What can I say? I have a thing for Damon in captivity. This story is still in progress, but the first ten or so chapters are complete. It'll be shorter than TUBG, but will probably have the same amount of chapters. I intend to update it every Tuesday. I'm also planning a sequel. I hope you guys enjoy!

Vampires had been discovered a century ago. A few dozen humans had found them and outed them to the rest of the world. The next several decades were spent trying to exterminate them, but no matter how hard the humans tried, they couldn't seem to rid the world of the infestation. In the 1980's, a group of humans had gotten together to try to figure out a way to get the vampires under control. A council was created in order to handle human-vampire relations. They knew vervain was a weakness, so they started distributing it to as many humans as they could. Vampires were caught and captured, and some of the people on the council came up with the idea of making them pets, keeping them under the watchful eye of their humans. They couldn't reproduce, so there was no concern of humans getting pregnant by them if they used them for sex, which became quite common. The council agreed to this and decided that a small amount of human blood per day could be provided to a vampire pet, enough to keep them from desiccating and strong enough for their duties.

Damon Salvatore had been on the run since the council had mandated that vampires were to be rounded up. Don't get him wrong, he loved a good romp as much as anyone, but he had no desire to be at a human's beck and call, to have to please them and do whatever they said. He would rather burn up in the sun then be forced to be a human's bitch. Still, after thirty years, he was starting to get sloppy. They were closer on his trail than they ever had been. He knew how close when the vervain rope lassoed itself around his neck, burning him and causing him to scream. Someone came up behind him and twisted his head, breaking his neck and knocking him out.

When he woke up, he could hear water dripping. It took a few minutes for him to get his bearings, and he realized that he was locked in a cell. He got up and went over to the bars, looking out. There was a whole line of cells, all with miserable-looking vampires inside. He decided to test the bars, and sure enough, they were covered in vervain. He hissed and took his hands off, then went over to the worn-out cot.

Elena Gilbert had been an honorary member of the Council that oversaw human-vampire relations in Mystic Falls since she was sixteen. Her parents had perished in an accident and her Uncle John was nowhere to be found. She was the next Gilbert in line to take on a role on the council, and she had done so reluctantly, becoming an official member when she turned eighteen. She hadn't really wanted anything to do with vampires, but Liz Forbes and Alaric Saltzman had talked her into joining, saying that her reluctance to deal with them made her a perfect fit for the role.

Now they were pushing something else she didn't want onto her. She had refused to take any vampires for herself, but the Council wanted her to learn what they were like face to face and how to handle them. Despite her protests, they had told her that they had a vampire that they wanted to give to her. Sometimes it felt as if they let her have no life, no choice of her own. It was as if the council came above all else. She knew they believed they did.

"We've finally caught Damon Salvatore," Liz said excitedly. "I think he'd be good for Elena. My Caroline already has his brother."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I have no interest in keeping a vampire?" Elena tried to protest.

"Elena, this is a necessity. You need to learn how to handle them, and the best way to do that is the hands-on approach," Ric replied.

"Fine," she huffed. "But don't expect me to like this."

"Looks like you got lucky, Salvatore. A human already took interest in you," one of the guards said as he approached his cell. Damon had been there for several days now, and they had subjected him to different kinds of torture while he was under their care. He felt relief, knowing that if his stay had been long enough, that these people could rival the Augustine Society. He had heard horror stories from other vampires throughout the years, ones who had somehow managed to get free. He was glad that Ric's plan had been set in motion this quickly.

He got up from his cot, walking over to the bars. His new caretaker was being escorted by the guard, and he wanted to get a good look at her. When his eyes fell on her, they widened in shock.

"Katherine," he breathed.

"No, I'm Elena."

"Elena," he repeated. She was a dead ringer for Katherine, with her brown hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. He knew she was a doppelganger, but still, the resemblance was eerie. He looked down at her, a disarming smile on his face.

"If you resist, we'll inject you with vervain," the guard stated, showing him a needle.

He unlocked his cell, entered, and using vervain rope, started to tie his wrists. She watched in horror as burns appeared on his skin and he hissed. He then placed a muzzle on him, using a padlock to secure it in the back. Well, he thought, this was irritating. He was being treated like a vicious dog.

"Stop it," she said. "I highly doubt he's that much of threat."

She regretted that statement almost immediately. He had a dangerous look in his eyes, one that said he wanted to tear her limb from limb for daring to own him, daring to take his freedom away. The guard shook his head.

"Ric's orders," he stated. "This one can be extremely dangerous; you don't want him unsecured."

That didn't make sense to Elena. Why would The Council want her to take on a vampire that was considered deadly as her first? They were all deadly, but it sounded like this one was considered especially dangerous. She was immediately pulled from her thoughts when Damon was pushed right in front of her. Even with a muzzle on and his wrists secured behind his back, she found him intimidating, and she knew he could tell.

What a sadistic prick, he grinned to himself. Ric was playing this well, and he understood that they had make it look genuine. The vervain burned like a bitch, and he silently cursed his old buddy. He was led out to her car by a vervain rope that was noosed around his neck. Opening the door, she helped him in, then got in the driver's seat. The entire way home, he kept his eyes on her, trying to make her feel as uncomfortable as he possibly could. He knew he was succeeding when she shifted in her seat a few times.

"Here it is," she said softly as they pulled up to a large white house. Damon looked up and immediately recognized where they were. That was the Gilbert house.

Elena came around to his side and opened the door, grabbing the lead to the rope that was tied around his neck and using it to coax him into the house, remembering to invite him in at the threshold. Bonnie had already been by to put a sealing spell up so that he would be unable to leave once he was inside. She was grateful to have a witch friend who could help her with such an awkward situation.

Bonnie was another one that didn't like vampires, but also wanted nothing to do with keeping them. When she had asked Elena why she had agreed to this, she had told her that she had no choice. The Council had forced it on her, and they had told her that they wanted her to take Damon Salvatore. She hadn't known the name, but Bonnie did, and she had been able to tell that her best friend was worried for her.

She led him into the house and removed the vervain ropes from his neck and wrists. He continued to watch her, making her feel more and more like she was on show with each passing moment. Finally, she took the key out and unlocked the padlock, then removed the muzzle. He was immediately grinning at her, and she found it alarming. The veins below his eyes popped as he smelled her blood and the whites of his eyes turned red. He was upon her in a blink, sinking his teeth into her neck, only to pull them out with a cry of pain.

"Are you stupid?" she asked as she held her neck in pain. "Don't you know most humans ingest vervain?"

"I do now," he replied, slightly hoarse from his throat having been burned. "Bitch!"

"You attacked me!"

"You deserved it!"

"For what!? What did I do!?"

"You know exactly what you did," he replied with a sneer.

"No, I really don't, so please, enlighten me."

"You're trying to take away my freedom, which I very much happen to like!"

"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes. "Like I wanted this!"

"You…! Wait. What?"

"I didn't want anything to do with keeping a vampire. The Council didn't give me a say in the matter!"

Damon looked taken aback at that. He knew that this was part of Ric's plan, but he had assumed that all humans were the same, that they were all looking to turn vampires into their own personal pets. This was a development he hadn't foreseen, and he suddenly found himself curious. This human didn't want a vampire of her own?

"Like I'm going to believe that," he replied, rolling his eyes as he rounded on her. She backed into the kitchen and grabbed a marble rolling pin. He raised an eyebrow at her, then smirked.

"Don't you know anything little girl?"

"I'm not a little girl," she yelled as she swung the rolling pin and missed, hitting a cabinet.

"I best be on my way. No time for childish games!"

He flashed to the front door, but let out a very convincing groan, pretending he didn't know he had been sealed in. He knew that was standard practice for humans who took on vampires, and it wasn't surprising that she would have taken extra precautions. He knew that Ric and Liz had made sure she was aware of how dangerous he could be.

"You're wasting your time," she called from the kitchen.

"Well, I could just snap your neck," he replied as he flashed back into the kitchen and cornered her once more.

"Go for it," Elena replied with a shrug. "But if you do, the Council will kill you and Stefan."

"Like I care. Better dead than in the service of a human," he said as he reached up, putting two hands on her pretty face. He could see the fear in her eyes, but there was also defiance. She was daring him to do it, and he was oh so tempted. However, he stopped, putting his hands down and glaring at her.

"Let me go," he said through gritted teeth.

"Look Mr. Salvatore, I'd like nothing more than to do so, but the Council has already made it perfectly clear that I'm to keep you alive and in my house. There's more at stake than just your life if I don't obey."

Mr. Salvatore? What kind of fucking human was this girl?

"The house has plenty of rooms. Here, follow me," she said as she headed for the staircase and ascended the stairs. Damon folded his arms and watched her from the kitchen. She looked back at him and shrugged, continuing up to the top. When she was one step from the landing, he flashed right in front of her and she lost her footing, falling backwards. Damon was behind her in an instant, and he caught her.

"Huh, didn't think you had it in you," she said with a relieved sigh.

"You should be more careful clumsy," he replied. Once she was steady on her feet, he flashed back to the landing and waited for her. She met him up there and opened the door to the guest bedroom.

"This is where you'll sleep," Elena said as she gestured at the doorway. He looked at the room, then at her.

"You don't want me sleeping in your bed?"

"Goodness, no! I like my privacy, thank you. My bedroom is over here. Please stay out of it."

He grinned, armed now with a way to annoy her. She opened the door, gesturing to her room. It had been a long night. She had no idea how she was going to handle having a vampire in the house. She had never thought that she would be stuck in a situation like this, and she was still rather unhappy about being forced into it.

"I'm going to bed," she said, yawning as if on cue. She waved to him and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door.

Damon watched as she took her leave, then looked at the guest bedroom. He thought for a bit about this sudden turn of events, and he had to admit that he was a little curious. He knew he couldn't snap her neck, and he had caught her when she started to fall down the stairs so she wouldn't get hurt. Still, even though it was part of the plan, he was angry about being stuck here like a prisoner, sealed into the house. There was no way that he was going to make this easy on her.

That's the chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to let me know what you think with a review.