I don't own any of the characters or anything. This is an All Human AU. Delena.

If I show you, get to know you

If I hold you just for today

I'm not gonna wanna let go

I'm not gonna wanna go home

'Cause I'm for real, are you for real?

I can't help myself, it's the way I feel

When you look me in the eyes, like you did last night

I can't stand to hear you say goodbye

- 4 Real by Avril Lavigne


SUMMER 2011

It wasn't abnormal to find Damon Salvatore at a night club over the weekend—but since it was summer, he found himself more drawn to the pulsing music, drunk people, dancing crowds, and the overall excitement of the flashing lights. He was a heartbreaker—a player, a ladies' man. But it was almost as if he led two separate lives. There was his private life that was filled with women and booze then there was his job—teaching.

Twenty-nine year old Damon Salvatore was a history professor at one of the most prestigious private universities in the state of Virginia. It was rare for a man at his age to find such a secure and respected job in the education industry. He loved it. When he was still in school, he was ahead of his class, skipping four grades, thus graduating high school at the age of fourteen. His father had always expected him to take the family business—a very successful one at that. With a mind like his, he could take the business to so many different levels. But that wasn't what Damon wanted. He didn't want to take after his controlling bastard if a father. So he became a college professor.

He was known to be a very good teacher, too. But most of his students were aware of his activities outside of the classroom and he found that many of his female students tried to get it on with him. But he refused to have an affair with his students—keeping work and private life separate. However, he still liked toying with those girls—not literally or physically, of course. He would deliberately flirt back, making them believe there was something going on when there wasn't.

If he wanted sex, he would pick a girl up properly.

He hadn't come to this club to get stuck upon one girl. He didn't come to meet Elena Gilbert. But things happen for a reason.

She was enjoying her summer off of school—the university Damon Salvatore taught at. Okay, so her definition of fun wasn't sitting at the bar of a night club all alone. She wasn't much of a night club type of girl anyway—not anymore that is. Caroline and Bonnie had dragged her to the club to have fun and forget about Stefan, her ex boyfriend as of this morning. She and Stefan had been dating for over three years—it had always been on and off for them but this time was different. This time, he had cheated on her with his ex, Katherine.

So after her friends decided they would party all night, she decided they were right. She needed to relax and forget Stefan. She needed to live a little.

But now, she was starting to regret it. Bonnie and Caroline were some where in the club dancing and making out with guys while she sat sipping a beer.

"Did it hurt?" She heard someone murmur huskily into her ear. She all but jumped out of her seat, but couldn't help but feel turned on by just this man's velvet voice. Her neck snapped around to find the bluest eyes she had ever seen staring into hers. His eyes were so captivating and she couldn't help but feel so lost in them. She then noticed his features and could feel the heat on her cheeks, God, he was beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous.

"I…" She gulped. "Did what hurt?" She blinked, breaking out of the trance.

Damon smirked and seated himself down beside her. "When you fell from heaven."

Automatically, Elena burst into laughter. She was flattered, but that had to be one of the lamest pick up lines ever. "That was incredibly cheesy." She teased.

He laughed too then shrugged. "So? It worked." Damon winked at her.

Despite the butterflies in her stomach, Elena felt more confident. "It did." She agreed. "Have any more of those?"

"Plenty." He grinned at her.

"But I'm interested in why someone as beautiful as you is sitting here all alone."

"I'm not alone anymore." She pointed out.

Damon smirked, nodding. "Not anymore." He repeated.

"My turn to try a cheesy pick up line." Elena said flirtatiously, shocked at her own boldness.

"Yeah?" Damon leaned in.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but is your name… Ian?"

He smirked, leaning in and pressing a soft, slow, teasing kiss to her lips. "Damon." He corrected pulling away.

Elena was left breathless, still shocked at her own behavior, and completely lost in the kiss. She felt so attracted to him—she was drawn to him and he brought something different in her; this energy and boldness. Adrenaline. "Damon." She repeated in a whisper and a smile. "I'm Elena." She added.

"Beautiful name." He replied, smiling.

"Are you single?" He asked bluntly. Sure, she was flirting with him and they had already kissed but he wanted to make sure she wasn't anyone else's. There was something about her. Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but she was amazing. She wasn't like anyone he had ever met and he barely knew her. They had this connection that he couldn't explain and he felt like he was being pulled towards her.

"Yes." Elena answered without hesitating. "You?"

"Totally single." He grinned, ignoring the fact that he had told a girl not too long ago that he wanted to take her home.

"Good." Elena found herself saying then blushing. "Do you live around here?" She asked.

"I do. Would you look to see?" He offered, raising his brows and winking at her.

Elena blushed deeper. "I'd love to." She nodded. Wait, did she just agree to let this man take her home? What was happening to her?

"Great." Damon grinned, getting up and offering her his arm.

Elena stood up and told hold of his arm, bringing her body close to his—enjoying the smell of his cologne. She had almost forgotten about Bonnie and Caroline who caught Elena walking out of the club with a mysterious hot guy. But they weren't the only ones watching the two, many people turned their heads to watch them as if they were the 'it' couple. Their spark was clearly visible.

The second they were inside his apartment, his lips crushed into hers, his hands wandering around her body.

Elena moaned as he pressed her against the wall, kissing down her neck. Her legs hooked around his waist, hands wandering beneath the cloth of his shirt to explore his muscles. Retrieving her hand, she began to tug on the shirt, wanting it off. He pulled back, the lust in his eyes, pulling his shirt off then going to undo the zipper at the back of her dress.

While they continued undressing each other, they ended up sprawled across his bed, wrestling. Elena Gilbert didn't do one night stands but for some reason this was different. There was something different about Damon.


Elena was warm and comfortable—she felt as if she truly belonged here. Wait, here? Where's here? Damon. Last night. She had met him at the club and had sex with him. What the hell was wrong with her? She barely even knew him. She had expected him to be lying beside her but he wasn't. She was all alone in the bed. Slowly, she began to sit up, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful." She found Damon walk into the bedroom with a tray full of food—breakfast. He winked at her before making his way over to set it down in front of her. God, he was perfect and he didn't even try. Damon had decided to go shirtless… clothes-less even. The only thing he was wearing was boxers.

Elena cleared her throat. "Hi." She smiled shyly at him then looked at the breakfast. "Oh my god, you really didn't have to do all this…" She said, running a hand through her dark hair and blushing.

"I wanted to." Damon replied simply, sitting down across from her.

"Thank you." She smiled at him before reaching for his shirt and pulling it over her head.

Damon grinned, quite obviously pleased at that. "You're welcome."

"Did you make all of this?" Elena asked him as they started to eat.

Damon nodded, "What do you think?" It was the first time he had slept with a girl and made her breakfast the next morning. What kind of effect did this woman have on him?

"It's amazing." She said after swallowing.

"Thanks."

Elena nodded. "So what do you do, Damon?"

"I'm a college professor." He answered, "What about you?"

Wait, Damon was a teacher? Elena could tell he was older, but just how older was he? He couldn't be all that old, right? Late twenties, most likely.

"I'm a student, actually. My senior year starts this fall." She explained, not wanting to seem too young compared to him. She was turning twenty two in September.

Damon was surprised to hear that. She was a student? What the fuck. She was perfect—he would actually consider being in a more serious relationship with her but if she was a student… Hell, she wasn't HIS student, right?

"What do you teach?" She asked.

"History." He answered with a smile.

"Really? I'm a history major." She admitted, grinning and taking a sip of her coffee.

Damon returned the grin.

The two just hit it off. Everything just fit. Soon, they were laughing and joking.

"Okay, okay, so you've never had to tell a drunk guy off before?" Damon asked with a smirk.

"No! Why would I need to? I don't hang around drunk guys. Why? I bet you have to deal with women swooning over you all the time."

"Why wouldn't you?" He snickered then shrugged. "I'm not gonna deny that." He smirked.

Elena laughed, rolling her eyes and playfully shoving him.

It fell silent as they finished up the food when Elena noticed how he kept glancing over at her constantly.

She looked up, blushing. "What?"

"I want to take you out." He answered suddenly.

Elena blinked, "What?"

"Me, you, dinner." He clarified with a smirk.

"Oh! … Yes. I'd like that." She smiled warmly at him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Damon looked surprised. "What was that for?"

"Because you're really sweet. Thank you for breakfast." She said softly, their eyes locking together.

"You deserve it." He might not know Elena that well but he already knew she deserved the very best.

Then suddenly, her phone started ringing. Before Elena could reach for it, Damon had gotten up and handed it to her after picking it up off of the dresser.

She looked down at the caller. Stefan. Fuck. Why was that asshole calling her? No. No. No.

She hit ignore and turned back to Damon with a smile. "Sorry."

Damon shook his head, "No problem."

It started ringing again.

"You should get that.. It might be important." Damon finally said after they sat there listening to the phone continue ringing.

Elena nodded, answering it.

"What is it? I'm kind of busy right now. I don't have time for your bullshit." Her tone was harsh. Damon had turned away but was listening to her conversation.

"I miss you, Elena. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Stefan said grimly.

"Shut up. Stop saying that. You aren't sorry." She tried to keep her tone harsh but she could feel her voice shaking. She was breaking.

"Elena… Please. Let's talk about this. Can we meet up? Elena, you know I love YOU. Do you really want to throw away what we had?" Stefan remained calm.

"You're the one that threw it away." She hissed, but she was still cracking. She was giving in.

"Just… Let me explain." He begged.

Elena's jaw clenched, glancing at Damon who was pretending not to listen then down at her lap. "Fine. Just… Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

She ended the call then suddenly got up. "I have to go." She refused to look at him now. She felt torn. But she couldn't pick Damon over Stefan. She barely knew this man. She couldn't trust the fact that she felt something different with him—she had to think realistically. Her life wasn't some fairytale where this new man, Damon would be her prince.

"What?" He got up too, confused. "Why..?"

"We can't be together, Damon." She murmured, taking his shirt off and pulling on her dress in a rush then reaching for her bag, dropping her phone into it.

Then she finally looked at him—though she really wished she didn't. He looked shocked and heartbroken.

"I'm sorry." She said sincerely, getting on her toes and kissing his cheek. "Thank you for the breakfast."


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