A/N: No Elena in this chapter but there's going to be more of her in the next chapters, this doesn't pick up from any episode in particular, hope you like it, please review and let me know what you think, and sadly I don't own TVD, I wish I did though…

The blinding morning sunlight hit his face, waking him instantly; he cursed himself for not closing his curtains last night, but it wasn't easy to remember things when you're trying to work yourself into a drunken stupor. Damon stretched, kicking the sheets over the edge of the bed, the only reason he got out of bed these days was because of how irritating the sun was on his skin, thankfully it didn't burn because of his ring but it still didn't feel anything close to pleasant.

The sun danced off his bare chest before he pulled the curtains together, with a sharp hiss from them, he blocked out the sun and the rest of the world. His closet was filled with familiar looking clothes, all black, all expensive, even after centuries he couldn't get rid of old habits, having the finest clothing was just something he had grown accustom to.

After pulling on a black shirt and jeans he had planned to go downstairs, but something didn't feel right. He looked around his room, scanning every bit, his senses heightened; everything was quiet, too quiet.

The curtain drew back swiftly by itself, allowing the rays of sunlight to stream in; Damon was at the window before the curtains had time to stop swaying, a smash from behind him made him turn back to his room, his bottle of scotch was lying in pieces on the floor.

"Impressive" Damon called out, his voice flat and definitely not impressed. "Why don't you come out and try that in front of me?" he growled from deep in his chest.

He waited for a second, before a clenching pain went all the way through his body, starting from his feet all the way to the tips of his hair. He doubled over, holding the bed frame for support, white splotches appeared in front of his eyes, and his vision blurred around the edges until he blacked out completely, his fangs extended in rage of being immobile, before he felt himself fall to his knees. He lay motionless on the floor, drifting into an unconsciousness that had nothing to do with alcohol for once.

"Master, it's time to wake up, your father requires your presence immediately" Damon stirred, wearily rousing to the voice of his hand maid, a young black girl in her early teens, sounding panicked.

"Yes, yes I'm up" he said, yawning, "Father will just have to be patient" The young girl grimaced at the thought of keeping his father waiting. She hurried to retrieve Damon's clothes, placing them on his bed, unbuttoning his cream shirt.

"I can do that myself, thank you" he snapped his dismal, sighing as he watched her hurry out of the room, he didn't mean to scare her, he didn't mean to scare anyone, but recently it had proved to be a challenge to keep from getting angry. Just knowing that Katherine could be falling for his brother at this very second enraged him more than he thought possible.

He took his time changing into his clothes before making his way to the parlour, finding his father pacing in front of a roaring fireplace. His head jerked up as Damon entered, a scowl replacing his anxious expression.

"When were you planning on telling me about this?" Giuseppe Salvatore glared at his son, his eyes intense, like they usually were when he was angry, a trait that had been passed down to Damon though his genes. He held a crumpled letter in his hand, gripping tighter to it than was necessary.

"I'm not a mind-reader, father" Damon knew he was being disrespectful, but the look of hatred on his father's face cleared away his guilt.

"It's a letter I received today; a letter had to inform me that you were not returning to your studies because my own son didn't bother to tell me!" his voice rose, a deep shade of scarlet rising from beneath his collar, usually Damon would take this as a warning sign but today, it amused him to incredible lengths.

"I do not wish to return there anyway" he replied with a casual shrug he knew would push his father over the edge.

"You don't' wish to return there" he bellowed in shock, "I have spent a fortune to give you a good education, and this is how you repay me, by getting thrown out due to reckless living"

"So that's what this is all about? I should have known it was the money that you cared about" Damon said with a humourless laugh.

"That's it" he shouted, a hand slapping down on the hand carved, polished table with an echoing snap. "You will bring no more disgrace to this family"

"I'm not the disgrace of this family, how long was it after mother died before you brought those jailbait tarts back to the house, two weeks, three?" he asked bitterly, looking at his father with disgust.

Giuseppe's eyes narrowed, his hands balled into fists as he approached Damon, who stood there, chest out, head up, bracing himself but not backing down.

"You'll take that back" he spat, the back of his hand, hitting against Damon's face. Damon stumbled, falling backwards, a hot pain on his face, a copper taste in his mouth, a taste which was his own blood. Giuseppe grasped his hand with the other one, looking down at Damon, emotionlessly, "I should have shipped you back to the war while I had the chance, next time I won't hesitate. I only have one son now because as far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me"

Damon woke up with a searing headache; the room felt like it was spinning. He tried to discern where he was, he could see broken shards off glass a few feet away from his head. He was in his room, his body was in pain, but at least he could move this time. He jolted to his feet, with the grace of a cat but had to sit on his bed after the room started spinning.

"Finally, I thought you'd never wake up" Katherine, he thought bitterly, he thought she had left town for good a few months ago, but he should have known it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of her. She entered his room, walking confidentially and unfaltering in her six inch heels, a cruel smile on the corners of her lips.

"Katherine, I'd say it's nice to see you again, but I'd be lying" his smirk didn't reach his eyes, as he held his head in his hands until finally the room felt like it had stopped moving.

"You always were so charming" she said sarcastically, her fingers running over the smooth surface of his dressing table, before turning back to him with a wide smile, showing her extended canines.

"What do you want?" he growled, pushing himself to his feet despite the shooting pains in his legs, he hated feeling inferior.

"It hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?" she laughed briefly, a sinister sound, he could never imagine such a noise coming from Elena's lips.

"How are you doing this?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Magic, your not the only one who knows a witch" she shrugged, coming forward to him, "It will only get worse if you don't cooperate"

"What do you want?" he repeated, with more emphasis this time.

"Stefan" she said simply, his chest tightened in a different kind of pain this time, yes he hated her now, but rejection still hurt no matter who it was from, not that he'd ever let her know that.

"Then why don't you go torture him?"

"He's not going to listen, not when he's all loved up with 'lena" she rolled her eyes, never understanding why Stefan would choose her when he could have the real thing.

Damon could understand though, if he had the choice he would pick Elena over Katherine any day, he put it down to Katherine having broken his heart though deep down he knew the truth; he loved Elena.

Katherine seemed to know this fact better than him, as she was willing to use it to her advantage, "You're going to get Elena to tell you she loves you, or else the pain is going to be a lot more unbearable"

He shook his head in disbelief, "You want me to compel her"

"No, no compulsion, once she admits she loves you, her and Stefan will be finished, mark my words" she said with a twisted grin, "Then Stefan will need a shoulder to cry on, and guess what?" she leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a whisper, "I got two of them" she laughed this time joyfully.

"In case you haven't noticed I stopped doing what you wanted a long time ago"

She let out an exasperated sigh, "Come on, all you have to do is get her to admit it, I've been watching all of you for a while now, she already loves you, you have to be an idiot to not have noticed"

"First off, the whole watching us thing; immensely creepy, and secondly, get out" he smirked at her narrowed eyes and tight scowl.

"You will do this Damon, because if you don't you won't be the only one in pain, I can do that to Elena too, didn't you know?" the smirk disappeared off his face, reappearing on Katherine's, a triumphant glow in her eyes, "You have a week, everyday until you get her to admit it, your going to go through this whole little painful-immobile situation, got it?"

He nodded, clenching his hands at his sides so he didn't try kill her right then and there, "Good, then get to it" she leaned closer, brushing her lips off his playfully, her nails running over his dark shirt, he closed his eyes, fighting the urge to yank her hands away and slam her into the closest brick wall. He opened his eyes after a few seconds, to see an empty space where she had once stood, he collapsed back onto the bed, his muscles relaxing in relief as the pain numbed. Her voice echoing through his head, she already loves you, you have to be an idiot to not have noticed, a part of him had the urge to smile despite himself but the more dominant voice in his head made him suppress Katherine's words like the flashback he had suppressed, some thing's were to painful to think about.