A/N: So, this is my new fic ;D The idea came to me as I was talking with my girls at the CW Boards, about Delena of course :P (SHOUT OUT: I love you girls! :D) But anyways, tell me what you think, leave me a review, or a PM, just something to let me know if I should continue or not! ;) 'Cause if you don't review (or PM).. how am I gonna know what you think? I'm not a mind reader :P Though, I think I might be sychic! I can predict the commercials that come on. Hehe :O. OK I'm officially blabbling, like, badly. I'll stop. :D

Jess (:

The beads of water rolled off his abs and down the drain. He moaned lightly, relishing in the hot water which was beating against his chest. He turned the metal shower knobs and slowly opened the door, groaning in displeasure at the gust of cold air that attacked his bare body. His eyes blinked away the droplets still hanging on to their long dark lashes. He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a large beige towel laying on the counter, and draped it around his waist.

Damon walked out of the bathroom to the dark wood dresser that held his clothes, and opened the bottom drawer to pull out a pair of dark wash jeans. He matched them with a short sleeved black v-neck, slipped them both on, and headed downstairs for a drink.

Damon trotted egotistically down the wooden staircase and straight to his mini bar. He hummed a made up tune as he poured himself a glass of bourbon. He had just downed the contents as Stefan's figured appeared in the large room.

"Little brother. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Damon raised an eyebrow and set down his empty glass on the wooden table beside him.

"Damon?" Stefan questioned, turning to look behind him. Damon's brows pulled together in confusion and he walked a few steps towards his brother.

"You ok Steffy?" He chuckled. Stefan continued to look around idiotically.

"Are you serious? Stop fooling around Damon." Stefan stood in the middle of the room, waiting.

"I'm not the one fooling around. I'm. Right. Here." Damon waved his hand in front of his brother's face. Could he not see him? No, of course he could see him. Damon rolled his eyes and walked past him towards the door. "Pretending I'm not here won't help, Stef. Though I never knew you were that good of an actor, props to you."

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Damon pushed open the doors to the Mystic Falls Grill, accompanied by his usual over-confident aura. He was surprised when no one turned to look at him as he strode towards the bar, and even as he sat he didn't get one glance. His jaw tightened and he squared his shoulders.

"Scotch." Damon said to the bartender as he clasped his hands together in front of him.

"Sure coming right u-" The bartender turned around with a confused look on his face. "Who just ordered the scotch?"

"Me." Damon said, looking straight at the bartender. What was up with people today?

"What?" The man looked around him, trying to find out who was talking.

Damon's eyes widened as his brows came together. He really couldn't see him. He got up slowly, letting the realization sink into his mind, no one could see him.. But just to make sure…

He waved his hands in front of everybody he walked past, tipped over their chairs, spilled their drinks, and everybody screamed at each other, not one person acknowledging him as the culprit.

"What. The. Hell." His whole body tensed and he was out of the grill just a second later, leaving a wreck in his path, but that wasn't abnormal.

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"Damon was acting- Weird." Stefan said into his phone. He crossed and uncrossed his legs as he sat uncomfortably on the living room couch. He still didn't feel content bringing up Damon's name when talking to Elena, but he had no other person to talk to.

"Weird how? Remember killing people doesn't count as weird in his books." Elena's response came, in a more than harsh tone.

"He was pretending he was invisible. Running around in vamp-speed." Even Stefan felt silly saying it out loud.

"He's just being an ass. Ignore it." Elena snapped into the phone. Stefan sighed, he should be happy that she hated Damon, but all it showed is how much he can hurt her. How much she cares.

"I'll try." Stefan chuckled, getting up to grab his keys. "So, I'm gonna come over right now ok?"

"With Damon." Elena groaned.

"Maybe. But you did invite him." Stefan reminded her.

"That was only 'cause we were in a very public place" She whined. "Don't let him talk to me."

"Not possible." Stefan hung up the phone.

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"Stefan there's a huge problem." Damon said into the phone, he had arrived at the boarding house just ten minutes ago, after sitting in his car for nearly two hours, thinking. He stood up, agitated, and poured himself his 5th glass of scotch. "You need to come to the boarding house. Now."

"Is it a life or death situation?" Stefan put his car in park and waited for an answer.

"Well n-"

"Then you can find me at Elena's. Bye Damon."

Damon heard the dial tone and slammed his phone against the wooden table. To Elena's I go. He thought before grabbing his keys.

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A knock on the door sounded through the Gilbert house and Stefan jumped from his spot on the couch to answer it.

"Damon?" He asked as he opened the door to meet air. "This again, really?"

"And this just further proves it." Damon sighed, his voice coming from outside. "I'm right here Stef. Right in front of you." He tapped Stefan on the arm as he walked into the house.

"Wha-" Stefan groped the air in front of him trying to get a feel for his brother.

"Damn." Damon grabbed Stefan's hand and placed it on his shoulder. "I'm right here." He said again.

Stefan stepped back in surprise, his dark green eyes widening in shock. "But I can't see you. You're not there. You're- invisible."

"I've been thinking that it's a witch." Damon said. "Probably that certain witch. And I was also thinking-"

But he stopped talking and looked up the stairs as he heard Elena shut her door.

Elena appeared at the top of the staircase, clad in dark blue skinnys, a light gray hoodie over a purple shirt, and a pair of gray boots. She started walking down the stairs, looking ahead of her, but her gaze reverted to Damon.

She stared straight into his crystal blue eyes. She could see him, He thought triumphantly. He wanted to walk up those stairs and grab her, tell her there must be some meaning for the fact that she could see him while no one else could, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare back at her in awe. This wasn't a coincidence.

"Elena." She snapped out of her gaze and looked at Stefan as he talked. "You can see him." It wasn't a question, it was more than obvious.

"Wha- Of course." Her face contorted in confusion as she walked down the rest of the wooden stairs. Her eyes went back and forth between the brothers. "What's wrong?"

"Well I can't. See him I mean." Stefan said slowly.

"No one can." Damon continued. "Except… you." His last sentence came just above a whisper.

"Why is it that I'm the only one who's been able to see you so far?" She asked, expecting the question to go unanswered.

"I- don't know." He sighed. "But you're sure you see me?" He waved his hand in her face just to make sure. She grabbed his wrist and put it back at his side.

"I see you, Damon."

~INSPIRATION (Or what some call- MUSIC!)~

You Found Me - The Fray

Just Tonight - The Pretty Reckless

Scream - Chris Cornell

I Melt With You - Bowling For Soup

Another Authors Note: THANK YOU FOR READING! HOPE YOU LIKED IT! :D