AN: Wow, so I know I must seem crazy because I'm starting yet another story. If no one knows this, the story about Elena in the mental hospital has been put on hold. The only stories I am currently working on are Let Me In and this one. :) Wow.. Damon as a slave? BTW, I'm currently going through this WHOLE entire story and re-editing it. I think it's better now.

Elena POV I placed my hand in Ben's as I stepped out of the carriage. He smiled at me, but I knew it wasn't real. Downfall of being the niece of the richest woman in town. No one wanted to get on your bad side, so they were fake.

"Thank you." I smiled back, trying to get him to see I wasn't like my aunt.

"Enjoy your day, Miss." He added quickly before hopping into the carriage and leaving.

I sighed before walking up the pathway of assorted stones. My heels were a pain to walk in, and I preferred to go barefoot. But of course, aunt Jenna says it is unacceptable. Not to mention unladylike.

Before I could open the front door to the mansion, our doorman beat me to it.

"I told you I can open my own doors, Robert." I said, giving him a slight smile. Robert was the only one I could talk to. It's quite sad, that my only friend is the doorman.

"And I told you I would let you, if I didn't want to be fired." He winked at me.

I laughed a real laugh for a moment before one of our slaves, Cammie, approached us.

"Excuse me, Miss Elena. My apologies for interrupting, but Miss Jenna would like to see you in her office." Cammie looked sheepishly away from me. I hated slavery. I know we are all capable of making food and opening doors all by ourselves. Of course, my aunt thinks otherwise.

"Thank you, Cammie. Why don't you take a short break, it is a special day after all." I nodded at her.

"Y-yes of course. H-happy birthday, El- Miss Elena." Cammie stuttered on her words before scurrying away.

I gave a glance back at Robert before turning away and heading towards Jenna's office. I wondered what she could have possibly wanted, why it was such a surprise. Why I could even go in her office. I gladly opened the door myself and gasped. Inside was Jenna, in her normal green dress with a satisfied smile on her face. By her side was a man, only about 3 or 4 years older than me.

"Happy birthday, Darling! I know I have been secretive lately, but that is because I was arranging a surprise!" Jenna exclaimed, motioning towards the boy. He had raven hair, and his eyes were electric blue. They would not meet my own, instead they settled on the floor. His hands were trying to fiddle with each other, but his wrists were shackled together. He was dusty and dirty, and he had a few cuts on his hands. The rest was hidden underneath his shirt and trousers. But what was he doing here? Who was he? Then it hit me. Jenna had gotten me my own slave for my birthday. Disgust filled me, but sadness overwhelmed the feeling when I looked at him. He was so helpless and out of place.

"Jenna, I-" I began.

"I take it you like him then! Oh, this is just perfect! Elena, this is Damon. He is your own personal slave."

Damon. The name fit him perfectly. I don't know how he ended up being a slave. Let's face it, he was gorgeous.

"Don't worry, he is your personal slave. Personal! He can do whatever you want him to do! Make you food, bathe you, he will do whatever you'd like, with no resistance!" Jenna mused on and on.

I saw Damon tense.

"There is one thing you must do for me, though." Jenna's words caught my attention.

"And what might that be?" I asked, folding my hands together.

"He must share your bed. Remember? He is your PERSONAL slave." Jenna grinned. "I know you might not be too excited yet, but just you wait and see!"

This had caught Damon's attention as well because his head shot up. "I will not! I'd rather sleep with the rest of the slaves!" Damon blurted out.

I knew he immediately regretted it. Jenna came down hard upon his back with a whip and he yelped. Damon fell to his knees, hanging his head so no one could see his face. Angered washed over me, and pity. How dare Jenna whip him! He was my slave after all. I couldn't stand to see him hurt, even if I didn't know him.

"Do not speak unless you're spoken too, Slave!" Jenna punished.

"Thank you, Jenna! He is lovely. Now if you excuse me I will take him back to my room." I said quickly.

Damon finally looked at me. I motioned for him to follow me and he scrambled to his feet. As soon as we were out of the room I spoke.

"It's ok. I am not going to hurt you, Damon." I assured him as I ushered him down the hall.

Once we were inside my room and away from any prying ears, I sighed. It was clear Damon didn't know what to do with himself. He just stood there and let his eyes fall to the floor, again. I searched in the bottom of my drawer and found what I was looking for. A key to all the shackles we own. I quickly unlocked him, Damon rubbed his sore wrists.

"Come on. Let's get you a bath." I said and he followed me into the bathroom.

Damon's bath was quickly drawn with warm fresh water. I scrambled around for some soaps and shampoo for him.

"Here's some soap, and a little shampoo. Um, just come out when your done, or yell if you need anything." I shifted uncomfortably. "I'll be back for.. Clothes."

He didn't say anything, just nodded until I left the room. On my bed was a large off white shirt and grey soft cotton pants. They were worn out and had at least one hole in them. I'm guessing Jenna got them for Damon. I didn't have any clothes for him besides these, and I made it a priority to buy him better ones.

"M-miss Elena?" I heard Damon call out quietly. I gathered the clothes for him before returning to the bathroom. I slid the pile of clothes through the crack under the door. "Meet me in my or, our room for bed. It's late." I blushed when I realized I was sharing my room with a man.

I quickly turning on my heel and left, changing into a night-gown before climbing into bed. A few minutes later Damon emerged from the bathroom in his shabby outfit.

"I'm sorry about your clothes. I'll get you new ones later." I whispered as he hesitantly got into bed with me. Damon looked ten times more relaxed once he laid down.

"It's ok, this is the best I've ever had it." He said softly.

I began to worry about falling asleep. Everyone I'd shared a bed with was family or a friend, never a stranger, or a slave. What if I-

"Ok, look. I'm sorry if I touch you, or.. more while we're sleeping. But I can't help it, I'm.. I'm a cuddler." Damon confessed, his eyes on the mattress. I chuckled quietly to myself. We were both thinking the same thing.

"So am I." It was Damon's turn to chuckle as a real smile spread across his face. I rolled over so my back was to him and I think he did the same.

"Uh.. Goodnight." He whispered.

I smiled a smile I only did when I was joking with Robert. A real smile, just like Damon's.

"Goodnight."

Did you like it? I know some parts are awkward but what canya do?