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Chapter 1. Mistaken Identity

The sound of steady beating hearts echoed through the walls and met his ears with a sweet sensation. It had been days since he had dwelled in his last indulgence and he was becoming desperate for a new source. His small stash was becoming minimal and barely exceeding his appetite. The desire to cure his thirst was driving him to his breaking point and he knew he would need to find his next victim soon.

He despised the thought of his nature and how be obtained his diet, but he knew it was necessary and he knew how to control it. The attempt to find his source and make sure it wasn't going to flee was possible due to his super human abilities and he was grateful for being gifted with these charms even if he was cursed to damnation.

Control was everything when it came to locating and anchoring down his new source. Control was part of who he was beyond personal matters. His need to regulate all aspects of his life was the only stitch keeping him together.

Taking a deep breath, he scuffled through piles of paperwork on his desk. Details for a new philanthropic plan, financial assistance needed in multiple company downfalls, business pitches…these were all part of portraying a successful and extremely wealthy young billionaire. He knew his reign in the business world could be short lived due to his never changing appearance causing a rise of questions as to whom he really was, however he knew for the time being he was in safe territory. No one was going to assume any sort of assumptions as long as he could be sure of it.

As he filed through his papers mindlessly, the urge for him to feed growled inside of him. He was growing weak and dry, but the thought of his supplementary source angered him. The human flowing, warm pulsing blood was what he wanted, what he craved. Licking his lips, he debated the receptionist outside his office for a quick bite. She would be beautiful enough to feed on and brainwashed enough to forget anything ever happened. However, a rapid beating heart disrupted his thoughts as it entered his range. It was causing him to become uneasy and even hungrier as the thumping raged. God damn it!

The fast paced heartbeat was growing closer and he knew he would be unable to devour on his receptionist. This beating heart belonged to someone not employed under him. This beating heart was new and lively. It was strong and exciting. He quickly looked to his schedule book and saw the name, Caroline Forbes written down. This must be whom the heart belonged to. He was eager to meet this Miss Forbes. Maybe she could satisfy him if he approved of her meeting his requirements? A wicked smile crossed his face at the thought.

However, the woman outside his office didn't bare the name, Caroline Forbes, but Elena Gilbert. She was filling in as his receptionist informed him on the phone. No matter what her name was he was still begging to meet her, see her, and even taste her if he got the chance.

Developing his thirst and curiosity by the minute he cued in his receptionist to let Miss Gilbert know he was ready. Outside he heard the clinking of high heels and squeaky voices approaching fast, along with the increasing heartbeat. He had to calm himself before he lunged himself across the room and made a horrible mistake. He had to be professional.

The door to office opened and he bowed his head hunching himself over in his work. He could smell the fresh innocent blood flowing wildly through her, as she stood motionless. As he looked up to see his possible food source, he halted. He almost nearly froze as she stared back at him. It wasn't possible.

Her long brown hair and striking features made him almost convinced he was staring at his past. She was either identical to her or it was her. Had Katherine, the girl who had turned him into the monster he had become returned or was he simply mistaken? Either the act of innocence and nerves were well played or there really was a girl before him who was the spitting image of his ex-girlfriend. He knew even though Katherine still roamed the Earth her reappearance was unlikely after all this time. No attempts to reconnect. Minimal sight of her even after he had learned her death was false. Something was telling him even though she looked like Katherine, she wasn't her. The way she held herself and the way he could feel her heartbeat indicated it wasn't her. He still had to careful.

Standing up, he asked, "Hello. And you are?" Already knowing the possible answer, but he did it out of human nature.

"Elena Gilbert." She said weakly and approached his desk. He was overwhelmed by her scent, but hid his own weakness and held his ground. Her hand extended toward his and he grasped feeling her warmth and the veins in her hands throb upon contact.

"The receptionist said you were filling in for," Damon stated looking down at his schedule book to find the name of the former girl. It had left his mind as the young beauty, which happened to resemble a past flame identically, currently distracted him.

The girl quivered as she took a step back and nervously answered him. "Caroline Forbes. She is ill and couldn't make it, so she asked me too."

"And I presume you work for her?" He asked remaining in a business like state. The temptation of her was riveting and he was trying to be on his best behavior.

"No actually," she replied sitting down in the chair. Her heartbeat was calming, but still strongly present. Damon held his breath as he listened to her trying to control himself. "Just a really good friend."

Good friend? It seemed suspicious and he thought of Katherine playing off a well planned scheme crossed his mind as every striking feature was the same as hers, but he knew it couldn't possibly be her. If he could sense her and hear her heart pumping she had to be human and Katherine was not. So why did she mirror her exactly?

He gave her a small smirk watching her intently gaze at him. The corner of his lips rose a tad bit knowing he overcame her. He tended to have the ability to sway a lot of women just by his looks. "Well, shall we do this then?" He said breaking their trance.

The thumping of her heart increased again and he swallowed hard knowing it was becoming more urgent. His hunger was like a raging boner that needed to be satisfied and now. Elena fumbled with her equipment and it took his mind off the need to feed. He watched as she nervously set up and prepared herself to ask the hard hitting questions. She was no professional and clearly not in the field of journalism, at least when it came to interviewing. These sorts of actions would annoy him and for most people in his presence doing business with him would have already been asked to leave. He was a very busy man and had no time for amateurs. However, he couldn't stop. She was the spiting image of her and he had to know more. He had to see what she was like and maybe she was just right to be the next candidate in his wicked plan.

She looks her you fucking idiot! You can't have her. Not her! Anyone, but her! His subconscious was screaming at him knowing he was going to head down a dangerous and questionable path if she did so happen to meet the requirements, but he didn't care. Not now.

The questions began and typical to say the least. He relaxed knowing it would help her to do the same. The beating was decreasing and so was his urge. As she went down the row asking about his business and his nature to succeed he gazed upon her reactions. She was timid one minute and the next she was feisty. He could tell she wasn't the type to do something like this, but with the right moment she opened up. She was interesting.

"The media describes your social life as a lack there of, what are your comments on this?" She asked reading it word for word. Fully aware that she was subbing and had no intentions of making him angry he let the questions slide, but not without a little confrontation. He was going to go easy on her, but make her squirm a little to see if she could handle the pressure.

"My comment would be it's my social life and I do what I please with it. I rather not discuss my personal life." Damon answered letting his eyes grow big hinting toward her that he was in no mood to talk about this topic. The thought of compelling her to avoid the situation all together was an idea, but he felt it wasn't necessary.

Compulsion was a very handy ability of his. He did not like using it unless he felt the need for it and he never tried to use it involving business. That would be the easy way to get what he wanted. He liked that he had established himself and worked for everything that he had earned within the past years. However, he had to admit compulsion had been used only for the desperate times. Interviews were an exception because sometimes he simply wanted an image to portray in the public eye and he didn't need anyone messing that up if hecould control it and he could.

"Why not?" She leaned forward. Something flickered in her eyes as if she were daring him to give her an answer. Maybe he had underestimated her in the journalism career whether she had conjured up that question herself or from the list in front of her. She did have the potential and now he was debating if he should compel her after all. But when did a little fun ever hurt anyone?

"Being the richest guy in Mystic Falls or even the country makes people want to know." Elena tilted her head to the side.

He returned the same by cocking his head to the side he gave her an intense stare sure enough to make her squirm. "And do you want to know Miss Gilbert?" He licked his lips and watched as he broke her and she retreated back into the innocent, nervous girl that she was.

"I'm saying the public." She spoke with a shaky voice.

"You didn't answer my question." Damon pushed her more. He liked this game and soon he was realizing other urges were suppressing him. Blood wasn't the only thing he wanted from her. He wanted to strip her down and rail her over his desk.

Gripping the edges of her notebook, he examined her from head to the toe. She was gorgeous despite her similarities to Katherine. She was different from her and it drew him in more. He wanted to dispose of all her clothes and kiss her soft skin and possibly taste her for what she was. The smirk that was splattered upon his face screamed seduction and he knew it was making her uncomfortable.

"I don't know." She answered shyly. "Um, do you have a relationship status at the moment?"

Was this for the interview or for her? He couldn't tell her either way. He wanted to leave that a mystery. Anyways, he didn't do relationships.

"Once again, I do not disclose my personal life." He told her knowing he had enough fun messing with her. These questions were always coming his way and he was always willing to dodge them. "Do you have any other questions that are not directed toward me personally?"

The mood and tension in the room changed. Elena was relaxing again as her heartbeat steadied and she looked down at the notebook in front of her. The way her hair fell over her face. He wanted to tug on it and reveal that perfect vein that teased him on her neck.

A soft knock came upon his door. What now? He did not want to be interrupted, not with her.

The blonde receptionist that sat outside his office popped her head in. Her eyes fell upon Elena with jealousy and then on him. Women. They all felt the need to fight for his attention when in reality there was no need to fight. If they all knew what they were about to get themselves into when they were with him they wouldn't give him the time of day.

"Mr. Salvatore your next appointment is in three minutes." She informed him biting down on her lower lip.

Fucking go away, he thought and almost rolled his eyes, but knew he was being watched by both of them.

With a forced smile he replied, "Please tell my next appointment that we will have to reschedule. Miss Gilbert and I aren't finished."

She was looking at his receptionist and when she returned her gaze back on him his head was bowed and he was admiring her from his desk. Her breathing was becoming rapid again and that heartbeat of hers was flying high. He wanted her…now.

"Please continue Miss Gilbert." He addressed her wanting to this interview to turn into something entirely.

Discomfort and fidgeting signaled she was ready to flee. Maybe he should back off a little with the intensity? After all, he wanted her to feel at ease around him for the most part. He was becoming sure she was his next candidate.

"You work with your brother. Did you start the business together? And do you like working with him?" She asked without taking a breath. The mention of his brother, Stefan made him annoyed again. He was a co-owner and had made some great impact on the corporation, but other than that he did not wish for his brother's presence most of the time. Their past was long and dreadful one. Words exchanged were rare and their lifestyles were the complete opposite. Damon at the moment had no idea where he was and didn't care to know either.

"Working with my brother can be a challenge." He began finding a generic answer, but still put some thought and emotion into it. This interview had to be a least entertaining for whoever found interest in him. "We are both hot headed at times and we do like…to share. We like equal opportunities and we usually spend time apart working on different aspects of the company."

Sharing. He hated sharing anything especially with Stefan.

Finding himself becoming angry with the thought of his brother laying his eyes on her and wondering the same questions of why she resembled Katherine so much, Damon focused. "And it was I who started the business, he tagged along a while after."

"It seems like there is some hostility with your brother." Elena's remark was causal and he noticed she was regretting it after she said it. This was so out of her league and she knew it. He felt bad for her and tried to ease the situation.

He flashed her smile and said, "We're brothers. One moment we can love each other and the next we can loathe one another. Like I said we do not like to share especially when it comes to objects we truly desire."

And right now I truly desire you Miss Gilbert.

Her nerves were present again and he was becoming bored with the interview. He wanted to do more with her, something he could pass off as business but still find time to dwell in and enjoy. "Would you like a tour of the headquarters, Miss Gilbert?"

Instantly, her jaw dropped and he knew he had caught her off guard. The flowing blood in her veins quickened. The pleasure and the torture all mixed into one. His mouth was salivating at the thought of sinking his teeth into that beautiful vein on her neck.

"I should probably go. I already feel bad you cancelled your next meeting because of me." Elena shook her head and scampered to get her things together. This girl had no idea what he was up to, what he wanted from her. Completely oblivious to the gestures and the stares that he was more than interested in her. Or maybe she was terrified. He did come off strong.

As he dreamed of losing himself in her, it happened fast. A loud thud echoed off his desk and Elena was falling to the ground. He flew from his chair at lightning speed knowing his action could be questionable, but judging by the sound of the contact of her head to his desk she was going to be a little disoriented. Should he make his move? Compulsion could come in handy.

No! His inner humanity screamed. Not her!

The struggle to fight the inner hunter and the humanity that was still buried deep down was always a battle. He hadn't been this conflicted in awhile and the emotions that swarmed him were tearing him up inside. The lust for blood and the need to feed were stronger than ever and yet he found himself holding back because of her.

What made her so different? Was it because she looked like Katherine?

He had no feelings for Katherine, not anymore. That couldn't be the reason. So what was it?

"Are you okay?" He asked helping her up slowly. She insisted she was fine, but her stare was a little hazy and she was rubbing the bump on her head softly. "Are you sure? I could get you some ice or…"

Elena cut him off sending into his own dizzy spell. "It's just a little bump. I can take the pain."

Pain? It was just a little bump, but if she could handle this if she was being honest then maybe she could handle much more. Damon wanted badly to take that chance, but he once again had to hold back. His desire to explore the world of pain and pleasure with her was undeniable. For now though, he had to remain calm.

He didn't realize it as he contemplated the idea that a hidden smirk was smearing across his face, but he knew now as she watched him intently.

"I don't feel comfortable with you leaving just yet." He saved himself trying to hide the pleasure in her response still. Pushing her down to sit, he said, "Let's make sure you're okay."

A pause in her stare and he was losing it again. God damn it! Stop that!

Elena broke from her trance and threw her things into her bag and stood up. "I really should go. I have to be somewhere soon and we already have gone over the allotted time with this interview. Thank you for your time Mr. Salvatore."

She wanted to leave? Was she not as interested in him as he thought? Or was it his intense demeanor that was making her flee? He was doing it again. He had to stop that. He was scaring off his prey.

"Okay," he simply replied.

The walk to the elevator was a quiet one. The receptionist from before followed them with her jealous eyes and he wanted to snap her look to tell her to get back to work, but he didn't. He wanted to focus his attention on the girl, Elena. Their time was coming to an end and he didn't want it to, but he really didn't have any control over it. For someone who strived off control was growing weak. It was because of her.

They paused at the elevator and he watched her as she rubbed the bump again. She really should rest until she felt stable. He hated to see her hurt like this and trying so hard to get away. Why did he even care that she was hurt in the first place? He didn't even know who he was in the moment. Damon Salvatore didn't care about anyone, but himself.

The elevator opened and she looked up at him. "Thank you again, Mr. Salvatore." She pronounced every syllable of his name. It was turning him on. His eyes stared deep into hers and he smiled. They flickered back to the vein on her neck and then back to her face.

Leaning up against the outside of the elevator, he placed one hand on it to support himself. He wanted to get one good last look at her before she left.

"You're welcome Miss Gilbert." He responded to her well-mannered appreciation. Then he got daring again. "I do hope to see you around Mystic Falls."

Surprise overcame her face and he knew he had made his last impression on her. She was speechless and he had his grasp on her. She had fallen for him and he was sure of it. Now he really didn't want to let her go. He wanted to sweep her out the elevator and back into his office. He wanted to destroy her.

Elena stepped into the elevator and bowed her head. "Goodbye Damon." She said giving him a slight smile and the doors closed as she got her last glimpse of him.

And then she was gone.

The desire, the lust, the hunger came all rushing back. The way she had said his name sent him in a rage. No one he knew called him by his first name unless they were good enough acquaintances of his. She was not yet.

He spun around and saw the receptionist's eyes divert away. Her cheeks were a rosy red and he could smell her scent. The only heartbeat he heard was hers, not Elena's. The soul heartbeat he longed for. However, the young woman before him would have to satisfice. He couldn't take it anymore.

With one quick motion he was next to her and she was staring up at him with hope and fear. He didn't want to do this, it wasn't right. It went against his usual circumstances, but he was desperate. If he didn't feed from the vein he was about to break and so he did. Throwing her head to the side and ripping the bright scarf from her neck, he plunged into her. The taste of her blood was good. It slid down his throat with warmth and pleasure. It was decreasing his hunger pains, but it wasn't Elena's. It did not satisfy him as much as he wished it would and he became angry. He was losing control and he knew she was going to become dry if he kept this up. Pushing himself off her, she was limp, but alive. He took a tissue and dabbed her neck. The bright scarf was replaced to cover up the fresh wound and Damon leaned down to look into her eyes.

"This didn't happen." He said convincingly and his eyes pulsed. She was staring into a trance. "You will wear this scarf always."

"Always." She responded and he broke away.

"Get back to work!" He snapped and he heard a small whimper from the girl.

Damon stormed back into his office raged from what he had just done. What he had done was something he had strived to lose. He was supposed to control himself, not lose it at the subtle hint of hunger. He picked up a glass sitting on the cabinet and threw it across the room.

She made me do it. It's because of her. He convinced himself. Elena Gilbert was the reason he lost control and now he was paying for it. The regret and the hatred he had for himself.

He flew to his desk and picked up the phone. Pressing seven numbers, a man picked up on the other line. Damon flattened out his suit and leaned back in his chair.

"How may I help you Mr. Salvatore?" The man asked promptly.

He cleared his throat and spoke. "Find out every thing you can about Elena Gilbert."