This is purely about Damon and Elena, I know it may not start that way but in the end its really their love story
What I don't own; I don't own anything related to the vampire diaries, that's CW's business.
What I own; the plot and other additional characters not mentioned in both the book and television series.
Chapter one;
Is she still the one?
He sipped the bourbon in his hand slowly savoring the bitter taste on his tongue. This was the last place he wanted to be, but he knew he'd rather be here than be anywhere else.
He drowned the drink in one long swallow before signaling the half-naked bartender.
'More?' The woman blinked slowly flaunting her boobs in his face.
He stared at her wishing for just one instant he could just be attracted to her, even if it wasn't the earth shattering, knee bending, heart racing type of attraction he felt towards his fiancée of one year but anything, just ant spark would be so enough for him to act on.
Still the gorgeous blonde couldn't steal his attention.
He shook his head at her, 'Just my check.'
She chuckled, 'Being the perfect gentleman I see. Not wanting to get home drunk to your wife.'
He just gave a small smile as he signed the check, not in the mood for any complications than he already was with women. He slid the money to her and got up from the stool. 'It's fiancée.'
Slowly he walked out of the crowded Manhattan bar still thinking of the degree of mess he'd meet at home. Every man who thought he had found true love or his soul mate wanted to be with that woman for the rest of their life. He had found his and nothing was changing that.
Right?
So why did he suddenly feel as though this past months his relationship with Katherine was slowly going from worse to disaster?
He unlocked his car door and slowly drove through the streets of Manhattan praying that he wouldn't puke at the sight of his woman when he arrived home.
The first smell that hit him was the harsh smell of cigarettes- a Metlight to be precise. He'd recognize the smell any day. Partly because he'd smoked a couple of them back in college and they had become a part of Katherine's daily routine.
He walked further into the Park Avenue apartment finding clothes littered on the floor amongst shoes of different colors and other accessories. Ash trays on every available table. All those never moved him, during the last six months, he had already gotten used to that. In fact, he prepared himself for it every time he walked through the door, but when he saw the love of his life on the cream colored couch, the woman he gave his five million dollar ring dozing and snoring lightly, hands still clasped firmly on a bottle of his vintage French wine, his heart fell right in his chest. Nothing could have ever prepared him for that sight.
There lay the woman who made him believe in love, a number one player like him finally decides to settle down and life was throwing punches at him, blows that he found impossible to dodge.
He walked slowly towards her and slowly took the bottle from her hands. She stirred and open those forget-me-not chocolate eyes.
'Damon?'
Even in her drunken state, she managed to make his name sound like liquid sex.
'Baby, I saved some wine for you.' She slowly got into a sitting position wincing when her feet-or rather when her foot, as the other was still clad in a fire red heel- hit the ground.
'God! Is the room spinning or something?' she held both hands to her head.
Damon ignored the pain in his chest and just lifted her up into his hands. 'Let's get you out of these clothes Kat.'
He was halfway to their bedroom when he heard her mummer, 'You're no fun anymore.'
Damon sighed and wished to hell he could tell her the same thing.
He placed her on the queen sized bed and took a moment to stare at her, recalling the first time he met her she was in her final year in Columbia University and as one of the most fashionable bachelorette in New York, attended the prestigious New York Bachelor of the Year Award. Coincidentally, he was to receive the award. But the moment he got up the stage and saw those eyes of hers and her trademark mass of curly brown hair, all he wanted to do was shove the award in the nearest toilet and have a word with the goddess in front of him.
He fell hard and fast for her, and so did she or so he thought. He managed to remove her black halter and slip her into a comfortable nightie. She hugged one of the half dozen pillows on the bed when he was through with disturbing her.
'Damon?'
He caressed her hair. 'Katherine.'
'I can't do this anymore.'
His fallen heart rose and leapt for joy, maybe she was finally seeing the errors of her ways. 'Do what babe?'
'This. Me, you. Us.'
Damon's heart fell so deep that he was sure somehow, his digestive enzymes would gladly work on it. He couldn't believe Katherine was doing this to him.
'I don't want to keep hurting, keep hurting…uh my head hurts…..' She gave a lazy yawn and giggled. 'I'm sleepy.'
Those where last words before she closed her eyes as sleep overtook her.
Damon kept staring at her, had she meant what she said? Or was it the alcohol talking? Still everyone knew that a drunk man always had an epitome of truth in every garbage he uttered. Was Katherine really tired of their relationship? Was she breaking up with him?
Slowly he got down from the bed and wondered truly if after all these years together it was right to just call it quits. But the more he thought of it, the harder his heart fell and shattered.
Katherine Amanda Pierce was going to be the death of him, that he was more than a hundred percent sure of.
He was up early the next morning, still thinking about Katherine's words from last night, he dressed slowly for work having the desire of staying back home and relaxing, but he couldn't take that chance, not with the possibility of Katherine repeating her words when she was sober.
Damon strolled into her room expecting to find her still in bed with a hangover, surprisingly her bed was empty and as usual, un kept. He frowned and moved towards the sitting room, which was also empty. The frown left his face only when he saw her balanced on the kitchen dining smoking a wrap.
'Katherine?'
She looked up.
Her chocolate eyes red.
Damon noticed how skinny she looked. Granted she'd always been skinny but the amount of pot and alcohol she had been living on for the past six months made her look like an anorexia patient.
She drew her eyes away from him and sipped her black coffee.
'You called.'
Damon took a seat opposite her. 'Why are you doing this to me?'
She looked up drawing a long breath from the cigarette in her manicured nails.
'Doing what?'
She would have looked innocent if not for the redness of her eyes
'This Kat. It's a nightmare for me to come home and you reek of cigarette smoke. I leave for work and you are still in the same shape. How do you thinh that makes me feel?'
She simply drew in another breath and sipped her coffee.
'Every man wants his woman to feel happy, make him happy and smell all feminine and exotic not take in the smell of alcohol every time he comes near her.'
She sttod up in a flash.
'What the fuck Damon?! Would you just spare me all this freaking crap! This was how you met me and you fucking introduced mme to this fucking joint. So now because you're all grown up, then I should follow suit?'
'We only did drugs when you were in college Kat, everyone did something wild back in college. But guess what? It's all in the past, they are now serious people trying to get through life you should probably do the same thing.' Damon walked toward her, his usually calm voice increasing in both seriousness and anger.
Damon didn't even have time to react before the coffee cup that cost more than he cared to know was flung across the chrome-in-glass kitchen staining the sparkling white tiles on the wall.
'Shut the fuck up Damon! I'm tired on this, I'm sick and freaking tired of all this. I'm not the perfect angel you want me to be! I'm not some fantasy wife you're planning on turning me into. This is me, the coke, the drink, it's all me and I'm not freaking changing because you put this silly piece on metal on my finger.'
She got that all out in one breath, turned around and began walking out of the kitchen past Damon.
Without hesitation he grabbed her arm, 'Don't you dare walk away from me Katherine.'
She yanked it away but he didn't bulge, 'Or what Damon? What are you gonna do, uh? Report me to your father again?'
'What the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell are you?' Now he was frankly surprised, the woman in his arms was not the one he gave his ring, she wasn't the one he fell madly in love with. This was a completely different person.
'This is me Damon.' She screamed finally yanking her arm. 'Stop trying to change me! Just fucking stop!'
With that she spun on her feet and left the kitchen slamming the door after her. Damon collapsed on the nearest chair and ran his fingers through his hair.
Yep. It was confirmed. His relationship was going downhill and the possibility of it getting better was rapidly disintegrating.
Title reference: He's still the one-Shania Twain (1997)