Salvatore's Little doll

Chapter 3

         Hours pass, or what feels like it, before my body is ready to move again. I slowly make my way off the bed, wincing at the pain that runs through my legs as I stand. The pain becomes more tolerable the longer I walk around the room. Am I still in Virginia? Trying to find a way out will be hard otherwise. No, I can't escape, it's not worth the risk of getting caught. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so defeated, like I can't even try to get away? There must be a way to stop this, stop everything.

   The door is open, calling to me to go out of it, to see where I am. I walk out of the bedroom and find myself in a hallway. The decor and design looks expensive, old. Whoever lives here either has expensive taste, or this house was untouched throughout the years. I run my hand along the wall, admiring the paintings that adorn it and the high ceiling above me. I reach the end of the hallway and find myself in what appears to me a living room. First things first, I need to find my phone.

    I look around me to see if there is anywhere obvious to look first. A desk in the corner of my eye catches my attention. My eyes frantically look through the drawers as fast as my hands can pull them open. I sigh as I check the last drawer, nothing. Forget it. My phone is probably long gone, any smart kidnapper would've smashed it immediately. Well, there must be a phone here somewhere. A house this big, the owners definitely have the money for one. Damon mentioned being rich, I didn't assume he meant like this. I make my way towards the large stairway, beside the hallway I came from, and start heading up the stairs.

    The upstairs is just as beautiful as downstairs, this place feels stuck in time, never aging. The door to the left is cracked open, I walk in and a bedroom welcomes me. It's oddly cozy, the walls are wooden, with log beams overhead. That paired with the interior design gives the space a cabin, rustic feel. While not my personal taste, I can appreciate the vision being executed. Near the bed is a small table, covered with all sorts of knickknacks. I walk over to the table and look around, not really paying attention to contents until I see a journal. I pick it up and flip through the pages absentmindedly, then place it back down. Buzz.

    My head snaps up at the sound, frantically looking around the room. Boom. The nightstand beside the bed, a phone. I rush over, nearly tripping over my own feet, grabbing the phone excitedly. Adrenaline rushes through me as I fumble to turn it on and call for help. My heart pounds in my chest, is this really it? I finally got a stroke of luck in this nightmare. I scroll through the apps, trying to find the phone, it feels like forever. Found it. My fingers start dialing 911, ready for this to be over.

   "Can I help you?" No. No no no. Fuck, I blew my chance. He found me, that's it, I'm going to die. I freeze, unable to press the call button, I feel my lungs trying to breathe but my body wouldn't allow it. I'm shaking, on the verge of sobbing from fear. Finally, I can turn my head to meet the voice that came from the door. To my surprise, it wasn't Damon.

   He was around the same height as Damon, but slightly shorter. Their builds were also similar, maybe a little more toned. His hair is shorter on the sides, little longer at the top. A light brown color that was perfectly messy and neat at the same time. I catch myself staring into his strikingly deep green eyes, almost a Hazel. His eyes stared back into mine, something hidden behind them, but the energy was different from Damon's. He seems so mysterious, like Damon, but at the same time like an open book. Another difference between the two is the age. While very similar, Damon seems to be a little older than this man. One thing is for certain, if he is related to Damon, then good looks run in the family.

   The mystery man starts walking towards me and a sob escapes my mouth.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to cause any trouble I promise! I will leave this room and won't come back. Please don't hurt me!" I wail, unable to control myself. I shouldn't have attempted something so stupid, who would leave their phone unattended like this for so long? My feet give out from me when I try to back away, I fall to the ground and the phone flies from my hand. The man picks up the phone from the ground, looking at the unfinished call I was about to make.

    Confusion is written all over his face, he looks back down at me, perplexed. He puts the phone down and cautiously approaches me. Almost immediately, he starts trying to calm me down.
"Hey, you're okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just confused why you were on my phone, in my room. Who are you, and why are you here?" Genuine concern covers his eyes, yet for some reason I still feel like prey against its predator.

    That's when I realize it. I didn't have the urge to tell him my name, to tell him why I'm here. He didn't use whatever Damon used on me, and that almost makes me trust him for it. Relief washes over me as I realize I'm not going to get killed for trying to call for help. That relief is short lived as the tears I subconsciously held in come to the surface. I can't stop them from falling, it doesn't matter if he isn't like Damon, I'm still trapped in this hell. It takes a while, but eventually I regain my composure and am able to answer his questions.

    "My name is Y/N, and I don't know why I'm here. All I know is that I woke up in some basement, and then in a bedroom. The only thing connected to both of those is some guy named Damon, who can somehow force me to do things when he looks in my eyes. I'm scared and I just want to go home. Please, you have to help me!" I plead with the mystery man, searching in his eyes for sympathy.

    The man looks at me with more confusion, but there isn't a sign of him being shocked it surprised. A knot forms in my throat at the idea of this being normal and expected behavior from Damon. If this isn't far fetched to him, then he probably can't save me, or want to for that matter. In fact, he is probably faking the feeling of concern, maybe it's some sick game of 'Good-Cop, Bad-Cop'.

    "Damon compelled you? Is that how you got here? Look, everything is going to be okay. Damon isn't here right now, so you can leave without being afraid. Don't worry, I can erase your memory of this, you won't have to remember this happening." He starts helping me up, heading for the door with me beside him.

     "No! Please don't do what he does! I don't know what it is, but I don't like it. I don't remember what he says, just that I have this feeling to follow what he said. And, he didn't 'compell' me to come here. He said he had been stalking me and kidnapped me. Also, I can't leave, he told me not to. Wait! You can do what he can right? So just tell me to leave like he told me not to!" Hope prominent in my eyes, yearning for freedom

    He looks at me with pity and sighs.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I really wish I could but it doesn't work for that way with Compulsion. If it did, it still wouldn't work because I'm weaker than him. My compulsion can fail easily, becoming useless." Buzz. His phone goes off again. He opens it up and reads something off his phone before looking at me with something I can't place my finger on. 
"Listen, I have to go now, my friend Elena needs my help now. I promise I will be back soon to help figure this out with you. Damon and I will talk about this, I can assure you."

    As he is going to leave, I call out to him.
"Wait! Can you at least tell me who you are? Where am I? How do you know Damon?" He turns back around, muttering a quick apology for his rudeness.
"I am Stefan, and this is the Salvatore Manor. As for how I know Damon, unfortunately he is my older brother. I really must go now, I'm sorry. Have a good night, Y/N."

    Silence fills the surrounding area once he is gone. I really hope he is right and this can end in me going home. But something apart of me tells me something different, that part tells me that this is only the beginning. As I sit on the bed and let realization spin through my mind, one thing jumps out at me. Stefan is Damon's brother. So that would make him a Salvatore, is he the reason Damon said that I could only leave with a Salvatore around me? Part of me wants to know, but the other never wants to find out.

   Eventually, I leave the bedroom and head down the grand staircase, back towards the hallway I admired earlier. I run my hand along the same wall, this time at a slower pace. Once reaching the room I awoke in, I lay in the bed and stare off into the ceiling. This house is huge, but I don't have the energy to explore it. All I want to do is curl up under the blankets and wish for them to be my blankets, in my bed at home. But I'm not home, I'm here. Stefan said he will be back soon, and I don't feel like dealing with any of this right now. I crawl up into a ball and close my eyes, begging for sleep to come over me.