Damon confessed his feelings for Elena and decided to leave Mystic Falls for good because he knew that she would always chose Stefan. Or so he thought. What will Stefan do or think when history repeated itself and the curse reoccured with the Salvatore brothers the second time? And would Katherine let it be when her boys now got snatched out of her hands and chased after someone else that was not her.

I have this idea floating in my head and I just need to write it down so I'll have my peace of mind. Hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave me review. It might help me to build the story along the way. I'll leave songs that are related or inspired me when I wrote the chapter. Enjoy! :D

Chapter 1 : Love's to blame.

Songs: Love's to blame - Joel and Luke

"Damon, don't…" Elena swallowed hard the lump in her throat, unable to remove her eyes from the cerulean eyes that was staring deep into her, the beautiful face that was inches away from her. She knew what the next words that would come out of his lustful lips and she knew that she wouldn't be able to give him a response that would not break his heart. "Please, don't say it." She shook her head slightly.

Damon held her heart-shape face in his hands gently, leaned in closer. Elena desperately tried to stop her body from reacting to his touch but failed when her chills ran down her spine, her eyes automatically dropped to his lips like ever, an uneasy throbbing heat started to form in the pit of her stomach and her head started to get dizzy when his irresistibly seductive scent penetrating her sense.

"I just need you to hear this… I need to say this, just once." His voice was pleading and gentle, completely out of his character. He stepped up one more step, closing the distance between them. Elena could feel the buckle of his belt touching her stomach, her breasts lightly pressed against his toned chest, her cheeks were burning under his palms.

"I love you, Elena." The velvety words left his lips and Elena held her breath. "I know I don't deserve you, but my brother does." He looked so hurt as if each words cut him like knife. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, lingered on her skin.

Elena blinked and felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was shocked and embarrassed when she realized she was not thinking one bit about Stefan until he mentioned his brother. She was supposed to be his girlfriend, and yet for one moment she completely forgot about him.

"Damon, I …" She looked up at him when he pulled away, his hands slowly dropped of her hair, longing at every touch. A single tear rolled out of his eye, running down his flushed cheek.

"You don't have to say anything. I know." He gave her a sad smile, his blue eyes was burning with hurt, passion and emotions she had never seen before. "Good night, Elena."

And Elena found herself standing alone in her bedroom, his scent was still with her, her skin was still burning and tingling with his touch, his words was still echoing in her ears. She sat down on the floor as her feet were no longer strong enough to hold her and started sobbing. She didn't understand why it hurt so much but her heart felt like it had broken into pieces and she felt so empty, so painful and she couldn't understand why. She was with Stefan and she knew she loved him, but the hurt in Damon's eyes haunted her and it hurt her probably even more than him. And Elena was horrified when she heard herself whispering the ghost of the words, the words that she wanted to say to comfort him, to see his eyes lit up with the twinkling lights that he always had, the words that would allow her to threw herself into his arms and showered him with her kissed.

"I love you, too."

She punched fists into her own legs, bit her own lips and her hands flew up, slapping her own cheeks as she thought of Stefan, Stefan's kind eyes, his gentle embrace around her, … "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." This time, she was not sure who she was talking to any more. Damon or Stefan. Or both.

Damon threw himself in the middle of his bed, couldn't bother to turn on the light in his room. He closed his eyes and let out heavy sigh. He did it. It was selfish and he knew it. But it had to be done because he couldn't bear it in his chest any longer.

"My, my, wasn't that romantic? Love confessing, soul searching?"

His eyes shot opened as he felt a weight on his body, fingers tracing and rubbing under his shirt, on his bare skin.

"Katherine." He focused his eyes on the small figure on his chest in the dark, reached and turned on the lamp on his bedside. "What are you doing here?"

"Tell me, my sweet Damon. What's the point in telling a girl you love her when you know you can't have anything from her?" Katherine raised her eyebrows at him, her hands started unbutton his black shirt.

"You stalked me? No other available boy toys to play with?" He slapped her hands away and pushed her off of him.

"Ooh, playing rough. I like it." She smirked and pushed herself up, brushed her lips along his ear. "Were you hoping that she would dump Stefan if you tell her you love her?"

"It's none of your business. Now get out of my room." He jerked his head away from her.

"No. I'm bored. Entertain me." Katherine sat up and pulled her black dress off, revealing her luscious body in a sexy pair of red lingerie.

"Fuck you!" Damon rolled his eyes and headed to the door.

In a blink he was turned around and pinned down on his own bed, Katherine straddling him between her legs, her hands tightened a grip around his wrists.

"I was hoping you too." She smirked as he flinched when he heard the bone in his wrists cracking. Katherine bent down, attacked Damon's lips with hers, biting and nipping at him, running her wet tongue along his full lips. She groaned and pulled away when he bit down on her lower lips. Katherine's face change as she growled, slapped his face to a side and sunk her exposed fangs into his neck. Damon hissed as the pain shot through him. Katherine drew a little bit of blood from him before closed her lips around the wound and licking around it, waiting for his body to heal itself.

"I told you I can always play rougher." She purred in his ear before ripping his shirt off of him, running her hands up and down his glorious body. "Hmmm." Katherine let out a pleasant sigh as she started to work on his pants, stripped him off.

"Oh stop pouting." She looked back as Damon glared at her, death and anger filled his blue eyes. "I'm trying to comfort your fragile little dead heart here." She rubbed her palm against his chest, scratching her nails down his skin. "I may even let you call me Elena if you're a bit nicer to me."

Katherine grinned a devil victorious smile when Damon growled and flipped her over and got on top of her. He yanked her lacy bras off of her and took her breast in his mouth, sucking it, biting her nipples before sinking his teeth in her skin. He forced two fingers into her passage and started stroking her, right on her spot while his thumb pressed and circled her clit. Katherine gasped as pain and pleasure rushed to her. Her hands ran down his body, groaned when she felt his hardness through his boxer. She tore the fabric and flicked it off him before wrapping her fingers around his length, stroking him. Damon violently flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach, he grabbed her hips and lifted her lower body up. Katherine cried out as he pounded into her without warning, he pinned into her with a hard and strong thrust, pushing all of his length into her and without hesitance started thrusting in and out of her at a rapid speed, while pushing her hips back to him, rocking her body to meet his thrusts. Katherine rolled her eyes back in pleasure, flinched and moaned loudly as her inner was burning and hurting with his merciless pounding into her from behind. She came closer and closer to the edge as she felt her muscles tightened, her stomach twisted, her limbs weakened. Suddenly he pulled out of her entirely, Katherine opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder in shock. Damon threw her a cruel smirk, spanked the side of her ass and rolled over to lie down on his back.

"What the fuck?" Katherine panted heavily as the fire in her screaming, her inner walls contracting, squeezing, urging for a satisfaction, a release that was cut off in the middle.

"The point is to let you know what you can't have, Katherine. In this case, best fucking you ever have, or never have." He smirked and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, walking to the bathroom.

"You sick fucking bastard." Katherine hissed, furiously as her whole body was still screaming and shaking from the sensation he had created.

Damon opened the bathroom door seconds before he was pinned up against the wall again, Katherine pressed her body to him, lifting her leg so she could slide his still hard cock into her again.

"Finish it." She greeted through her teeth, trying to control herself and kept him under her grip.

"Beg." He smirked and moved his hip forward, arching into her wetness then stopped.

Katherine growled and sunk her finger nails deep into his skin. Damon started to slide out of her, painfully slow. She let out a frustrated groan, lapped him hard across his face. "Please. NOW! You fucking asshole!"

Damon licked the blood on the corner of his mouth and smirked back at her before turned around and crushed her back against the walls and started to thrust into her again. Katherine moaned out loudly when she felt her walls clammed around his hardness again, feeling the friction he was creating inside of her rushing through her body when he hit her spot over and over again. Damon bit into her breast, leaving bite marks all over her body, drinking blood oozing out from his bites. He forced one last hard thrust into her and emptied himself into her. Katherine's eyes rolled back into her skull as she reached her climax and waves of pleasure shooting up from the core of her body to her head, sending her to that hazy state that she was craving for.

Damon pulled out and let her slid down the wall, sitting on the floor and stepped into his shower, blocking her out as Katherine started to spit out cursed at him.

"Where are you going?" Katherine asked when she left the bathroom, staying nude, walking back into his bedroom and saw Damon was throwing clothes into an open suitcase on his bed.

"Aren't you supposed to leave after getting a good fuck?" He said bluntly, not even looking at her.

"You're leaving town?" She picked up one of his boxer and put it on. "Leaving your precious Elena behind?" She lounged on his bed, looking him pacing back and forth between his bed and the wardrobe.

Damon ignored her and kept busying with his packing.

"Where are you going?" Katherine appeared in front of him, pressing her breast to his bare chest.

"Anywhere. I came here thinking I'll rescue your old ass out of a tomb. Since we all knew how it went." He mocked a smile at her. "I'm back on the road, away from this boring little town." He pushed her aside and got to his bed, zipped the suitcase close.

"Don't put this on me, Damon. We both know you're running away from Elena." She walked around to get in front of him, looked at him through her lashes, smiled devilishly. "Good move. You'll just be a third wheel when she's cooing with Stefan. We all know how painful it was the last time it happened."

Damon tightened his jaw, glared at her. He turned around and got to his wardrobe, dropped the towel around his waist down and started putting on new clothes, ignoring Katherine's giggles and hands on his bare back.

"Damon? Are you in here? Can I…"

The two vampires turned around to see Elena peeking her head through his open door. Her eyes turned wide when she saw the almost naked couples in the room.

He eyes fluttered, her heart fell as Elena fell tears started to form in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I thought … Sorry." She stuttered and shut the door before running down the hallway, trying to get out of the house.

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