SUMMARY: Damon's already opened the tomb and found Katherine wasn't there, he hasn't met Elena yet. Elena doesn't know about vampires, but she has met Stefan who stopped talking to after a few weeks, thinking it's better to keep his distance. The rest will be explained later! Enjoy…

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The name is Salvatore. As in Saviour.

~Damon Salvatore

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"Come on, Car!" I beg tipping back another shot and scrunching up my eyes as it rushes to my head.

"I can't" she whines, "I'm here to help you get other what's-his-face not confess my love to Matt" she was referring to Stefan, but she was a good enough friend to not say his name.

It's been three weeks. A whole three weeks and I've not heard a word from him. Not a single phone call or text. Sure I only knew him for a few weeks previous to him ignoring me but I thought we had something then he just starts acting strange and cuts me out altogether with no explanation.

So after a lot of convincing on Caroline's part she managed to drag me from my room and force me into a little black dress. I started off with a Coke but it didn't last long. I can honestly say I've never been so drunk in my whole life.

"You will be helping me, then I won't have to listen to you moan about wanting to be more than just his friend" I smirk at her sheepish grin, knowing it won't be long now until she caves.

"Uh, I don't know…" she stops for a second looking over my shoulder then back at me quickly, "You know what you need to take your mind off everything?"

"A holiday?" I guess, smiling my thanks to the bartender as he refills our shot glasses.

"No, someone better and hotter" she says raising her glass at the same time as me. After tipping our heads back and downing them, she nods behind me.

I turn to follow her gaze. She's not wrong, even in my drunken state it's obvious the man sitting at the other end of the bar is beautiful. His raven hair fell slightly over his eyes as he leaned over his drink, he looked up meeting my gaze instantly, a smirk gracing his lips as he raised his drink to me, winking with a mischievous look in his eyes.

With an awkward half smile at being caught I turn back to Caroline, hoping the pinkness of my cheeks weren't too noticeable.

"Did you see the way he looked at you?" she gushed, "Go talk to him!"

"What's the point? He's probably with someone" I mumble, feeling myself go into depressed mode.

"The point is…" she narrows her eyes looking blankly at the wall, "Well I can't remember what the point was but you should"

"Ok, ok. Only if you go tell Matt how you feel"

She's get to her feet, with her best smile plastered on, "Wish me luck"

"You don't need it" I promise, going to try and squeeze her hand in reassurance but grab her arm by mistake. Ok no more drinks for me.

She nods enthusiastically, spinning around and making a beeline for Matt. I laugh, unable to help it; she always knows how to cheer me up.

I swallow nervously, trying to stay calm as I get of the barstool. Wow, maybe heels were a bad idea, I think to myself grabbing the bar until I gain whatever composure and grace I can muster.

I walk with my head up, surprised that I only stumble slightly as I make my way over to the man.

He turns before I reach him, his eyes scanning the length of my body then rest on my eyes, with a stare so intense I feel the butterflies in my stomach spread all over my body.

"Hmm, you look familiar" he says with a voice is smooth it could melt a girls heart, "Have we met before?" there's a look in his eyes, something I can't really understand, like he's hiding a secret.

"Nope, I definitely would have remembered you" I'm guessing the alcohol is starting to take effect because the only place I could have found bravery like that was from Dutch courage. My favourite kind.

He laughs, a musical sound that in my drunken state of mind makes me want to squeal that I love his laugh so much, but I manage to refrain myself and keep the little self respect I have left. "I'm Elena" I say extending my hand.

"Damon" instead of shaking my hand, he brings it to his mouth, looking purposefully at me before kissing it.

After a few seconds of trying to catch my breath I ask, "Is anyone sitting here?"

He looks down at the empty barstool beside him before looking back up, "You. Hopefully" he adds with a suggestive movement of his eyebrows.

I climb onto the stool, giggling like the school girl I am. I cross my legs, in the way Caroline showed me, in order to show them in the best angle, I think that's what she said anyway. My thoughts aren't as clear as they usually are. He notices, his eyes moving towards my legs shamelessly.

"So, Elena" the way he says my name sends shivers down my spine, but I try not to let it show how much he affects me, "What brings you here?"

It takes me a while to respond, about to lie but tonight, apparently, I'm unable to. "I need a distraction"

"A distraction?" he asks, looking amused instead of offended.

"Yeah… you see there's this guy. Well there was. I liked him, and I thought he liked me too. He was the first person to make me feel anything since-" I stop suddenly, not wanting to explain my parent's death, no one ever looks at me in the same way when I tell them, "Anyway, I thought everything was fine, then he just stopped calling. I guess I wasn't good enough" I laugh bitterly, "I just want to forget about him, if Stefan thinks I'm going to wait around, he's got another think coming"

He tenses for a second before taking a drink from his half-filled glass, "Stefan?"

"Yeah, Stefan Salvatore, do you know him?"

He shakes his head, "No, I wouldn't want to either, he sounds like a jerk"

He leans forward, his voice sensual, "Guess what? It's your lucky night" he whispers, "I've been looking for a distraction of my own"

"Then what are we waiting for?" I ask playfully, getting to my feet, it's like I wasn't in control of my actions tonight. At the same time though, I knew what I was doing. I know that no one would miss me if I leave with him for the night, Jenna would assume I was with Caroline since I left with her.

He looks shocked at my bluntness, but stands, slinging his arm over my shoulder with a smirk that looks like it's been chiselled into place.

I'm about to ask him to wait, so I can make sure Caroline has a way home when I hear someone call my name.

I turn around to see Matt, his arms around Caroline but not the same way as Damon has his around mine. He's holding her up as she stumbles drunkenly.

"Car?" I ask she looks up with a toothy grin.

"'Lena!" she beams, before yawning widely and dropping her head onto Matt's shoulder.

"I think she's had a bit too much to drink" Matt states the obvious, "She came up to me, telling me she loves me then passes out" he laughs, obviously our plan didn't work too well as he thinks she only told him she loves him because she was drunk.

"My shift just finished, I'm going to take her home if you want a lift?" he offers looking suspiciously at Damon.

"No, I'm fine, thanks though"

He doesn't look too certain, "You sure?" Damon rolls his eyes, looking impatient.

"Yes, I'm sure" I try to reassure him, "Look, I'll see you later; tell Caroline to phone me tomorrow if she doesn't pass out again, ok?"

"Yeah, ok"

With that Damon leads the way out of The Grill, and the protective way his arm is slung around my shoulder doesn't bother me as much now that we're standing in the cold night air, his leather jacket warming me skin.

"This is your car?" I ask in disbelief looking down at the blue Camaro he stopped beside. The blue is so attention grabbing that I can't help but think of the way his eyes can do the same thing.

He opened the passenger side door, "No, I'm just a fan of grand theft auto" he smirks, and I laugh while hoping he's joking.

I get into his car, enjoying the comforting feel of the leather as he walks over to the driver's side. Stefan's car had leather seats too. I mentally shake myself. I will not let myself think about him tonight.

Damon starts the car pulling out of the parking lot, "Did you just move here?" I ask suddenly realising the insanity of what I'm doing. He's a handsome strange man, but that's just it, he's a stranger.

"Just moved back" he glanced over at me, looking a little longer at me than he should considering the speed he was going, and who knows how many drinks he had, "I came back looking for someone"

"Did you find them?" I ask softly, his voice doesn't sound so arrogant anymore.

"No, but I found out she wasn't worth looking for" he looked to the road, but his looked like he was miles away, "Just imagine that guy not phoning you for a few weeks then add on like a hundred years" he laughs humourlessly.

A slight exaggeration but it must have been a pretty long time to make him look this upset, "I'm sorry" I was, no one deserved to go through that. Maybe he needed a distraction more than I did.

"It's not your fault" he smiles at me; it's the first time he properly smiled all night, revealing all of his perfectly white, dazzling teeth. And it's beautiful. He's beautiful. He pulled the car in front of the old Boarding House that was near the outskirts of town. I'd never been inside before; I only knew Zach, an old friend of my dad's, lived here.

"You live with Zach?"

"I did, he's… out of town for a while" Damon answers, getting out. Adrenaline starts pumping through me as I realise what I'm doing. I'm still not sober enough to realise I should walk away.

He opens my door and all thoughts of fleeing leave my mind, accepting the hand he offers me. He doesn't let it go as he leads us to the front door. The house is bigger than I imagined, everything looks so expensive from what I can see from the hall. He turns his head back to look at me, raising his finger to his lips with a smirk.

There's a TV on in the living room, but I can't see who's watching it. I follow him as quietly as I can up the staircase. He helps me the rest of the way up when I nearly lose my footing.

His bedrooms huge, a king size bed in the middle, but I barely get time to look at the rest of his room as he slams me against the wall. His lips crash down on mine, and I can't help the joyful giggles that escape my lips at his urgency. He lifts me up higher and my legs wrap around his waist.

My head tips back as his kisses descend my neck, my hands tangle in his hair. I can honestly say I'm one hundred percent distracted. He nibbles slightly on my ear, before capturing my lips again. My lips part and our tongues fight for dominance, he groans into the kiss as my legs tighten around his lips. He walks backwards, carrying me, his hands securely on my back. He falls back on the bed, not breaking the kiss.

I sit on top of him, my hands running down the toned planes of his chest, opening the buttons of his shirt as I go. He pulls the rest of his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, before pushing me to the side and swapping our positions. He pulls my top over my head slowly, letting his eyes roam leisurely over the black lace of my bra. He leans down, leaving a trial of kisses up my abdomen, travelling up the lace, and kissing the top of each breast with a cheeky grin.

He hovers over me, as I try control my ragged breathing, "Elena" he whispers sensually. He kisses me slowly now, holding my face in his hands, his eyes open as he pulls away slightly, looking down with his piercing blue eyes that seem to darken with hunger. "Can you keep a secret?" In the darkened room, I thought I saw his face contort, veins protruding under his eyes. I blink rapidly, but they don't seem to fade.

He smiles down at me, and I know I can't be imagining this. His canines are extended to twice their size. A scream is building in my throat but his hand covers my mouth, a wicked smile is all I see before his head lowers to my neck.

My screams are lost behind his hand as his teeth pierce into my neck, my legs kick frantically and my arms claw at his back though he doesn't seem to notice. I can feel myself getting tired, my eyelids getting heavier. His hand moves away from my lips, slipping into the dark strands of my hair, but I don't scream. I can't, I'm too tired. My legs stop struggling, my hands resting on his back as my eyes drift shut, and I welcome the darkness.

A/N: Just in case you're wondering she's not dead, next few chapters will be Damon getting a bit protective about his new, um, 'toy'?

I got the next chapter for this planned out so update shouldn't be too far away. Let me know what you think!