Brooke's brow wrinkled. She had no idea what that girl - those girls, if you counted all the multiples - Elena, had to do with her and Damon, but she didn't have time to ask.
He seemed to move so fast and the motion made her feel sick, although both probably could have been put down to the alcohol she'd drunk earlier. Still, she flung her arms around his neck out of reflex and held on tightly to him, even though right now she'd quite like to be far far away from him.
Brooke's breath was knocked from her body when she fell to the mattress and she lay still, stunned, for a moment as she looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening. She didn't know where they were - it looked like some kind of abandoned warehouse - but it was too dark to make much out through the gloom.
Before she could move or make any sense of it all, Damon was on top of her, heavy and unmoving. Again, she tried her best to push against him, just to get some room to breath, but he was so strong. She couldn't make him budge even a little. "Damon," she whimpered, the scared tone to her voice answering his question for him. "What are you doing?" She was pretty sure this wasn't her Damon, but then she couldn't think why another Damon would be treating her like this. "What did I do?" she asked, wide, hazel eyes, moist with tears, gazing up at him.
She felt so conflicted. A Damon had hurt her, made her feel small and upset, but until a couple of days ago she had cared about him. Surely all the Damon's must be similar, so didn't that mean this Damon was the same - a bit of an unfeeling dick but mainly alright and fun and interesting. But this Damon terrified her. He was scary and he'd bitten her. Her blood was still on his face and her neck was throbbing where his teeth had pierced her skin. And she could feel him, against her. If she was right and she didn't even know him, he had to be insane if he thought she was going to give it up that easily!