Brooke gave a piercing scream when she felt his unyielding arms envelope her, straining against the all too real tightness of his grip. She knew she couldn't get away from him, but she wasn't going to stop fighting. "Get your hands off me," she yelled, her husky voice breaking with fright. This man might look like her Damon but they were nothing alike - this man was dangerous and real, very real. This wasn't a dream; his rough grip hurt too much for it to be in her mind. But she just couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was something you heard about happening to other people. She couldn't let it happen to her. She just couldn't. "I am never going to be yours," she hissed, sinking her nails into the skin of his hands as she fought to get free.