oh, no! I see someone I thought I'd never see again. Chloe. My mouth dried up and I feel my heart starting to race. She is not someone you want to be friends with, I hear again. "Why are you here, Chloe?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down, but as tough as I could. 

Chloe finally let out a sarcastic laugh. "If I can't have Damon, you can't." she said. What does she mean, 'I can't'?  She stands up and starts to slowly get closer to me, "I can't let him get that kind of happiness. After the way he treated me, he deserves everything to come. And even if that means losing you..." What made her sound even more convincing was how slow she was talking.

"Damon!" I yell.

"Oh, silly girl. Yelling isn't going to help you at all." I stop yelling and I scowl at her. Chloe starts to talk again, "Either you die. Or he dies. Your choice, Jade." 

"Me." I say quickly without hesitating. "Take me. Torture me. Kill me. I don't care. As long as you promise Damon won’t get hurt." 

"You have my word." she said. "Wow. You must really love him." I cleared my throat and swallowed hard. "Offering even your death just for him to stay alive. But oh well, it's your choice. Come on, then." 

She grabs out duck-tape and pulls of a piece, sticking it on my mouth so I couldn't talk anymore. 

"This won't hurt a bit." she said, taking out a needle and piercing it into my skin, and suddenly, I feel like Jell-O. My eyes get droopy and I immediately hit the ground. 

~I can't remember anything after that.~

I let myself open my eyes finally. My eye sight is blurry though. Chloe is sitting on a chair in front of me and I am also on a chair. I wiggle my arms, but my hands are tied to the chair, as well as my feet. 

"Good morning, Jade." Chloe said with a mischievous smile.

There is no more duck-tape on my mouth anymore. So, if I wanted to, I can talk. I look up at her, with my face slightly down, with the grudge-like look. Scary. "Why don't you just kill me now?" I ask dryly.

She frowns and laughs slyly, "Oh well, what fun would that be if I don't see you suffer?" Rolling my eyes, I try my best to keep eye contact with her, trying to prove I am tougher than she thinks I am. I am only week when it comes to Damon's death or him being hurt. 

 She stares at my eyes, well that's what it seems like. 

"But what fun is it without Damon being able to see it? I mean, over all, that's what I want. I want Damon to see you get tortured, or there’s not much harm, am I right? I mean, hearing someone died is way easier to take in then watching them die. Please, tell me if I am wrong." she said cunning-like. She left a long pause, but I just kept quiet, "Don't think I play dumb, Jade." she said turning on a light that shone in only one spot and one spot only. Shinning to another chair with Damon sitting in it. "When I play chess, I bring all the pieces with me." 

 "Damon!" I yell loudly, and I can feel me starting to sweat. I looked back at Chloe. "You said you weren’t going to hurt him!" 

"See, that's what you don't know how to do, Jade." she said, "Acting." I rolled my eyes and looked at Damon again. He has a cloth in his mouth. But I can hear him mumbling, I can't make out all of his words, and maybe that is how it is supposed to be, but I heard him yell my name. 

It isn't so easy trying to make out mumbled words. 

Instantaneously, she hands me a pill. A plain white one. But I am not sure what it is used for. She untied the hand she put the pill in. 

"Take it." she said. I didn't do anything. I just stared at the pill wondering what it will do. "Take it!" she yelled louder walking over to Damon. Damon's head flipped forward and she let out long fangs on her teeth, grasping his neck she slowly went closer. 

"Alright!" I yelled. "Just don't bite him!" She let go of his neck and walked over to me. I threw the bean-sized pill in my mouth, Chloe handed me some water and I swallowed it, and tried taking more water because my mouth is really dry still. 

"Enough!" she yelled ripping the water out of my hands. It was just so cold and wet; it made me thrive for more. I stared at the water glass as she whipped it away. Finally, I could see Damon and he looks thirsty as well, but I can't help. He is across from me. He sits only about fifty feet away from me. Which, I wish I can be an inch away from him. I want my head to be on his chest; lying in the new house we were given. 

But I saw the first vampire. Now I know she does have some power in her. She is capable of things. Bad things...

Suddenly, I feel like my eyelids feel like they weigh a whole pound each, heavy as ever. And my feet feel glued to the floor and my head is spinning, I am dizzy. My eyes roll out of my control.

Drugs...

 I know when you take this once, you crave for more and eager takes over if you don't get any and your body craves for more. Like a Vampire thirst for blood. 

And who knows what she is going to do to Damon. I just want him to be safe. Forever, even if it means my death.

Authors Note: This is dedicated to @Thepowerofwriting because she is the one who told me to try to write stories. And, honestly, I never thought I'd get this far. With all the help of @Kenziekay for showing me this website, and @thepowerofwriting  for telling me to write. I always loved writing, but just like on a notepad or something and not technically a story. So if you like my stories, thank @thepowerofwriting for getting me this far♥ Love you, girl!