Hi guys! I'm back with a whole new story. It's all human and is definitely not following the story line of either the show or the books. But despite that, I hope you will like it and... happy reading!

PS! This story is rated M because of future references. And because I'm paranoid and warning you. It will involve violence, sex, coarse language and such. So, don't say I never warned you...

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or any of the plot/lines/quotes I might use in this story.

Elena had looked forward to a nice and quiet saturday night with her family - light a few candles and watch some movies. Instead, Caroline and her stubborn ass dragged her to a club just outside town. Elena hadn't drunk a single drop since the accident with her parents, which nearly killed all of them, and wasn't in the mood of doing it now either. She wasn't in the mood to sit on a stool at the bar either, but Caroline being Caroline, there was nothing she could do.

Elena made a mental note of figuring out who invented the best friend card, because it was absolutely stupid.

After a few hours of getting ready and a 20 minute drive to the bar, they were finally there. It was a small and crowded bar, with one long bar table screwed on the wall and bar stools in front of it. The rest of the room were dance floor only. The bar disk was located in the middle, straight across from the door.

Caroline took a hold of Elena's hand and dragged her to the bar, ordering shots. Elena had never been good with shots, and even if she wasn't in the mood to drink, she threw back the shots anyways, only to shut Caroline's nagging up.

After a few shots, Elena could agree with Caroline that she needed this. Everyone around her had told her to let loose a little and take a time out and enjoy life. Even if the time wasn't exactly right, it might help. Maybe this was hat she needed, a girls night out, without any rules or duties.

A few hours and many shots later, they were dancing together with others on tables. Somehow, they had convinced the bartender to get more tables so they could dance on them, and he had happily complied. Caroline and Elena were sharing a table, surrounded by guys checking them up and down.

Elena's eyes roamed around the bar, taking a look at the people, when there was one man in particular her eyes got caught on. He was dressed in all black - black jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket, even his hair and sunglasses were black. Who even wears sun glasses in a dark bar? His lips were pursed into a thin line and he was holding a glass in his hand. Considering the angle of his face, it looked like he was looking at her too.

"He's hot!" Caroline shouted in her ear. Was it that obvious?

"Sure is." Elena smiled, a light bluch crossed her features.

"Oh my. He's coming over. Straighten yourself up, you look like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar." Caroline rapidly slurred. The smell of alcohol radiating from her was not making it easier to straighten up.

"Hello there." Wow, even his voice was something else.

"Hi." Elena smiled as she reached out her hand and shook it, not really prepared when he with a light pull had her falling down from the table. She couldn't tell if it was her bad balance or all the shots she had taken, but she literally fell into his arms.

"Oops.."

"Eady there," he smirked. "I'm Damon."

"Elena."

"Elena, that's a beautiful name."

Blood rushed to her cheeks as she mumbled a thank you. What was going on here? Why is she blushing? It wasn't like Elena was unfamiliar with compliments, she was recieving them on a regular basis. But it was something about this man which drew her in, making her forget everything else. It was scary, but all the while, exciting. No one had ever made her feel like this on their first meeting.

"So, Elena, can I buy you a drink?" Damon asked, showing no indication to let go of her waist.

"Sure." Elena smiled, taking his hand in hers before walking - or rather pulling - Damon towards the bar. She didn't complain about the extra confidence rushing through her body, it was rather nice.

"Bourbon." Damon said to the bartender as he waited for Elena to decide her drink.

"Make that two." Elena said, earning a surprised look from Damon.

"What? Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't handle the heavy stuff."

"Feisty." Damon smirked. Never in his life had he met a girl who willingly drank Bourbon, it was too heavy for most of them. Despite her claiming to 'handle the heavy stuff', Damon was actually curious to see how she would handle it.

As the bartender put two glasses of Bourbon in front of them, Elena took a swing from her instantly. The burning sensation in her throat made her body feel warm and a tingling feeling spread through her belly.

Damon whistled when she put the glass back on the bar and looked at him. He was impressed.

"I told you," Elena started off.

"You can handle the heavy stuff." Damon continued, his eyes glittering with something Elena couldn't quite put a word to. But the way he was looking at her, made her feel sexy and a new wave of confidence rushed through her.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Damon asked her, nodding his head towards the exit.

Suddenly, panic rushed through Elena's body instead of confidence. She didn't know this man, but she wasn't sensing any fear. Which possibly could be a side effect to the alcohol.

"I don't know. I'm here with Caroline, I can't just leave her." It was a pathetic excuse, but it was better than cutting him off completely.

"Ah, the blonde one, right?" Elena nodded. "It looks to me like she's busy leaving herself."

Elena's head snapped to the exit, where she saw Caroline leaving with some guy who looked awfully familiar to Tyler Lockwood. What the hell was he doing here? And with Caroline?

There goes my ride home, Elena thought. How could Caroline do this to her?

"So, what do you say? Wanna get out of here?" Damon could see the panic in her eyes good enough to know she was second thinking leaving with him. "Relax, I ain't some serial killer. And I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you think.

"How about this? We get out of here, but you call all the shots. We do whatever you want, and when you want to go home, I'll give you a ride."

Elena thought about it for a second. How bad could it be? She knew she shouldn't trust everything coming from his mouth. She knew well enough everyone pulled the 'I ain't a serial killer'-card and expected everyone to believe them. And perhaps she didn't believe that when he said it, but she really didn't see how he, or this situation, would do her any harm.

What was she otherwise doing in a bar if not to flirt and have fun? She was doing both, so why did it matter where she did it?

"Okay. Let's get out of here." Elena said, and downed the rest of her drink. "But I call the shots!" She pointed her finger at him, before turning on her heel and made her way to the exit.

She couldn't believe she was actually going to leave with this man. She hadn't known him for more than 30 minutes. Elena could practically hear her better judgement scream at her to get the fuck out of there, alone. But the other side of her, the not so good judgement, told her to go for it. In the end, the latter won.

When she reached the exit, Damon came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "You call the shots." he whispered in her ear before opening the door and guided them both out.

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