Hi Guys!

I'm new here and this is my first fanfiction in english. I'm still learning this language so if you will see any mistakes, please let me know. I will be very grateful. That will be a story about my favorite couple Damon and Elena and they both are humans. I hope you enjoy it :)

The young girl was walking on the street, thinking about her miserable life. She didn't know what she supposed to do. She was feeling dirty, hungry and distraught. But if she had to choose between staying at home with her hateful steph-father or living in the street, she would definitely choose the second option. Though living like this wasn't easy, she couldn't back to the most terrible person she ever known. She sighed and flicked her long, brown hair back. If only she had some relatives in this city... Nobody know Elena Gilbert there. She was just a beggar for all people. Single tear washed over her cheeck. A girl found a small lane where she stayed in and sat down on the ground, leaning against the hard wall. She slept in places like this for the last two weeks. Every time she had to shake with fear because local drunkards accosteted her at night. If only her mother was still alive, her life wouldn't resemble defeat. The girl cringed and started crying.

The loud ringtone woke him up. He moaned, reluctantly opening his eyes. Sunbeams glared him. He cocked his head and reached in his back pocket to pull out his phone. Unsurprisingly he saw a lot of unanswered calls from his co-workers. He sighed and put his phone back, closing his eyes again. He wanted to sleep for the next two or three hours but someone decided to brake his "ambitious" plan. He heard a rap at the door and his mother's furious voice.

"Damon are you there? We need to talk!" she said grimly.

He felt that troubles are coming.

" Come in mom" he replied with resignation in his voice.

The tall woman enetered his bedroom and eyeing him nervously. She looked really pissed off at him.

"What the hell are you doing Damon?! You should be in your company and finish the raport a long time ago!" she scolded him, folding her arms across her chest.

A man rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"Meat must be had, but work may stay." He stood up, started looking for his keys.

"It's not funny. You're bringing shame on our company!" Lily shauted at him. "You were completely drunk when you talked with those journalists yesterday, weren't you?!"

"Please don't be so dramatic mother. It was just a few beers with my friends. It's not a big deal" he defended himself, avoiding her angry look.

"Damon you are on the front page of many important magazines" she briefed him with nervousness.

"I'm famous, isn't it great?" Damon smirked and took the bottle of water. He was thirsty after last night.

"Known as a foolish, young businessman who has only rave parties and alcohol in his head? I don't think so..."

" Okay, I'll look into it soon but in that moment I need some sleep. I've got a headache" he muttered, yawning.

His mother glared at him.

" You are..." she started but he interrupted her immediately.

"I was just kidding. I'm going to our company and you don't have to worry about these magazines because I'll fix it" he promised.

Lily looked at him doubtfully.

"I hope so Damon. Don't let me down again."

"I won't" he replied, coming into his bathroom." See you later!"

When he heard his morher living his house, he caught his breath and pulled out his phone. Next he punched out his best friend's number.

"Damon what's new?" he heard Enzo's cheerful voice.

"Oh you know, a little hangover after yesterday but it's my the least problem."

"Let me guess, your mother blames you for our antics?"

"Bingo!" he heard Enzo's laugh. "I need a little favor..."

"I'm all ears" he said with his British accent.

"Call the press and say a few nice words about your best friend" Damon asked. He heard a loud sigh.

"Okay, I can do it for you" the man agreed.

" Thank you buddy. See you!" He hung up and put his phone back. He always could count on his best friend. Enzo was trusted person.

Damon, as fast as he could, took the shower and wore his black suit. Then he left his house and started to flit across the street. As usually in summer the weather was bright. The man felt warm sunbeams on his face.

"Could you give me some money or food, please? I'm so hungry..." Damon turned back, hearing someone's begging. It was a young, brown-eyed girl who was standing next to the grocery store. He noticed tears and helplessness in her eyes.

"Poor girl", he thought, looking at her dirty clothes. No one should live like that. He could help her but he just turned back, ignoring her imploring look. He was Damon Salvatore, a man known as a person of prominence. He couldn't go round with homeless people. After a few minutes he got throught to his company and came on in. In greeting he saw unpleasant looks of workers sitting at their desks. Damon rolled his eyes, knowing that they were mad at him.

"Oh, the owner in the flesh." Someone spoke up venomously.

Salvatore screwed up his blue eyes, hearing that annoying voice. His aunt, Sara, appeared in front of him, holding two magazines in her hands.

"Sara, "good to see you"." He smirked, seeing grimace on her face.

"Stop mess around and explain me what is that?!" She showed him a big article which headline sounded: "Drunk Damon Salvatore plays with his friends and doesn't care about his company. Is it a beginning of the end popular "Salvatore" brand?"

Damon shrugged his shoulders.

"It's just a stupid article. Who cares?" he asked with superficial indifference, but deep down he started to worry about his futher.

"We all do! Did you know that costs of goods sold tanked in last week? It's because of your excesses! You're 25 and you behave like a injudicious kid!" she snapped at him. Salvatore sighed loudly.

"Chill out! I'll fix it..."

"How?"

He regrouped for a little while.

"Somehow..."

"Damon it's no joke! Your father left you his company in inheritance and you what? He trusted you and you don't care about it!" Sara shauted at him.

Damon lost it the moment she mentioned his father. He loved him and he wouldn't let him down.

"Aunt Sara I'm the main owner of this company, not you, not my mother, just me, so leave me alone and busy yourself with your business!" he spoke up rudely and entered his office, barging the door behind him

Elena raised sight, hearing like someone approaching lane which she slept in. It was dark but she noticed someone's silhouette. It was a raven-haired man who held bottle of some alcohol in his hand.

"Who are you?" He asked when he noticed her in the corner. He came up and eyeing her. "Wait, I've seen you before... You're that girl from the street, right?" he surmised.

Elena nodded head, shrugging her shoulders.

"What are you doing there?" she asked, gazing at him. He looked depressed. "It's not a place for a famous businessman" she added.

Damon raised brow and sat on the ground opposite her.

" You know me?" He wondered.

"Yeah, you're owner of the "Salvatore" company, right? Your mother is a brilliant fashion designer" she admitted, smiling. She used to wear her's clothes when her life wasn't so complicated.

"Thanks..." He looked confused. He felt guilty that he didn't help her when he met her in the street this morning.

"You didn't answer to my question" she reminded, looking questioningly at him.

Damon heaved a sigh.

"I'm just avoiding journalists. If they had seen I'm drunk again, I would have landed on the front page of important magazines" he explained. "And then my mother would kill me..."

" She worries about you..." she said calmy.

"Sure, especially when it comes about money." He sighed.

"She just doesn't want you to soil your brand." Elena looked at him with care. "You have to pick up the pieces and show everyone that you're a responisble man" she advised.

Salvatore looked at her surprisedly. She was only stranger for him but her words heartened him.

"Could you tell me your name?" he asked.

"Elena" she mumbled.

"How come you are homeless?"

He was really curious why this young girl was alone in this big city without shelter.

"Nevermind, it's long story..." she dropped her gaze.

"I'm all ears" he said softly, looking expectantly at her.

Elena sighed loudly. She didn't know why he wants to talk with her but she decided to tell him her story.

"Well, I run away from my home when my mother died because I didn't want to live longer with my steph-father..." she started, gulping.

"Why?"

"Because he was an awful person. He always pretended that he cares about me but after my mother's death he started to treat me like a trash. He hit me and abused me without a reason." A tear washed over her cheeck.

Damon looked at her sympathetically.

"What a jerk!" he bristled."I would like to kick his ass..."

"Me too" she said dully.

"You arrived in LA wiped out?"

"Not exactly. At first I had some money and I stayed in a motel. Then I started looking for a job but no one wanted to employ juvenile girl..."

"You are juvenile?" He looked surprised.

"Yes, I'm 17" he explained and he looked at her with a shock.

"Oh my God, you're so young..." he whispered. Her story overwhelmed him. " For how long are you lived on the street?"

"Two weeks. When my money run out I had to move out and start to live there, begging people about food." Elena dropped her gaze.

"I'm so sorry" he said honestly."You shouldn't live like that Elena..."

"No one should" she whispered, sighing.

"Come with me." The man stood up and gave her his hand.

"Where?"she ask surprisedly.

"To my house. You can move in with me" he proposed.

Huge shock mounted on her face.

"Are you serious?!" She almost squealed.

"Completely serious" he corroborated "But no one can find out about you, okay? It will be our secret."

"Okay" she agreed immediately, grabbing his hand and standing up. She felt that it's her chance of a lifetime.