*Disclaimer;; I don't own Damon, Alaric, or any of the Vampire Diaries character. If I did I wouldn't be here, all that I own are the words in this story I typed. Right, Damon.?

Damo : Why don't you leave me alone.?

Grumpy or what.?... Right. Onto the story then. (:

'Gives you hell.'

Damon was furious.

Fuming with the anger inside. It was an overload, and even alcohol wouldn't help him today.

Katherine... She was one of the reasons that he wanted to kill someone right now. Not one person, preferably hundreds of the reckless humans. But he promised Elena.

Not in so many words, but he still did.

In result, he ended up storming off into the forest. Walking at a very unhuman speed, he growled at nothing in particular, punching one of the trees on the way.

As hard as it was to believe, Damon Salvatore had tears in his eyes. He was frustrated. Yes, that was the word. He stopped in the middle of a meadow, finding it hard to breathe. The world seemed to be closing in on him. Of course, that was ridiculous to think, because most obviously it wasn't, and couldn't be. He choked back his tears, but let out a sob, and a single tear left his usually cold eyes.

And suddenly he froze, hearing footsteps. Who could have followed him ? His mind going through all the people that could have, and couldn't have. And then he went pale hearing a voice of no one, but Alaric Saltzman.

"Damon.?" He called out to the vampire, as he stepped out into the meadow. "I just wanted..." Damon started to turn around, completely forgetting about his wet cheeks. The human seemed to tense and froze. "Are you...crying.?"

Everything after that happened in a dream-like quality. Alaric's feet carried him forward, stopping directly in front of Damon, who in turn was looking away sternly, determinated.

What shook him out of the daze was Alaric's next actions. The human lifted his hand up very slowly, and wiped away the tears from Damon's cheek.

Damon looked at him, suprised, but quickly recovered, the cold, blank look in his eyes, yet he didn't move. He felt some jolt of electricity shot through him.

Damon frowned, as Alaric withdrew his hand. He swallowed hard and his eyes widened. "I..." He stuttered, his mouth still open, but he didn't seem to be able to say anything else.

He turned around on his heel and marched out of the meadow, leaving Damon alone. The vampire brought his hand up to his cheek, the frown still visible on his face, as he pondered over what had just happened.

Alaric Saltzman has never been so distracted in his life. He couldn't even focus on grading the papers.

What was wrong with him ? Acting like that around Damon Salvatore?

After leaving the woods, he felt like fainting and now when he was back home, he made a mental note not to go near The Mystic Grill anytime soon in the fear that Damon might be there too.

The thought of what he had done was making him practically sick, and even coffee didn't appeal to him this evening. Wiping away Damon Salvatore's tears, basically stroking his cheek was ... a very sickening thought.

What was even worse, was the fact that he had actually done it! It wasn't just a thought lingering in his head, or some kind of a nightmare.

It had actually happened.!

Damon decided to forget whatever happened, and decided to go along with his usual routine.

Which, of course, was finding some girl, have some fun with her and feed. Then leave her.

When he was through with it, he made Hannah (that was her name, if he rememebered correctly. Something with H anyways.) forget whatever happened.

The rest of the evening he decided to spend in the boarding house, getting his sexy arse drunk out of his mind, and maybe annoying his little brother if he was around.

But he wasn't.

With Elena, Damon assumed, and grabbed bottle of whiskey from the bar, before walking into the living room and putting himself in the armchair.

This was a strange, strange day.

One and a half bottle of whiskey later, Damon had the CD player on, with the volume turned up to maximum, and himself walking around the living room in circles.

"Oh Elena, Elena! You'll bring me and Stefan to the arena! Your body's like a hyena's." His singing, quite obviously, didn't match the melody of the song coming from the CD player, but he didn't give a damn.

He just made up a song.

And now was going to sing it, over and over, and over again.

Stefan could hear the music, before he even entered the house. A frown now occupying his features, as he stepped into the boarding house, and walked down the hallway.

"...and Stefan to the arena! Your body's like a hyena's!"

It didn't take long for the younger vampire to figure out who Damon was singing about.

If you could actually call THAT singing.

With a sigh, he walked up to the CD player and turned it off. Damon shot him a death glare.

"Just because you're a boring bunny-eater doesn't mean you have to ruin everybody else's fun."

His brother's voice was deadly, but he was drunk. Very, very drunk.

"Just because you're a sulking bad-ass vampire wannabe doesn't mean you have to wake up the whole town."

The comeback made Damon's trademark smirk tug at his lips. "How very rude, but I'm going to deal with you later, because now, now I feel like doing this..." Damon threw the half full bottle of whiskey at the wall. The glass shattered and fell to the floor, splashing the rest of the liquid all over the wall. "and going to sleep. Sweet bunny-filled dreams, little brother."

While walking towards the staircase, he stopped beside Stefan for a second to tap him on the shoulder. Then he was off.

That would be it, for now. :) I know, there was not many Alaric/Damon scenes, but hey! Let me start off slowly. Damon's not some kind of a whore. ;) Ya'll know what I mean.

And what did Alaric want from Damon when he followed him into the woods ? ;D

All that in the next chapterrr. Ox