Sinful
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Sarah: just an idea I've been toying with off and on for quite some time now. I've finally decided to write it up and see where it goes. My muse has been bugging me for a couple days before starting this and I'm beginning to suspect that this idea is why she came back from her much-too-long vacation. I hope everyone enjoys.

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! PLEASE READ!
Yes, this is yet another alternate universe. And yet again, this AU from the show's timeline starts in 1x11 "Bloodlines". Also known as the episode in which Damon and Elena go to Georgia on their first road trip together. But in this AU twist, Elena finds the picture of Katherine before she climbs in bed with Stefan, as you'll see in the prologue. So in the beginning of the story, Elena is a virgin. But Damon's not going to let her keep that status for long.

WARNINGS
If you are a fan of my other fanfics, I'm sure you'll understand why this one is also rated M. Mature readers only, please. Also be aware that like many of my recent stories, this one will be told alternatively from Damon's and Elena's perspectives.

SUMMARY
What if Elena had found the picture of Katherine before she climbed into bed with Stefan? What if he had been in the room when she found it? And what if, despite these twists, Damon still ends up rescuing her from a crash she is in after fleeing from the boarding house? What then? Damon/Elena

Prologue

"I'm thirsty," I tell Stefan after another long, slow kiss.

"I'll get you some water," he says. "Wait here."

I nod and he leaves his room. Only moments after he leaves, though, I realize that I am alone in Stefan Salvatore's room for the first time. What a perfect opportunity to snoop around. I rise up off his bed and look around his room, wondering where to start. Then I spy his desk and decide to start there. As I get close, however, I notice there's an ancient picture on it. I frown and finish closing the distance to pick it up.

I frown in confusion when the picture seems to be of me. But I loathe curling my hair. And I swear that I have never worn a dress like that in my life. Besides, I don't think the kind of camera that takes this kind of picture is available now. That's when I realize the picture is labeled at the bottom. I gasp in horror when I read it: Katherine, 1864. So that's Katherine. That's what Stefan has been hiding by refusing to talk about her. That's what Damon meant when he said her beauty is a lot like mine.

I feel tears filling my eyes and ruthlessly shove them back down. I need to confront Stefan about this. I need to know why he hid this from me. "Elena?" he says softly from behind me. "What are you doing?"

I turn slowly, the picture held tightly in my fist. I'm holding it at an angle where he can see precisely what I'm holding. He inhales sharply. I shake my head slowly, staring at him with mingled shock, horror, and betrayal. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask brokenly. Merely speaking releases the floodgates and tears start pouring down my cheeks.

"Elena, let me explain," he says quickly, taking a step towards me.

"DON'T COME NEAR ME!' I scream. I crumble the picture up and toss it to the side before ripping off the necklace he gave me. "I TRUSTED YOU!" I cry out, throwing the necklace aside and rushing past him, sobs wrenching from my throat.

I take him so much by surprise that I manage to make it all the way to my car. I climb in and fumble the key into the ignition. As I'm pulling my car in a tight circle in the yard, my headlights flash over Stefan, standing on the patio and trying to flag me down. I ignore him and pull down the long drive leading from the boarding house to the road as fast as I dare. As soon as I'm on the road, I slam the accelerator all the way to the floorboard despite being nearly blinded by my tears of grief and heartache.

For all the pain I'm in, I send up a prayer of gratitude that I had found that blasted picture before what the evening had been leading up to occurred. I came so close to giving him my virginity tonight. Thank God I found that picture with my virginity still intact. I brush my arm over my eyes to try to slow the tears. When I next see the road, I cry out and slam on the brake. Someone wearing a hoodie is standing in the middle of the road! The tires screech as I try to get my car to stop before I hit them. But it's too late. I slam into them at a high velocity. The force of the impact sends them flying into the air while causing my car to roll end over end.

The rolling ends with my car on its roof. I'm covered with cuts and bits of glass from where the windshield and driver's window had shattered. I look forlornly toward the crumpled body. I killed someone. Dear God, I killed someone!

Only I didn't. The broken limbs start straightening themselves out and I scream because that can only mean one thing: the person I hit is a vampire and is going to make me into a meal or even kill me. I fumble with my seatbelt but it's stuck. I try to push on the door but it's stuck too. My blood is rushing to my head because I'm stuck in this upside-down position. I glance towards where the vampire is and see boots making their way toward me. They stop just outside my window. I scream again and turn away.

Suddenly … "You okay in there?"

I know that voice! I turn to see Damon laying on the ground and staring at me. "Damon?" I ask brokenly.

"You're stuck," he realizes before getting to his feet.

I can tell he's trying to stretch the frame of my car. "It's my seatbelt I can't …," I say helplessly.

Suddenly he's lying back down. "Shh, shh," he says softly. "I'll get you out. Now put your hands on the roof." I obey. "Just like that." He grabs the contraption holding my seatbelt to the side of the car. "On three," he says. "One. Two. Three." At three, he yanks the contraption free from the car and I tumble down onto the roof. Damon carefully gets me out of there, standing up with me in his arms. "Are you okay?" he asks. I don't know how to answer that. "Is anything broken?" he tries again. I'm pretty sure that's a negative so I shake my head. He gently lowers me to my feet and tries to steady me but I know the shock of the whole evening is catching up to me fast and I'm going to faint any minute now. As it is, I can't even stand. Damon catches me. "You're fading fast," he says. "Elena, look at me. Focus. Look at me," he says.

I look into his concerned blue eyes and sob, "I look like her." I barely catch the confusion on his face before I pull the complete damsel-in-distress in his arms and faint.

Damon

I grab onto Elena as she faints. Four little words and the completely shattered expression in her eyes tell me precisely why she was speeding from the boarding house. I think over my options. I had every intention of going to Georgia to see if Bree can give me an alternative way into the tomb when I heard the noise of the crash. At first, I thought I had been lucky with being granted a free meal. But upon recognizing Elena's SUV and realizing that a vampire had caused her crash, all thought processes fled and the need to save her took over.

Okay, so my options now are few. Option One: return her to Stefan. But I can't do that, not when she made it crystal clear that he had shattered her heart. Option Two: take her to the Gilbert house. Not exactly viable considering Stefan will only track her down there before she is ready to face him again. So that leaves Option Three: take her to Georgia with me and get her away from her problems so she can clear her head.

I sigh and check her over for any serious injuries. I find countless cuts from the shattered windows of her car, serious bruising from where her seatbelt held her in place while her car rolled end over end, and there's probably some internal damage. Just as a precaution, I bite open my wrist and press it to her mouth, stroking her throat to get her unconscious body to swallow my blood. I don't give her a lot, mind you, just enough to ensure she won't be in too much pain when she wakes up. After that, I carry her to the side of the road and rest her in the grass before using my vampire strength to drag her car off the road. Then I pick her up in my arms and carry her bridal style all the way to where I parked my car. I gently buckle her in the passenger seat and transfer her phone from her back pocket to mine. Then I vamp around the hood of the Camaro and climb in the driver's seat.

I glance at her sympathetically. "You are such a danger magnet," I tell her. "Don't worry, though, Elena. I'll protect you."

With that, I start the Camaro and begin making the long drive to Georgia, my thoughts in a whirlwind about the way everything in me, even my inner vampire, reacts around this fragile human girl.