So this is a new story I hope you guys all like.
I wanted to tell it from Damon's point of view.
To show how he struggles with himself vs. fate.
Please review, tell me what you think!

I do not own TVD or any of it's characters. Only borrowing.

Damon POV

I slammed down another glass of bourbon, relishing in the burn of the liquor, trying to quell my anger. I just could not believe it happened again. Another god damn vampire had found his or her mate. At first I thought it was just a rumor, but it wasn't until my best friend found his that I truly started to believe it.

It was strange at first, but the more I saw them together the more I understood. They fit together perfectly, matching each other. It was like he was a completely different person once she invaded his life. I hated it. I wanted my best friend back, not the one that was currently fussing over a human.

They were our food, our prey to devour whenever we decided. We did not care what happened to them. All a vampire cared about was quelling one single thing, bloodlust. Human Blood was the perfect remedy, and after they were discarded like trash.

"Leave the bottle." I ordered the bartender, well compelling him to do as I commanded.

If I was going to be burdened by these thoughts I might as well get drunk. Don't get me wrong I sometimes used an alternative route when I fed; snatch eat erase. You find a victim, drink, and compel them to forget. Fool proof with little to no guilt.

It's just that I could not understand why nature had thrown us this curve ball. I am damn sure the witches had a part in this. I could kill them, or better yet turn them. That would teach them to stop meddling with my kind. Who the fuck did they think they were?

I hoped it never happened to me. I had pissed off enough witches during my existence, maybe one cursed me. I was one hundred and seventy-seven years old, and not one human female appealed to me. There was no way in hell she exists. I mean, let's face it, who would be capable of loving me?

I am known as the selfish and evil Damon Salvatore. I take what I want, when I want, and kill without remorse, hurting everyone around me. Hell I have even made it my life's mission to destroy my little brother, Stefan. He was the one after all who condemned me to this life.

To best honest, I wasn't always this way. I was sweet and earnest to a fault, but never strong. I had never asked for trouble, but it's all I got. I gave up along time ago trying to live up to expectations, especially after never pleasing my father. I guess I have dear old dad to thank for his part in the way I am.

My nostrils flared, breathing in a new aroma, one I had never encountered before. Honey, vanilla, and lilacs. It was sending my senses into overdrive. My gums were aching from this scent, my canine's felt like they were about to elongate. What the hell was happening? I could feel the veins pulsating from underneath my eyes.

Thank God no one was looking at me,I let out an exhale trying to control myself. I never react like this over a single scent, I have more self control than that. It was like every nerve in my body was on high alert. I could feel goosebumps covering my skin, it was beyond surreal. I felt like I had no control over my own body.

It was getting stronger, hitting me full force. I felt myself grabbing ahold of the bar to steady myself. I needed to get out of here, my blood was starting to boil. Tiny beads of sweat were pulling at my forehead. I felt all of my muscles clench towards finding out the source of the smell.

A glare took over my face as I imagined all the ways I would make whatever caused this scent to suffer. I took a breathe in, savoring the smell for a moment before continuing with my mission. Where the hell was this scent coming from?

I quickly got up from my seat, I needed to find it. It couldn't be the flowers, they were all fake. It was definitely not the food either. Could it be a person, or was it some new perfume? Either way I needed to know.

When I find whoever is wearing this scent I am going to do three things. One, I am going to find out who makes this scent, and where I can find the origin of it all. Two, I am going to destroy all evidence of this mysterious aroma. And three, I am going to make the person wearing it suffer in ways I cannot find words.

I narrowed in towards at what was emitting that smell, or should say who. It was a woman, happily chatting away with her blonde friend. I could see from where I was standing, she had long brown hair. If only she would turn towards me, and as if on command she turned towards me. Blue eyes locking with brown.

I saw millions of different flashes of a life I never wanted, of I life I never thought was possible. It was like the whole bar disappeared, leaving just the two of us. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I could hear in the back of my mind one little world, MINE.

At first it was just a whisper, but the more I saw, the more I looked at her it snarled. It was screaming out at me to take what was mine. This need wanted me to slam her against the nearest wall, thrust into her as hard as I could, and mark her with my teeth as my own. Fuck me!

It was like she was a siren, singing out for me to come to her. I felt like I could not breathe. My mate had just made her existence known, throwing my whole world upside down. Was this what Ric felt?

This was not happening, it couldn't be happening. Why tonight of all night's did this have to occur? I was wallowing in despair and I would have been fine. Now I never would be, all thanks to her. I could kill her, strangle her pretty little neck.

She was still looking at me, had this strange look on her face, like she was trying to figure me out. I could feel myself getting harder than I thought humanly possible. I needed air, lots of air. That would work, and I would be able to think more clearly.

I swiftly turned around, slammed a hundred down on the bar to cover my bill. I had one thought on my mind, get the hell out of there. It was simple, too simple. I should have known better. I should have looked around, because the next thing I knew we collided into each other.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She stammered at me in my arms, that reflexively grabbed onto her. MINE.

"It's my fault. I was in a hurry." I reluctantly let go of her, taking a step back.

I had to clench my teeth the smell was overpowering me now, get out of there my mind screamed. She was too close, God did she smell good. No one could say I had no restraint. The force I was admitting to control myself was starting to hurt.

"I'm Elena, by the way." She extended her hand in a warm greeting, her smile alone was sending my heart into overdrive.

"Damon." The moment our hands met, a bolt of electricity tore straight through me.

I think she felt it too, because she took her hand away rather quickly. Her breath hitched in her throat, I could hear her heartbeat quicken. I ran a hand through my hair trying to maintain my composure. I couldn't let this human know how much she affected me.

"Well, I guess I'll let you be one your way. Sorry again." She bit her lip as she looked me up and down, one last time.

"Don't let it happen again." I smirked at her before letting her pass, towards the bathroom I think.

Don't look back, please don't look back. I don't think I could handle it if she looks back, I was practically begging her as she strode towards her destination. Just when I was about to let out a breath I had no idea I was holding, she looked towards me over her shoulders, before pushing her away into the ladies room.

Fuck. I had one thought on my mind right now, and it was killing me. I wanted so badly to storm in that bathroom, lock the doors behind me, and have my way with her. I wanted everyone to hear what I was doing to her. No!

I pushed towards the exit, breathing in the cold night air. I could finally breathe again. I needed to find someone, anyone, and take my frustration out on them. They would feel every ounce of pain I had just endured, what she deserved. That would beg for me to stop.

More importantly I needed to stay far, far away from her. If I put enough distance between us I could forget. How wished to get that scent or her beauty. The things I would do to her would make her hurt in all the right places. Stop thinking like that, fuck.

I sped to my favorite spot, just outside of Mystic Falls. I could see the stars above me, as I laid on the cold road waiting. I needed this time to gather my thoughts, before my victim rolled up. This had to stop, and I think I knew how.

I would make her hate me, like I hated her. You don't. God this was torture, it was like I had two separate minds at war with each other. No matter the cost, no matter what happened, or who got hurt. I would not succumb to this need, to her. My Elena.

NO! NO! NO! She was not nor ever will be my Elena. Whatever part of me that thinks that has another thing coming. Damon Salvatore does not go down without a fight. I would crush her skull before I think about kissing those luscious plump lips.

A growl tore its way through my chest, someone was going to die tonight. I needed a distraction to get those beautiful doe eyes out of my mind. My ears zoned in on a vehicle fast approaching, it was about time. Not only was my blood pumping but it was boiling. My senses zoned in a car, fast approaching. Show time.

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