A.N: I know this has been done before, but none of the other versions did what I wanted- included Salvatoreslash. It's the perfect opportunity for it! Wrote this mostly to appease myself, haha.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries.
Chapter 1
It was all his fault. Damon Salvatore. Bonnie hated him. The mere thought of him made her blood boil. Grams had died because of him. Died so he could get some ancient vampire out of tomb. And she hadn't even been there. Pointless... it all had been pointless...
As she set out the candles, the only thing on her mind was revenge. Damon Salvatore would never be able to hurt anyone ever again.
She had found a spell to turn him human.
Another bottle drained, and he felt no better. Alcohol was doing nothing to drown his sorrows. How could it? It couldn't change things- couldn't make it so Katherine actually cared about him. Couldn't erase the betrayal he felt.
All those years, waiting for the right time to save her, devoted and still in love... for nothing. For a vampire that couldn't care less about him.
"Damon?"
He looked up, taken aback to see Elena only a few feet away from him. He hadn't even heard her enter. He was really out of it. "Stefan's upstairs," he said, wishing her away. He didn't need Miss Doppelganger here to remind him of his pain.
She took another step towards him, big brown eyes analyzing him. "Are you okay?"
He sighed, setting down his drink and pacing away from her. "Yes, Elena. I'm fine."
"Damon... if you need to talk to someone-"
"I'm fine." He scowled at her. "All because I waited 145 years to get Katherine out of the tomb, and she wasn't there, doesn't mean I need to talk. I had one goal for all that time, and I succeeded. I opened the tomb. I'm feeling accomplished." A lie, but why should he bother with the truth right now? "Just go away, Elena."
She sighed, turning to leave. Halfway to the door, she paused and changed her direction to him. Lithe arms wrapped around him, as she pulled him into a tight embrace. On her tip toes, she whispered into his right ear, "I'm here for you if you need me."
They suddenly pulled away from each other, both crying out at a sudden pain.
"What just happened?" demanded Elena, gasping for breath.
"How would I know?" he asked.
Elena stared at him strangely, leaving the house.
Elena woke to the feeling of the sun on her face, gently stretching. She opened her eyes, gazing at the ceiling. Was it always that high up? She frowned, lowering her gaze to take in the room. A giant bookcase rested against one wall, and the bed was quite a bit larger than what she was used to. Where was she?
She got to her feet, pausing as she saw her body in the process. Hard, muscled, masculine chest. Boxers. Strong, muscular legs. Elena caught sight of a mirror across the room.
She screamed.
The sudden appearance of Stefan before her did nothing to calm her down, as she jumped back in surprise.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking around for the cause of distress. After finding nothing worth screaming over, he directed his forest green eyes back at her. "Why'd you yell?"
"I... uh..." Could she tell him? No, no, it was too weird! She didn't want him to know she was in Damon's body. Still, she had to answer him. "I saw a spider." She immediately cursed her stupidity. Damon? Scared of a spider?
Stefan sighed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just know I'm here for you if you need me."
"...right. Thanks."
Stefan eyed her strangely, before leaving the room.
She once more caught sight of herself in the mirror. Oh, my God. I'm Damon! But if she was Damon... who was he?
Me, obviously... She barely held back yet another scream. They sounded weird coming from Damon.
He was going to kill that witch. As he gazed at the beautiful girl in the mirror, he cursed Bonnie to high hell. She needed to die. He'd make her fix this, and then he'd rip her head off.
"Elena?" The voice came from downstairs. It was 'Aunt Jenna'. "I made some breakfast!"
No way was he going to go down there and socialize with Elena's family. "I'm... I'm not feeling well!" he called down, quickly returning to the bedroom and tucking himself into bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He closed his eyes, doing his best to look exhausted and ill. Luckily Jenna had work during the day, and would be leaving soon.
He needed to call himself as soon as possible. He needed to make sure Elena was in his body, and figure out what to do from there. Before she could be overtaken by bloodlust and kill someone. That was the last thing he needed right now. He reached for the phone on the nightstand, quickly typing away a message. He grimaced at the sight of long, slender fingers. It was bad enough that he had to deal with so much hair.
To: Damon
I'll meet you at the Boarding House in half an hour. We need to talk.
Elena gulped down yet another bag of blood, so, so grateful that Damon had an ice chest full of them. She didn't know if she'd be able to handle her hunger otherwise. Is this what bloodlust felt like? Raw desire, head pounding and gums aching? She wanted to bury these fangs into a soft, delicious neck and drink forever. The thought of fresh, warm blood was dizzying.
"Elena?"
She looked up from her position on the floor, nearly shocked out of her bloodlust at the sight of herself only a few feet away. "...Damon?" Her voice was weak, and begged for help. It sounded heartbreaking in Damon's voice.
Her body- no, Damon- sighed. "I thought this might happen." He offered a hand. Elena took it, allowing Damon to help her up. She wiped at her mouth, her hand coming away red. Unable to help herself, she licked it off.
"I don't like being you," she stated, before getting a good look at Damon in her body. She gasped. "What did you do to me?"
Her long brown hair was a fluffy, knotted mess, some strands sticking straight up. Her face lacked even a spot of makeup, the mere sight leaving her feeling as if her body might as well be naked. And with the horrible, mismatching outfit, naked might be better. She didn't even know she owned those neon green, baggy shorts, or that ill-fitting pink tank top.
"I got here as quickly as I could," stated Damon, seeming indifferent to her horror. "We need to figure out what we're going to do about this. I refuse to go to school for you."
"Well, how did this even happen?" Elena asked, even as they both knew the answer. Damon didn't reply, and she sighed, giving in. "Bonnie."
"So we need to visit the witch?"
"She's out of town at her aunt's house for Spring Break, and she hasn't answered any of my calls," said Elena. "I don't even know where her aunt's house is. If we can't find a way to contact her, we'll have to wait at least a week for school to start again."
He appeared thoughtful. It was strange, watching her features express Damon's feelings. She was surprised Stefan couldn't tell just by looking at Damon's body that it was her, Elena. They held themselves very differently, and their expressions had little in common.
"We'll figure something out," he said, eventually. "Until then, what do you want to do?"
"Well... I don't want Stefan to find out," she admitted. "He'll freak if he knows you're in my body."
"Why? Because I can see you naked?" A smirk that most definitely didn't belong on Elena's face tugged at feminine features.
Elena took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. She was not going to rip her own body's head off... "I know it's impossible to avoid seeing completely, but can you at least not go out of your way to see me naked?"
He shrugged. "I'll try. Can't make any promises. You do realize that not telling Stefan means we have to pretend to be each other?"
"Yes, I realize that," she said. "It means you have to hang out with my friends and be nice to Stefan."
"And you have to go to the Founder's Council and be a dick to Stefan."
"You're on the Founder's Council?" Elena asked.
"Yep. I'm a pretty big part of it, actually. Can't afford to lose my influence in it." He paused, then added, "I'm not kissing Stefan."
Elena cringed. That's right. Stefan would be alerted by the sudden lack of physical contact. "Could you try to?"
"You're really asking me to kiss my brother?"
"I don't want to ruin my relationship with him," she replied, blushing at the mental images being painted in her mind. So vampires could blush. "Look, I'm not saying you have to make out with him. Just... humor him a bit."
Damon laid out on his stomach on Elena's bed, flipping through her diary. The day had been boring as hell, with absolutely nothing to do. Caroline had been off with Matt somewhere, and even if she hadn't been busy, hanging out with her didn't sound like a good time. Still, it would probably be better than staying home alone.
"Elena?"
Damon sat up, casting his gaze at Stefan, setting the journal on the nightstand. "What are you doing here?" Only after did he realize that probably wasn't the best thing to say. Luckily, Stefan paid no mind to it.
"You didn't respond to any of my texts. Is everything alright?" Stefan sat down beside Damon, forest green eyes searching brown.
"Yeah. Just didn't feel too well," Damon half-lied. It was true- being in Elena's body had shaken him up. He tensed as his brother ran a hand through tangled brown locks, eyes reflecting confusion. Damon figured it was because Elena was usually cleaned up and beautiful.
"You do know I'm here for you, if you ever need to talk, right?"
"...of course," Damon replied, anxious for this moment to end. A hand cupped his face, and his heart instantly began racing in his chest. He gasped, taken aback by the sensation. He had forgotten this part of being human...
So distracted, he didn't notice as lips descended onto his. Stefan pulled away at the lack of response. "I should probably get back. Damon's acting weird."
"Y-yeah." Damon gently touched his tingling lips. It had been so long since he had kissed his brother. Since he had declared he wanted nothing to do with his little brother's desire for physical touch with him.
Only now did it occur to him that this was his chance. He could touch all he wanted, without breaking his promise to never let Stefan touch him again. Stefan deserved to suffer from the lack of more-than-brotherly attention, and still would.
The only difference was that Damon wouldn't have to suffer from it anymore.
A.N: Heya! If you liked this story, have suggestions, or have some constructive criticism for me, then please review! It encourages me to write more, too!