Predators and Their Prey

******A DAMON SALVATORE FAN FICTION****** I woke to a blurry and silent world. I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision. I was on a couch, in the center of a dark room. I faced an unlit fireplace and a dark brown coffee table. The room was dark and musty, the walls wooden and old. Gradually I managed to sit up, dizzying myself in the process. "Where the hell am I?" I murmured, holding my head. "The infamous little town of Mystic Falls, more specifically, my living room." Damon strolled in. "What happened?" I groaned, rubbing my aching neck. I suddenly remembered. Damon noticed me stiffen, and I could feel the smirk on his face. I slowly looked down at my hand. It was covered in blood. I fought the nausea in my stomach as I turned to face Damon. He had poured himself a glass of scotch from the array of alcohol on the table behind the couch. "I'm alive. You'd didn't kill me." I whispered cautiously. "Good observation." He raised his glass to me, "you should become a scientist." "Why?" I breathed. He paused, watching me, before crossing around the couch. He lifted my legs and slid himself underneath, laying them back down on his lap. He stroked my legs, thinking. It seemed as thought hours had passed before he finally spoke. He turned, his piercing blue eyes looking straight into my soul, and whispered. "I couldn't."