Title: We all play our part.

Rating: G

Summery: A quick oneshot writtan for the prompt " All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players" on a LJ comment meme. I tried something a little different, let me know what you think!

It's role he's learned to play long ago. The charming (dashing really), mysterious (Who's friend is he again?) man (except, did you notice his eyes?). The years may pass, but the situations never really do. There's always a new town (though he stays clear of Virginia), a party of some sorts (birthday, new year's, even a christening that one time) and a girl (Brunette, blonde, brunette, red, brunette…he's never one to admit to a pattern).

He's patient as they tell him their stories (widowed, divorced, happily married-it never really matters) and though he would rather not listen (would rather gouge his eyes out actually) he politely nods his head, and sympathizes with their plights, because really that's all they ask of him (that and sex, and he's always had a generous heart). The same pattern over and over and over again. A hundred years later and he's perfected the role. He's the perfect man (predator, actor, death sentence) for every woman he comes across.

Except one woman (well maybe two…but it's best not to think of that), Miss Elena Gilbert. She'd been different right from the first act. She didn't find him to be a charming (just annoying), dashing (and cocky) man. Nope, he was regulated to just Stefan's brother. And that role was no fun to play (because that's the one part he has no interest in playing). Who did this girl (woman, heartbreaker, doppelganger) think she was? Just because she pretended to be all innocent (fierce), naive (he didn't buy that for a minute) and loyal (it was disgusting how she never once strayed to his side) didn't mean that he was buying it.

Nope. He saw straight through to how strong (the way she stood up to him), smart (a little too smart if you asked him…not that anyone ever did) and ballsy (She went straight to Katherine for answers. Damn.) she was. And Stefan didn't have a clue what to do with her (besides love her). So Damon tried something a little different this time. He listened for his queue (I'm sorry Damon, but I only love Stefan.), gave his final line (ripped off Klaus's head…and then set it on fire for good measure) and exited stage left.

Because he knew (hoped) that when it came time for the final curtain call, he'd have his leading lady.