AN: I own nothing and am only borrowing its characters, plots, etc.. for the fun of creating my own spin. This is my first Vampire Diaries fic. So I hope you enjoy it.

Damon was pissed. He was beyond pissed. Pissed didn't even begin to scrape the tip of the iceberg of the hatred and anger he felt at that moment. His mind could barely grip the fact that Katherine had been ripped away from him again. How could people in this God forsaken town utterly demolish his plans so effortlessly? He ended the call, punching the button with more force than necessary. His hand dropped to his side limply and he wandered off into the woods. His mind raced with alternate plans to unearth his Katherine and the other vampires that had been kept beneath the old church for far too long now. Suddenly, he heard the screech of tires against asphalt and although his vampire powers were beyond measure even this caught him off guard. Before he could move quickly out of the way the vehicle slammed against him. This just wasn't his day. He gets ambushed by a cocky newbie with wooden bullets, his newfound plan for resurrecting Katherine is ripped from his grasp and now he was lying in a broken crumpled lump in the middle of what should have been a deserted road.

Fear gripped Elena's mind. The last thing she was thinking about was the fact that she was hanging upside down from her seatbelt and had pieces of glass from the shattered window in her hair. She watched in horror as the mangled form in front of her unfolded itself from the road and began to stalk towards her. She opened her mouth and screamed.

As Damon lay on the ground the first thing that struck him was the scent of blood. He could feel the ridge forming on his forehead and the slow burn of the veins crawling beneath his eyes. His canines began their slow decent and blood lust took over. Damon no longer had a clear thought in his head. All he could think of was the sweet tangy smell of blood drifting to him from the vehicle which had flipped off the road. He could hear the person breathing shallow, hard, in fear. He liked fear. He fed on fear, it heightened the frenzy he felt tingling through his veins. He was hungry and he was going to feed.

Damon slowly stalked to the vehicle, and he could hear the soft mewling sound of the girl inside. Her fear grew stronger as he drew closer. Finally a blood curdling scream came from the depths and he smiled. He bent forward and reached inside the car trying to dislodge the girl from the seat. She fought him harder which only opened her wounds more and the blood flowed faster increasing his need. Finally Damon managed to pull the girl from the shattered window and bent close to her ear whispering, "This will only hurt for a moment"

Elena fought blindly at her attacker. She closed her eyes hoping that she would soon wake from this nightmare, but all too quickly her attacker pulled her free of the seatbelt and held her tightly. Elena gasped at his words only to realize whose arms she was in. She whispered, "Damon", just as he sank his teeth into her neck.

Damon felt the first gush of blood flow through his fangs and the little droplet of blood that escaped his lips as it slid down the girl's neck falling victim to gravity. In the depths of his mind he thought he heard someone call his name. He closed his eyes tighter trying to ignore the niggling doubt that was forming in the back of his mind when he heard his name again, a soft choked sound. He could feel the faint vibrations on his mouth coming from the neck of his latest dinner companion. He fought to control his blood lust, struggled to pull his mouth from the smooth neck it was now pressed against. Finally, when he heard his name a third time so weak only his vampire ears would have been able to decipher it as anything other than the softest whisper of a breath. Damon tore his mouth from her neck and finally looked at the girl in his arms. His immediate reaction was Katherine, but as the blood lust slowly faded and the frenzy he felt gradually subsided he realized that the girl lying limp in his arms was Elena.

Damon held Elena close to his body in an awkward hug, regret instantly etched across his face. "Shit!" he mumbled, "Shit, shit, shit!" he repeated louder. "What am I going to do with you Elena?" He asked out loud as if he expected an answer to form in the air. Damon sat on the ground and cradled Elena to his body trying to protect her from what, he didn't know. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck and realized that there was a faint almost non existent pulse.

Damon smirked, "that's my girl."

He waited a few minutes and when her pulse only weakened he sighed and tore at the flesh of his wrist until blood ran over the surface. He held his wrist above her mouth and let the blood drip over her lips and tongue, and slide down her throat instantly beginning to mend her body from the inside out. When Damon heard her breath quicken he placed his wrist to her lips and held her head to it like a baby to a bottle. Elena reflexively reached to push his arm away from her face, but almost immediately wrapped her arm around Damon's and held it firmly in place.

After a few more minutes he could feel the toll that feeding Elena was taking on his body so he struggled to pull his arm from her grasp. Elena laid across his lap her lips stained a dark red. Her eyes were open in a shocked horror as she realized what she had done. She scrambled from Damon's lap, tripping, catching herself, and then immediately doubled over as her stomach heaved at the idea of what she had just ingested, but nothing would come out.

Damon stood aside and laughed at her.

"This isn't funny Damon!" Elena cried to him.

"I saved your life." He replied.

"You took it first." She threw at him as if it were a dagger.

Laughing he said, "Point taken."

Elena doubled over again in a fit of coughing and Damon took a step towards her. She held her hand up as if to stop him, but he continued slowly step by step.

"You had a pretty good grip on my wrist." He said amused.

Elena glared at him and started walking away from him down the road that would eventually lead to home.

Damon followed her silently until they came to a narrow pathway in the woods and Damon nudged her towards it.

"I'm not going anywhere with you Damon." Elena said through gritted teeth.

"My car is by the church. I'll take you home." He said and Elena grudgingly followed him knowing that if she continued walking it would take all night...

"You know, you would make a pretty good vampire." He said glancing at her then looking back towards the road, "You seem to have a real affinity towards it."

"I don't want to be a vampire Damon." Elena said giving him a look of revulsion.

"Why not? You and Stefan could be together forever." He nearly spat out.

Elena turned her head and stared out the window not giving Damon a verbal response, but giving him everything he needed.

"Oh, ho! Trouble in paradise, I was wondering why you weren't wearing your necklace" He said with a chuckle.

Elena unconsciously reached for the pendant that had been constantly around her neck and grimaced. Immediate regret at being so hasty in leaving behind her one defense at protecting herself from Damon's compulsion, yet, Elena steadfastly refused to enter into a conversation with Damon so she continued to stare out of the window as he pulled into her driveway.

"OK, I get it. You don't want to talk about it." Damon said holding his hands up in surrender.

Elena unclasped her seatbelt and reached for the handle. Damon continued, "I won't bring it up again." Elena began to climb out of the car as Damon mumbled, "tonight".

Elena said a quick thanks and slammed the door quickly running towards the house. Damon rolled down the window and called her name. She stopped then slowly turned towards him. "Don't die." He said flatly. She had a shocked look of offense on her face just as Damon, looked at her intensely and repeated, "I'm serious Elena. Don't die." She quickly realized what Damon was referring to and nodded her head then turned back to her house jogging up the front porch stairs. She unlocked the door and fought the urge to slam it. Instead she took a deep breath, softly shut the door and quietly made her way to her bedroom.

Damon watched Elena as she rushed through her front door. He watched as she silently shut it. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, right? Wait for the person you drop off to get inside before you leave? You wouldn't want the big bad wolf to snatch that person from their porch on your watch now would you? Damon laughed at the irony of his last thought. Hell, last time he checked, he would be the big bad wolf in this situation. Shaking his head slightly, he backed out of Elena's driveway and started towards home. Maybe a little verbal sparring match with his brother would cheer him up.

Elena sank onto her bed reveling in the warmth and comfort it provided. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed reaching onto her bedside table to pick up her diary. Leaning her back against the headboard of her bed, Elena flipped to the first blank page. She stared at the page hoping that the words would magically materialize before her eyes because she wasn't sure how to describe the night she had just endured. Did she start with the amazing sex she and Stefan had only hours before, or with the fact she now understood why Stefan had chosen her out of every other girl at school? In the end she settled with:

Dear Diary,

I must have been a cat in a past life. Tonight is the second night in my short life that I should be dead…

As Elena wrapped up her entry she could feel the exhaustion set in. It had been a very trying day and all she wanted was for sleep to wash it all away. Not even bothering to change into her pajamas Elena pulled off her sweater leaving behind her white tank then kicked her jeans off, and tossed them in the general direction of the hamper. Reaching to turn off the lamp she had a moment of intense fear and glanced back towards the window expecting to see someone staring back at her. She took a deep breath and told herself there was nothing to be afraid of, she had never been afraid of the dark before so there was no reason to start now. Elena snuggled into her pillow and let herself be swallowed by the depths of her soft bed and fluffy blanket. That had always been her favorite place to hide from the world so pulling the blanket across herself she let her lashes flutter to her cheeks and felt sleep claim her immediately.

Damon was almost home before he let out a frustrated groan. He had been trying unsuccessfully to clear Elena from his brain, but with her blood still coursing through his veins he had a hard time blocking thoughts of her. Pulling up to the house Damon turned off the car and gripped the steering wheel, leaning forward with another groan Damon placed his forehead against the wheel and fought an inner battle about what he should do next. A few minutes later Damon got out of the car and looked up at the house. He caught a glimpse of Stefan stepping away from his bedroom window and chuckled to himself, probably thought I was Elena coming back.

The thought of Elena coming back for Stefan gripped his stomach with steel fingers and twisted. Damon rolled his eyes and said, "Aww, crap!" then took off running in the direction of Elena's house.

Moments later Damon was standing in Elena's bedroom staring down at her sleeping form. Knowing that he may possibly regret what he was about to do later, he kicked his shoes off and slid quickly and cautiously into her bed. He carefully scooted as close to her as he could and softly placed his arm across her waist. Elena breathed a small sigh then leaned into him. Damon kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. He didn't need the sleep, hell he never slept, ever, but he felt an insatiable need to be with her so he would pretend and hope that she would forgive him in the morning.

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