First Delena story. First time posting fic here. I've only written one story prior to this, so let me know if it sucks, or if you think I should change anything.

I hope you enjoy.

*Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, or anything/anyone affiliated with it.

Elena's POV

I have had way too much to drink.

"Bonnie, I think I'm gonna head home now, you coming?" I ask her as I nearly trip over my own feet, trying to walk over to her.

"Nah, I think I'll stay and hang with Stefan for a bit, but text me to let me know that you've made it home alright?"

"Yesssss m'am." I slur. Yeah, definitely too much.

I turn and start walking away from the party, towards the street, or at least I think it's that's way.

Confused, I start looking around and eventually end up stumbling and falling over the edge of a sidewalk. Well at least I found the road.

I look up from collecting my belongings only to see someone standing in front of me. Who the hell would be walking around the streets this time of night?

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just kind of got really confused for a minute there and fell." I say, trying to act as though I'm not completely trashed.

"Need some help getting back on your feet?" he offered, extending his hand in my direction.

I laugh, do I really look that helpless?

"No, I think I'll be okay. Thank you, though." I say as I try to stand up, and then instead stumble into the man.

He catches me as he says, "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a wee-bit drunk."

"That obvious, huh?" I say as he tries to help me regain my balance.

"Well, if I hadn't have been able to smell the alcohol on your breath, I may have thought you just had some inner ear balance issues." he says with a small chuckle, still trying to get me to stand straight, and when I finally do, I get a look at his face. How is it possible for someone to have eyes that beautiful?

"You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," shiiit. Did I just say that out loud? I quickly look away from him, embarrassed. "uh, I should really be getting home." I say trying to walk away as fast as I can without falling again, but he grabs my arm, and when I look back at him, he speaks.

"Do you really think a young lady as pretty, and as drunk as you, should be walking home alone at this time of night? Especially with all the monsters are lurking around here." he says with a smirk.

"Oh, so is that an offer to walk me home?" I ask, smiling slightly.

"Now, now. You met me all of 5 minutes ago, yet you trust me to walk you home?"

"Well if you were gonna hurt me, or do anything to me for that matter, you would've started by now." I say, pointing out the obvious.

He laughs, "Good point. Now which way are you headed?" he questions as his eyes dart off in either direction then return to me.

"That-a-way!" I say as I turn and extend my arm, pointing to the left.

He rolls his eyes, "So what do you say we get started walking?"

"Yesssssir!" I slur as he hold his arm out to allow me to link mine with his.

We had been walking in silence for about 10 minutes when he came to a sudden stop and took a look around. As suddenly as he had stopped, he began to walk again.

"So how much farther is your house?" he turns to ask me.

I take a good look around, "It's just up ahead." I say as I point towards the white house on the corner.

"Okay, before I forget, what's your name?" he asks me out of the blue, making me realize I didn't know his either.

"Elena, what's yours?"

"Damon."

"Well, Damon, do you live around here?" I ask, curious.

"Used to, but right now I'm here to visit my uncle." he says, looking straight ahead.

"Oh, where does he live?" I ask turning my head in his direction.

"In the old Salvatore boarding house, near the edge of town."

"Oh my God, I've always wanted to see what the huge house looked like on the inside. Could you show me pleaaaaaaaase?"

He stops walking and when I realize, I stop too. He then turns towards me, giving me this really sarcastically questioning look.

"You're kidding right? Normally girls at least want dinner before coming back to my place." he says, waggling his eyebrows.

I give him the 'are you serious?' look and he just chuckles.

"Kidding. Relax, I'm sure you're not that easy."

I punch him playfully before I say, "Not normally, but I'm drunk and you're really hot." Damn, that came out way more flirtatious than I had intended.

He gives me the same look I gave him a moment ago, and is about to open his mouth to say something, but I don't give him the chance.

"Gotcha." I say, laughing.

"So you're not kidding?"

"About which part?" I ask, confused.

"The part about how you think I'm really hot."

"Are you joking? Any female with eyes can see it."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, like you didn't already know." I say accusingly.

"Okay you're right, but I'm not the only good looking one around here."

"Huh?"

"I already said you're pretty, so what are you doing Elena? Fishing for compliments?"

"No, I –"

"Yes you are," he says as he forces me to look into his eyes. Oh for fuck sake, why do I feel like I'm melting every time I look in his eyes? And why can't I stop it? "and I'll give you one Elena. You are the most gorgeous young woman I've seen in my entire life, and I bet you taste just as delicious."

I just stare at him blankly, blinking several times, trying to figure out when this conversation took such a flirtatious turn.

"And I plan to find out tonight, my dear." he says, and he starts to lean in towards me, when did he get so close? I just stand there, and find myself staring at his lips.

He's barely an inch from my lips when I notice his eyes looking intently at mine, as if asking if it's okay to continue. I answer by placing my hands on either side of his face pressing my lips to his in a chaste kiss. Whoa, why does my whole body feel like it's on fire? I pull back suddenly and find myself lightly touching my lips with my index finger, then look up to him, finding his gaze focused on my eyes, nearly piercing through me.

We stay that way for what seems like a lifetime, before he just disappears into the darkness.

Damon's POV

What the hell was that? Why didn't I feed on her? What's wrong with me? And why does she look exactly like Katherine?

I cringe at the thought of my former lover, and glance up noticing a blond girl, who looks to be maybe twenty at most, about to walk by me. I step out in front of her.

"Oh sorry, excuse me." she says, trying to step around me, as I grab her and pull her into the darkness. I put my hands on her shoulders and force her to make eye contact with me.

"You will not remember what's about to happen. You will not scream, because you do not need to be afraid. When I tell you to, you will keep walking as if nothing happened."

After I see her pupils dilate and contract, I lean down and let my vampire instincts take over, letting my fangs pierce her neck and drink deeply until I feel her body weakening.

"Walk." I say as I push her back towards the sidewalk and she continues walking, just as I had compelled her to do.

Why couldn't I just do that with Elena? I've been doing it for over a century. What makes her so special? Ugh. I think I need a drink.

I get home in little time, and am pouring myself a drink, when I hear Stefan quickly approaching the house. I take a healthy gulp, then put the glass down.

"Hello, brother." I say as he walks through the door.

"Damon." he says, looking at me with such distain.

"What? No, 'it's good to see you brother,' or even a proper hello? My, my, Stefan, you seem to have lost your manners." I say as he just brushes past me.

"You're one to talk about manners, Damon." he says, obviously judging me as he does so.

"Hey," I say as I hold my hands up in surrender, "I just thought you tried to be the 'good' brother, the 'well mannered' brother. I guess things have changed."

"Why the hell are you here Damon?"

"Why, I'm here to visit Uncle Zach of course." I say, picking up my glass and taking another swig.

"Seriously Damon, what do you want here?"

"That, little brother, is for me to know, and for you to try to figure out, if you can."

"I will find out why you're really here, whether you like it or not Damon. And whatever it is, I'm going to stop you from doing it."

"Really, brother? Because if I remember right, you're on some ridiculous moral high road, where you don't feed on human blood. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that give me just a slight upper hand?" I say, smirking, because I know I'm right.

"If it's the last thing I do, I will make sure you end up dead, even if I have to stake you through the heart myself, Damon."

"Ouch," I say, putting my hand over my heart in mock hurt, "and I thought we'd be able to do some nice brotherly bonding while I was here." I say as Stefan just heads to his room, without saying another word.

Elena's POV

What the fuck just happened? Why did I kiss him?

I stagger up the front steps as I realize Aunt Jenna and Jeremy are probably asleep, and I'll have to be extremely quiet if I want to get up to my room without being bitched at.

I pull my cell from my pocket and begin a new message.

just got home.

I type and send it to Bonnie. Seconds later my phone's buzzing.

kk. Stefan just dropped me off. night.

I hit reply and start typing.

nite. need to talk to you tomorrow. text me when you wake up. xo.

I send and wait until my phone buzzes again.

k. xox.

I put my phone back into my pocket as I open and reach into my purse, retrieving my keys. Finding the house key right away, I unlock the door as quietly as I possibly can, in hopes of not gathering any attention.

I open the door and tip toe towards the kitchen, my step faltering as I try to do so. I grab a glass and open the freezer to get some ice. I drop some on the floor.

"Shit." I mumble under my breath as I bend over to pick it up, then head over to the sick and drop it in, then turn on the tap and place my fingers under the water, waiting for it to get nice and cold.

"Perfect." I whisper just as it gets nearly ice cold, removing my fingers and placing my glass under the tap.

I turn off the tap and bring the glass to my mouth to take a big gulp, and then turn to sneak up to my bedroom.

Whew. I must be a ninja.

I laugh to myself as I rummage through my drawers to find some pyjamas. Once I find I suitable pair, I shed my clothes from the day and put the pyjamas on as quick as possible.

I'm about to crawl into bed when I notice a crow sitting on a branch just outside my window. I walk over to the window and wave it away.

"That's what I thought." I say as I head back to my bed and crawl in, and pull the covers over myself.

I soon fall into a deep sleep, where I dream of the man who set my whole body on fire with just a kiss.

So tell me what you think, and if I should just stop writing.

Constructive criticism is welcomed. :)

xo.