Chapter 5 Anger

A/N: No this story is not dead. I've just been busy with my other Vampire Diaries stories, as you can see. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I will try to update more frequency.

Miranda smiled as she walked into the restaurant with Brad. It was a really fancy place, full of nicely dressed people and good looking table cloths. The smell of the food was mouth watering. She held Brad's hand in hers as they walked to their table where they would be seated. So far it looked like it wasn't a full house so they would get served very quickly. Brad smiled as he leaned across the table. "What do you say we go back to my place tonight?"

Miranda shifted around in her seat. "I thought we were just going to dinner."

"Well yeah, but we can't just go back to my place and hang out?"

Miranda sighed. "Well, ok. But just for a little bit. I don't want my uncle to worry."

Brad nodded as the waiter gave them their drinks. "I'll be right out with your food."

Miranda sipped on her Coke while Brad drank his Pepsi. "So what are you getting?"

Miranda set her menu down on the table. "I guess I'll get the Calamari. You?"

"I'll get the fried fish and fries."

Miranda nodded, smiling at him. "This is a really nice place. How did you afford it?"

The waiter came back and asked for their orders. After he wrote everything down and walked away, Brad began talking. "My parents have alot of money so they lend me some of theirs."

Miranda nodded, watching as the waiter bring their food to them and set it down. After they finished eating, Brad paid the bill and they left. "So where are we going?" Miranda asked as Brad sped down the highway.

"We're going to this little apartment that I rented for us."

Miranda eyes widened. "I thought you said we were going to your house?"

Brad smirked. "I thought about it but then thought that we should spend the night with just the two of us."

Miranda looked around nervously. "I really need to be home. Damon will be-"

Her breath got caught in her throat as he pulled out a pocket knife and held it close to her throat. "We are going to do this my way. Understand?"

Miranda nodded timidly, too afraid to speak. Soon, they pulled up to the apartment and it took everything in Miranda not to turn away at the site. The apartment was old and run down, grass was badly cut up on the front entrance and the windows were dirty. As they walked in, Miranda could see that the inside wasn't much better. Spilled drinks stained the carpet and the walls looked worn out.

Once Brad got the room key, he lightly pulled Miranda with him and walked into the room. After taking his luggage from the cart and shutting the door, he turned back to Miranda with an evil smile on his face. Miranda slowly started to back away but Brad was faster. He grabbed her by the wrists and threw her on the springy mattress. Miranda cried out in pain as her head hit the headboard. Brad grinned. "Let the games begin."

Miranda cried quietly as Brad straddled her legs and kissed her roughly, forcing her mouth open and sticking his tongue inside of her. Miranda could feel her eyes turning red and fangs lengthen, but she held them back. As much as she wanted to kill Brad right now, she didn't want to expose her secret and risk the chance of someone walking in on them. Brad smiled as he pulled away and softly ran his fingers down Miranda's wet face. "What's wrong baby? Don't tell me that you don't want this?"

"Go to hell." Miranda breathed out, her eyes returned to normal and her fangs disappeared.

Anger flashed across Brad's face and Miranda's cheek burned from the hard slap he delivered. "Don't you talk to me that way you filthy slut!"

Miranda closed her eyes as Brad violated her once again, slowly removing her garments and discarding them to the floor. Miranda tried to stop him using her human strength but Brad was too strong for her. The only way she could beat him was to use her vampire strength and she couldn't do that. She couldn't risk the chance of her killing him and even if she used compulsion it might not work. She wasn't as strong as Damon or her dad yet. Do it.

Miranda gasped in surprise as an angry voice spoke in her head. "What?"

I said do it. Kill him. It was Damon, speaking to her telepathically. "Say something baby?" cooed Brad as he attacked her with unloving kisses.

Miranda managed a smirk while he was exploiting her. "You poor fool."

Brad immeditiately drew back from her and bailed his hand into a fist. "Don't you speak to me like that. You treat me with respect!"

Miranda smiled as she caught Brad's hand with ease. Brad watched as Miranda closed her eyes dropped her head down. She then lifted it back up again to white daggers on both sides of her mouth and her eyes coated in red. Brad stared, mouth gaping open as Miranda pinned him to the bed and hissed viscously in his face. "You listen to me you piece of trash." She gripped his neck tighter, almost to the point of breaking it. "Don't you ever threaten me again or else I will kill you. Do you understand that you filthy human?"

Brad nodded timidly, too afraid to speak. Miranda stared at his frightened face and licked her lips as the smell of blood rushing through his body intoxicated her. "Too bad there won't be a next time." Miranda covered Brad's mouth so he couldn't scream and bit down on his throat, drinking his life away. Once she was done, Miranda looked at the now empty body of her supposed boyfriend and lit a match. The smell of rotting flesh gave Miranda a headache as she watched his body burn until there were nothing left except ashes. She grabbed a fire extinguisher and put the rest of the fire out, cleaned up the hotel room and flushed Brad's ashes down a toilet. Miranda didn't look back as she grabbed her stuff and left the hotel, going to a place where she felt safe; home.

Damon jerked his head up when he saw Miranda enter. "Have fun on your date?" The look on Miranda's face told him otherwise. "What happened?"

"Well, to put it simply, we went out to dinner, he took me back to a hotel and tried to rape me, but you told me to kill him and so I did."

Damon stared at her puzzled. "How did I tell you to kill him?"

Miranda stared at him, flabbergasted. "How do you not know? You spoke telepathically to me!"

Damon stared at her for a minute then shook his head. "Miranda, I did not speak telepathically with you. Maybe that was your mind playing tricks on you. Or it could've been your sub-conscious."

Miranda stared at him for a moment, trying to take all of this in. "So that wasn't you?"

Damon shook his head. Miranda sighed, then looked at Damon and smiled. "Maybe the voice sounded like you because you have always been there when I needed it. You have always helped me when I needed it the most."

Damon smiled slightly. "Maybe."

Miranda walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead. "Thanks for always being there for me Uncle Damon."

"No problem kid." Damon watched her ascend up the stairs, a smile grazing his features. "You know I'm always there for you, no matter how much trouble you are sometimes."

A/N: I hope that this chapter was worth the wait. Again, I'm sorry it took me so long to update!