A/N: This AU story is filled with drama, suspence, romance and a touch of humor. There will be lots of plot twists, and nail biting suspense. Oh, did I forget to mention Damon Salvatore is human? Hopefully this little story will be an epic journey.
Chapter 1: Kismet
One year. Three hundred and sixty five God damned days; and they better damn well be happy it wasn't a leap year. One extra day and he was liable to kill some one just from the sheer frustration of it all. Hell, he was going to kill some one just for the pleasure it would bring him, if he had to stay in this fucking, snobbishly aristocratic town for another minute. Going on a psychotic killing spree would most assuredly get their attention, and they would have to come to Mystic bum fucked Falls to deal with him. But in the mean time he needed a distraction, something or someone to rescue him from the sheer boredom that was now his life.
He looked at the people milling about, average people with their average lives, some eating with friends or family, a few at the bar drowning their dull existence in alcohol, a few more playing pool, and not a single one any more interesting, or more animated than a corpse. His dinner had been more entertaining than the fine, upstanding citizens of Mystic Falls, and that was saying a lot. He didn't belong here, he had never belonged here, not in 1864, and most assuredly not now. They were going to have to come up with a different plan, because there was no way in hell he could do this, not even for one more day, and most assuredly not for a whole fucking year.
Tossing back his whiskey, he slapped a handful of bills onto the bar to cover his tab, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. He could go to L.A., or New York, either would offer him the shield of obscurity, without him losing his mind to boredom. They would be put out with him, but at least he wouldn't be leaving a trail of bodies scattered around this stupid little town, and sending the fine folks of Mystic Falls into a frenzy. The thought made him smile as he made his way to the exit, bracing himself for the chilly temperature of a cold December night.
Damon could feel the eyes of several women, and even a few of the men track him as he strode across the room heading for the door. He was often pursued by the fairer sex, regularly subjected to elaborate seduction schemes from women who would do anything to snare a wealthy good looking man. He had also acquired the attention of a few women who were certifiably crazy, and then there were the stalkers. But by far the ones that amused him the most, were the women who said they were pregnant, and claimed he was lucky man who had knocked them up.
As he was leaving the Grille a fight over a game of pool erupted, a couple of jackasses stumbled into him. He turned to scowl at them, but some idiot thought it would be a good idea to throw a punch instead. Bad idea, Damon thought as he blocked the punch, and dropped the guy to the floor with a solid punch to his solar plexuses. And just that quickly, the small confrontation turned into a full on brawl.
He would have loved to stay, the entertainment value alone would have been well worth his time, or maybe the chance to work off some of his frustration, but for once his more rational side reared its sensible head, compelling him to stride out the door, and into something small, soft, and warm. His instincts kicked in, and he wrapped his arms around the smaller body, bringing it close to his chest, protecting it from any injury should they hit the pavement.
As his mind raced to construct a sincere apology, his body registered the soft curves pressed into the hard contours of his body, and it responded as if it had never known the carnal pleasures of the fairer sex. He had only ever reacted like this for one other woman, and even that dulled in comparison to this full on conflagration of desire. Heat poured through him, his heart pounded like a run away train, and his body screamed for a release that could only be sated by driving himself into this woman repeatedly. At least he hoped this was a woman wrapped in his arms, for all he knew he could be holding onto a twelve year old boy, and that just wouldn't do, plus he'd have a devil of a time explaining it to the authorities.
Somehow, he managed to pull back just enough to see the face of the person he was holding. He drew in a sharp breath as he took in her features, as he took in her face, Katherine's face, but not Katherine. He would never mistake this woman for Katherine Pierce. When his eyes met her dark chocolate gaze, he went up in flames, and God in heaven, it didn't help when he saw an answering desire blaze to life in her eyes, and her small hands went from clutching onto him to caressing him, caressing along the sides of his ribcage, over the swell of his shoulders, down the muscled planes of his chest. If she didn't stop touching him, like right this second, there was a good chance he would take her right up against the side of the building, then his car, and then, sweet baby Jesus, his world went absolutely dark when she pulled his head down, and slanted her mouth against his in a hungry kissed that obliterated anything that had come before it.
She hadn't wanted to go out. Oh she knew they were all excited, everyone back in Mystic Falls after their final year in college, the start to the next chapter in their lives. There had been backyard bar-b-ques, private family celebrations, and now Caroline insisted that it was their turn to party, celebrate like the young adults they were. Meaning, they'd get drunk, get trashed, and get kicked out of every bar in town, then end up at either the Grille, or back at her place.
She had just wanted to stay home, alone, and allow herself to indulge in one of her rare pity parties. Her parents were dead, gone from her life for the past six years, and she had needed them, so many times she had needed them and they weren't there. Oh sure, she had Jenna, her mother's younger sister, and her Uncle John had even become a somewhat tolerable influence in her life, but they still hadn't been able to replace the void her parents' death had left in her life.
Elena had let Bonnie talk her into going out, to put all her cares aside, all her worries aside, and enjoy her friends, her life for this one night. Bonnie pressed her to be spontaneous, let her hair down, get drunk, and shake what the good Lord had given her. The idea of shaking her ass for all and sundry caused Elena to laugh for several long minutes, but in the end she agreed with her best friend that a change, and some ass shaking would do her good. After all, you only had one life, and only one life time in which to live it, so don't let the moment pass you by became Elena's new world view. And just a few short hours later, they were headed into the grille, a little tipsy
They were full from a decadent dinner, and just a wee bit tipsy from one too many glasses of wine as they headed into the Grille. Tyler, Matt, and Elena's younger brother, Jeremy had completely revamped the Grille after having bought the place a few short months ago. They had created a modern, more hip venue for the rapidly growing college, and young adult population of Mystic Falls, and the surrounding counties. In a few short weeks Caroline, Bonnie and Elena would be opening an upscale restaurant to compliment their thriving gourmet food store. Everything wasn't coming up roses in Elena's life; like the fact that things were still tense between her, and Matt, but on the whole, things were beginning to fall into place. One of the last things left on her to do list, find a good looking guy who made her heart race, her blood boil, and had her throwing caution to the wind.
Laughing at something that Caroline was saying about Tyler, Elena reached for the door handle to the Grille, only to have it violently yanked from her grasp, as a dark haired man barreled into her. She had no choice but to grab hold of him, or risk being flung to the ground in his haste to exit the building. She wondered for a very brief moment if the place was on fire, or maybe a former lover's significant other had finally caught up with him. What little she had seen of him before he barreled into her, would make her second guess being with some other guy, if the possibility of being with him was available.
He didn't apologize, or say anything for that matter, as he pulled her closer to protect her should they fall. Elena drew in a deep breath, and the scent of him damn near drove her to the brink of insanity. He smelled of wood, whiskey, and smoke, he smelled like danger, sex, temptation, and sin. When she felt him pull back a little, she instinctively clutched his jacket tighter, not ready to let him go just yet; she might never be willing to let go.
Elena looked at his face, and drew in a sharp breath. This was what the Devil must surely look like, no one would ever mistake him for an angel, except maybe a fallen one. His features were chiseled, ruggedly sensual, his black hair glossy like a raven's wing, and his soot colored lashes shaded a pair of electric blue eyes that burned into her, setting her on fire. Unable to help herself, Elena allowed her fingers to caress up the sides of his rib cage, over shoulders that she had a strong desire to hold onto while in the throes of ecstasy. Of their own volition, her hands continued caressing him, tracing the muscled planes of his chest. She smiled a slow, secret smile as she felt him respond to her petting, and a voice in the back of her head told her there was great pleasure to be had, if she was daring enough. Elena Gilbert decided that she wanted to be daring, she wanted to be pleasured by this fallen angel whose name she didn't even know. Taking her courage in hand, and sending up a small little prayer, to fate, karma, kismet, or whatever force had brought him here, she pulled his dark head down, and slanted her mouth against his in a kiss that could only be described as totally soul consuming.
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