This is going to be a Damon/Elijah story set in 1864. Elijah has come to secretly watch over Katherine but what happens when he falls in love with the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Elijah's POV

I watched intently in the trees as Katerina played along the two brothers known as Stefan and Damon Salvatore. What did she think, toying with the sons of Guiseppe. Did she not realize that he intends to have all of the vampires in this little town destroyed?

Katerina smiled, her deep drown eyes glistening in the moonlight of this glorious night. The darker haired brother, Damon, smiled at her as though she were the greatest treasure he could have. Poor boy...

I watched as the witch I knew to be Emily, walked over "Miss Katherine, you are to be dressed for the Ball," Emily said, lowering her eyes.

Katerina's face lit and she nodded "Well, I must return to my chambers. I will see you in an hour, Stefan."

Without another glance at Damon, she disappeared, following Emily into the mansion.

Stefan did not say a word, he merely just shrugged and made his way to the mansion as well, leaving Damon alone in the yard.

I felt pity for this Damon. Katerina was treating him the worst. I should warn him about her before too much damage is done. Though not here...that would risk Katerina discovering my presence. I would wait for the ball.

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Damon's POV

I felt my heart twist as I watched Katherine and Stefan arrive in their carriage to the ball. Why had she chosen him? He was so young and naive...I was older, more mature. I had seen things and lived through things that Stefan would only think about in scary stories.

"She is quite beautiful," came a cool, dark voice.

My heart jumped as I turned to meet a set of dark, piercing eyes. I knew he was talking about Katherine. His eyes were set on her before setting on mine.

Something about those eyes made me uneasy. I felt something turn inside of me, trying to urge me to make a run for it. I had felt something like this when in the field, during an attack. I had stood my ground though. I was not one to run.

"Yes, she is," I said, turning my eyes back to my brother and the woman I was in love with. They disappeared into the mansion.

"You love her, do you not?" the man asked.

I turned back to him. His eyes were so intense...as though they had seen more than I'd dreamed of. I nodded, feeling as though I had to answer to this man.

"My name is Elijah," the man said, holding out a hand.

I stared at it for a moment before taking it in mine "Damon," I said with a nod. I liked it when a man introduced himself in a first name basis. I couldn't help the slight smile that curled my lips.

"Your upset," Elijah noted, his eyes scoping me out through my smile.

I glared at him "I am not," I growled, hating that he could figure me out. I did not enjoy showing weakness.

"It is a perfectly normal human emotion," Elijah said simply "The woman you love does not love you; she loves your brother."

I glowered at him. I was not going to listen to this stranger who knew far too much. With that, I began to stomp my way towards the mansion.

Elijah's POV

I felt a sort of pang in my gut at the sight of how truly lost Damon was. I hated this...that was it, though. I was feeling...something I had not done since Katerina ruined my existence.

I wanted to let him stomp away and never speak to him again...I couldn't though. I wanted to know more. Before I could control it, I felt my hand clasp around his arm "Don't leave," I said.

His eyes met mine and just for a moment, I could see the curiosity in his eyes before it was replaced by a fake mask of anger.

"Forget about your brother and Kater-Katherine for one night. Follow me, I promise your night will get better," I said, trying to think of the best places in town.

"My father will-" Damon started.

I cut him off "Forget about everything tonight," I said, not going to take no for an answer.

He yanked his arm back and stared at me for a moment before relaxing his posture "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

I smirked "I know of this little tavern on the edge of town where they have the oldest of scotch and most beautiful woman," I said.

A smiled played at his lips "I will join you for a drink or two. Then I shall get back to the ball before anyone can notice."

I smiled warmly "Perfect," I said, beginning to walk and urging him to follow. He followed as we walked over to the horses.

Sorry this is short but its taking time for me to try and write as though they are speaking in the 1800s. Not an easy task. Though reviews would be greatly appreciated. I do hope to continue soon. :). I would love to add in some serious Damon/Elijah slash scenes as well as fluff scenes. Does anyone dispove? Or would you all like that? Let me know plz.