Don't ask me how, don't ask me why, but somehow, my love for Damon Salvatore (season one Damon) has rekindled itself along with a new love for his younger bro, Stefan. Wanted to make a love square involving the Salvatores, Elena and an OC, but just didn't have the heart to have an OC take Lea's place. For those who don't know (a lot probably don't) Lea is my OC from my oooold Damon/OC fic that I disbanded. This is completely new and has nothing to do with that one so you don't have to read it. For those who have, some of the dialogue you read will sound very familiar because some lines are recycled.

Anyway, this is all post season 3 and stars an exiled Damon, a recovering Stefan, a freshly turned Elena, and a pissed off Lea. None of that I'm-a-new-girl-in-town crap. I've done that, ain't going down that road anymore. It's boring to me.

P.S. I wasn't going to update until I was absolutely finished writing this story, I'm about five chapters in right now so I broke my vow early on. I gotta know what you all think about this and if I'm wasting my time.

P.P.S. These chapter names are probably gonna always sound odd. The person who's POV it's in will usually be assigning the chapter names.

Chapter 1 - Damon Salvatore Is Such a Hot Douche!

C . B . D

Waiting up worried sick for your twenty two year old sister to come back home ain't fun. Not at all. Especially when it's three in the morning and you have a killer AP Biology test in the next seven hours. And then to top it all off your sister is out with Damon Salvatore, the biggest dick in Mystic Falls. And theeeeeeeen, it wasn't even the fact that Damon was an asshole, it was him being a vampire that was unsettling.

Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned. Elena choosing Stefan before she was turned into a vampire and even afterwards had Damon all fucked up.

Surprise surprise, I knew about there being vampires in Mystic Falls. That's what happens when you're a founding family member and your parents didn't want to keep it a secret from you like all the other members. Shit comes with some serious perks.

And then there was the fact that not too long ago I was a part of Elena & Co. But that was until I withdrew myself from that doomed group. Elena the Martyr and Stefan the Saint could go sit in the Sun and fry together for all I care.

The thought of venturing out into that good night and searching for them myself was seriously a possibility. In fact, I'd made it outside a couple of times and even got as far as inside my broken down Honda before turning around and pussying out. I wasn't gonna risk humiliating my sister and proving that I didn't have any trust in her judgment. Instead, I'd put my trust in her. And reluctantly Damon who had proven time and time again that trusting him wasn't a smart move.

This was hard. Real hard. Damon was reckless and so was Liv. Well, it wasn't that my sister was reckless as she was easy, and I know that that's messed up to call your sister easy but it was the truth. Breathing air was harder than getting some from her. Like all you had to do was buy her dinner and her legs magically divided. So you see here's the equation we're dealing with.

The biggest dick in Mystic Falls + The easiest fuck in Mystic Falls = Disaster.

Now include me into the equation and this is what you get.

The biggest dick in Mystic Falls + The easiest fuck in Mystic Falls + The biggest badass in Mystic Falls = Goddamn Catastrophe.

And for the record, I'm actually not the biggest badass in town, but I like to think so every now and then. Doesn't hurt.

Commotion coming from outside the back door woke me up from my stupor. Or whatever it was that Fifty Shades of Boring put me in as I tried reading it. Should've known not to trust Liv's reading recommendations. Though I had to admit, it was better than Twilight, which was a big pile of shit wrapped in a decent book cover. Literature these days...

Tossing the book aside, I scrambled from the landing step to the back door, trudging through the dimly house. This had to be those two and I'd catch them red handed. Play these type of games with me and stay out way past Liv's curfew. Yup, I said it, I gave Liv a curfew. Mom and dad ain't try to stop her so I did. Pssh, they knew what went bump in the night. We all did. So why was it that they weren't doing anything to stop her? Was I the only one who gave any kind of fucks?

Grabbing a hold of the brass doorknob, I swung it open, not caring if I may have interrupted their little session. Which of course, I did. There the two were, making out like it they were hormonal teenagers and not grown ass adults. Dude, I'm sure they had plenty of time to play kissy face and do a lot more risque stuff while they were out together, was the tonsil hockey really needed now?

I cleared my throat, prompting Liv to quickly remove herself from Damon after letting out a high pitched squeal of fright. Within seconds of seeing me, her almond shaped brown eyes grew twice their size and she raced inside the house, murmuring both goodbyes to Damon and apologies to me before taking cover in her bedroom upstairs. I embarrassed her. Good. And I'd scold her later. That'll teach her to stay out all night, not return my calls or texts, and have fun with a vampire.

But Damon, Damon didn't care at all that I cut his game of touchy feely short. It was quite the opposite. He looked amused, pinkish lips tugging into that god-awful smirk of his he knew I hated. The smirk alone made me want to slap him. But that desire would be put on hold knowing that he could kill me within seconds if he wanted to. Yeah right, if he tried his ass was grass. He'd have so many council members to answer to. Not to mention my grandma.

So I guess I could slap him if I wanted to. He wouldn't be able to do a thing if he valued his life.

With that in mind, I joined him outside closing the door behind me as I stepped into the frigid December air. Shit it was cold. Winter was terrible. It was one of those dry air type of nights. The type where frost and ice coated your lungs, making it hard for you to breathe. Plus I was wearing a skimpy pair of Hello Kitty pajamas so that didn't help either.

Yup, Hello Kitty PJs. Don't judge me.

"Lea, it's great seeing you again." His tone was light and mocking, knowing full and well that there was nothing great with having to see me. As if we didn't already have a muffed up history and I swore to never deal with Gilberts or Originals or Salvatores or doppelgangers ever again.

"Fuck off, Damon," was my response. But to be perfectly fair, my tone was just as sweet and condescending as his.

He frowned. But I knew better than to actually think that he was upset. Damon had no emotions. None unless it was in regards to Elena. "I guess the feeling isn't reciprocated."

"Nope. I fucking hate you and you know that."

"Can't say that I care though. What's this about?" He squinted his blue eyes at me that were more icy than the snow layering the ground. "I know, you're here to confess that you secretly want me."

"In your dreams, Salvatore."

"No. But I could always project them into yours."

Only because of his silly vampire magick tricks. Guess he didn't know I was fully capable of doing the same thing right back on to him. Ten fold. I'd give him nightmares where Katherine choose Stefan over and over. If only I was that cruel.

"Is that before or after I shove vervain down your throat?"

He sighed, hand rubbing my head like a good little dog before I swatted it away. You don't touch a black woman's hair. Like ever. "Lea, Lea, Lea, you know I love it when you're acting all big and bad. As if you actually could stand a chance against me."

I shoved him, noticing that he didn't move backwards and it was me that did, proving his point that I was waaaaay weaker than him. Physically that is. And I tried to do it again, but he quickly sidestepped me. Yeah, and he was faster too. But you know what? I didn't care. It wasn't that hare that won the race now was it? That turtle was a resilient bastard.

He gave another smirk, and this time he ran a pale hand through his black hair he wore in a messy style that dropped right past his earlobes. Damon was hot. Yeah I admit it. Liv might've been a hoe, but she was beautiful enough to snag all the hot guys. Never did she bring home anyone less than a ten. But Damon? He was the sexiest of them all. Not the mysterious kind of sexy. Or Brad Pitt kind of sexy. He was one of those I-Wanna-Do-Bad-Things-With-You type of sexy. But that could've been just because I watched a little too much True Blood. Eric Northman was currently my make believe boyfriend.

Regardless of Damon being sex on a stick. He irked me. In every way imaginable. The way he looked at people. The way he spoke. The way his cheeks were unnaturally rosy in Winter. How could that happen if he was a vampire? Either way, I couldn't stand the guy to say the least.

"I hate you."

"Hate is only a prelude to love."

I rolled my eyes. "Hate is only a prelude to a fist kiss."

"Any kiss from you is amazing. I know first hand."

He just had to bring that up. The one moment of weakness I had where I allowed him to kiss me. Why was he trying to use that as a weapon against me? Did he not forget what happened afterwards? I knocked him silly.

UGH! He had a smart remark for everything. Dammit. I was the smart ass. Not him. That was my title and he stole it. I'd get it back. Rest assured.

"You see, this is why I can't stand you and can see through your bullshit. You claim to like my sister sooo much, but in the next breath you'll flirt with me or pine after Elena."

A genuine frown formed with the mentioning of Elena. Yup. Damon's one true weakness after that slut Katherine. He thought I forgot about how damaged he was after he found out she wasn't in the tomb and I had to comfort him? Or how much he raged against the machine when both doppelgangers rejected him and I was there to pick up the pieces? Nope. I never forget.

"How's Elena doing by the way? How's she handling being a vampire?" I wish I could've talked to her about it. But I couldn't. Nope. Not after everything that happened. Not after seeing what happens when you get involved with Elena or the Salvatores. People die and get hurt. Bonnie and Caroline were walking proof. So was Jeremy who constantly defied the laws of life and death. Actually, we all had. No one was normal anymore. With the exception of Matt, everyone in our secret circle, which was now highly disfigured, all belonged to a supe group.

"You'd know if you weren't acting like such a coward and visited her once and a while."

I shrugged him off. "You call it being a coward, I call it being smart. Dealing with you guys ends up with everyone getting hurt except the one we're protecting." What type of irony was that? A real fucked up kind.

"Elena hasn't exactly walked down the yellow brick road either. She was turned into a vampire, Lea."

"Exactly. That was your plan from the get go. A plan, might I add, that I agreed with. But nooooooo, stupid Elena couldn't do that and instead got more people killed just to have what we wanted happen in the end anyway. People's lives lost for naught. Tis bullshit."

This may have been harsh to think, but Elena allowing Damon to turn her would've been less painful than drowning. And it would've saved us a lot of trouble. Look at us all now. Caroline was still trying to fight off her attraction to Klaus whilst keeping Tyler; Jeremy didn't know who to trust after that Damon-compelling-him scheme; Matt was trying to sort himself out and figure out what he was going to do as far as college and football; And Bonnie, who to me had it the worst, was currently following my plan. Not be bothered with anyone. Sure, she and I had spoken a few times, but for the most part, we kept our distance. We needed time a part. All of us did.

It's just that it's kind of awkward sitting in classes with three other girls you no longer speak to. Then forcing yourself to partner up with Kate the Hot Dog Skinner rather than the girls who used to know you best when group projects came around.

"What can I say, no one wants to be the bad buy even if it means keeping someone safe. They like trying ''rational'' options."

"You should've tried coaxing her in a different way. You're so in love with her that you were gonna take her choice away. Had you discussed it with her like a gentlemen, it may have turned out differently. Girls love choices. Especially Elena. Let her think she's in control... why am I saying this to you?. I'm done with this, I'm done with that group, and I'm done with you."

"If that's what you say," he said, like staying away from him was soooo hard. Like he had a magnetic pull over me. Not likely. Every time we spoke it was him seeking out me. And even if I wanted to talk to him, he was nowhere to be found during the day. Like he'd just disappeared from out of Mystic Falls completely. The only time I saw Damon was at the ass crack of dawn.

"That's what I know. And stay the fuck away from my sister."

"If I don't?"

"Don't act like you're not fully aware of my capabilities, Damon. We're not friends. Nor have we ever been during the years I've known you. Plus you know I'm family first. I'm serious. Stay away from my sister before I have to get involved."

Eyebrow raising, Damon gave a quick chuckled before shaking his head at me tauntingly. "Lea, I didn't know you were so kinky. We should've talked about this way sooner."

That's it! I was fed up and couldn't take anymore of his rude outlandish behavior. I balled my fist, aiming it square dead at his jaw in the hopes that I'd knock it off. Sadly, my punch hit nothing but air and missed opportunities.

Not having a chance to react to me stumbling forward from the non-punch, my body met something all together different. Damon seized my arm, yanking my over to him with no care that he may have dislocated my shoulder. I crashed into him. Face landing into his chest, taking in how he smelled like sex and spices. Like sin and long carnal nights. Yumsies.

I tried fighting against him but as his hands snaked around my waist and his lips dipped down towards my ear. No matter how much I tried to put up a fight, my body froze with the feeling of his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. It were as if he was about to spill a deadly secret and I was the only one to know of it. Shit. And I was letting it all get to me. But I couldn't feel my heart beating violently so that was good. And my breath wasn't hitched or anything so I knew that he'd have to try a little harder to sense what I was feeling.

Bet he had a better clue than I did.

"I'm not too fond of you either. So know that if I wanted to murder your sister, your mom, your dad, and your ugly dog all while you watched helplessly, I would."

If it was one thing I learned about Damon, it was that he wasn't the monster he tried to make himself out to be. Maybe decades ago he might've been serious, but now, he was just trying to use those threats as a scare tactic. He didn't exude evilness. Sure, I could sense that deep down it was there, but it would take some serious coaxing for it to come out. He was being good. "Oh Damon, you and your empty threats. Isn't that all this town is filled with? Empty threats. Everyone always talks a big game and then uses Bonnie or myself to do the work. And if I have to hear someone use that tired, "I'm gonna kill your entire family." line again, I'm gonna scream. Let's think of more creative things now shall we? Something not cliché."

I could get use to him pressing against me. He was shielding me from the cold now. Yeah! Time to steal all his warmth!

"How about me draining you dry right here?"

I exhaled, giving a few seconds before I responded. As if I really had pondered his words and their weight. "Again. Cliché. And let go, your leather is starting to stick to me."

"Don't pretend as if you're not enjoying this." He stepped a little closer to me and I naturally pulled him to me. Dammit. I wasn't supposed to do that. It just kind of happened. Along with the smirk I could feel Damon's lips growing into. "You're trying to steal my warmth right now."

Plan figured out! Retreat! Retreat! "Don't pretend as if you're still not trying to get into Elena's panties."

"I'm sure yours are far better."

Duh.

"How's she working out with Stefan?"

"Like I know... or really care." He sounded spiteful. The thought of those two together must've put him in a serious funk.

"Oooooh, I see what this is. This is your way of lashing out because he didn't get what he wanted. And now you think you're gonna try to use me like you did Andy or Rose or Sage or Rebekah to make Elena jealous. I'm sure that it would hurt Elena more if it were me instead of the other common trash you like to frequent with, you dumpster diver"

"You just described your sister." Oh, that was a good one. Considering that he was completely true and I didn't have a comeback to that. Fuck.

I tried to pick up some scraps and make use of out those. "I'm not available anyway."

"Still with Chris, I see. How is it that he gets just as many girls as I do. I mean look at him and look at me."

He thought I didn't notice how he knew my boyfriend's name. Just because I wasn't gonna acknowledge it didn't mean that I hadn't heard it.

I rolled my eyes. "Well for starters, he's normal, funny, secure, loving, generous-"

"Wimpy, loser, crybaby, average, boring."

"-All the things you're not."

"Thank you."

"That's not what I meant."

"That's what you said."

"You should know already, what you say and what you do are two different things."

"Well my mind and body are both on the same page right about now." He stepped a little closer, allowing me more time to fully feel his rock hard body. Damon made sure to get his body in check before being turned. I ain't blame him. His body was a masterpiece.

This was Damon's sick way of foreplay. Nuh uh. Not with me. This touchy game was now going to end. Now.

"You know what, mine is too. And you want to know what it's saying?" I slid my arms around his waist, standing on my tip toes so my mouth was positioned inches from his. This was also to see if I could smell my sisters blood on his breath, which I didn't.

"Of course," he mumbled, face dipping towards mine to try and kiss me.

Wasn't gonna happen.

Quickly and suddenly, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking the hell out of it. Head snapping backwards to get closer to my hand and dull the pain, Damon grit his teeth and let out a small guttural growl.

"Get the fuck off my porch." I let him go, watching as his hand immediately flew to the back of his head where I'd attacked him.

"Ouch," he sighed, rubbing the spot in an attempt to alleviate the pain. "Someone likes to play rough. Can't say that I mind."

Already he was back to his usual ways. "Goodbye. Damon."

"Well, fine. Couldn't say I didn't try. Guess you really are over all of us."

"Yuuuuuup."

"Guess this really is goodbye."

"Yuuuuuup."

"Guess I really will have to find a way to reel you back in."

"Yuuuuuup... wait a minute. No. No you aren't. I'm not coming back. Stay the hell away from me."

He grinned and a piece of me withered and died. "Nope. It's too late. Plan is already in the works."

Fuck. Damon with his damn plans. And while he wasn't the best at making sure his plans went accordingly, he was really persistent. Which meant that he'd be pestering me for a while. Something that I didn't need.

"Enjoy the rest of your night. Well.. morning." Damon walked off leaving me with freezing bones and a bad taste in my mouth.

But he didn't get too far. Not before I stopped him with one last question. "Damon, are you doing this with everybody or just me especially?"

He didn't bother to look back at me, but I could tell from the jouncing of his shoulders that he was laughing. "Just you, Aaliyah. You were always my favorite from the group."

C . B . D

That was chapter one everyone! A lot better than my original Damon/OC story I feel.

For any suggestions, comments, critiques, whatever, I'm all up for listening.

And for those who are Delena shippers reading this, I apologize for the Elena bashing.

And if I continue this, should I incorporate Stefan, Elena, and Damon's POV. The next few chapters are all from Lea's perspective but I'm always able to rewrite or write new material. I aim to please!