Chapter 1:

"Come on, Elena, you have to get over here! There's someone here you need to meet!" Caroline laughed at the other end of the telephone, and talked to someone that probably was sitting next to her. "I don't know, Care, I'm really not up for it..." I said and put my green diary on the table beside my bed. I had been writing in it, when Caroline had called me and asked me to come to The Grill, as fast as possible.

She knew I had been sad for the last couple of days. But something told me I had lost the discussion already. If Caroline wanted something, she usually got it. And maybe it would be a good thing to get out?

"Come on! It'll be fun," she said. I sighed.

"Okay then. I'll be there in 15 minutes," I said, giving in to her request.

"Great!" And then she hung up. I threw my cellphone on my bed and put on some normal clothes – a pair of jeans, a blouse and a blazer. I quickly applied some standard make-up. I didn't want to look like the wreck I was feeling like. Then I put on a pair of high heels, grabbed my phone and went downstairs. "I'm going to The Grill. I'll probably sleep at Caroline's. See you," I yelled to my aunt Jenna. She didn't answer, but I didn't really care. I started walking towards The Grill.

I felt like doing something stupid tonight. I felt like getting drunk, and maybe go home with someone. I hadn't ever done something like that. Maybe that was exactly what I needed? Wasn't that what Caroline always told me? The best way to get over a guy, is to get under a new guy. Well, maybe it would work. Why not give it a shot?

My name is Elena Gilbert and I'm 17 years old. I'm an completely ordinary girl, except for the fact that both my parents are dead, my little brother is a drug addict, and our guardian is our aunt Jenna. Besides that, I am an completely ordinary American girl. I'm a cheerleader, I go to a completely normal high school, I have two completely normal best friends, and I did have a completely normal boyfriend. I broke up with him after my parents died. Something about my parent's death just changed my feelings for him. But he still remained one of my best friends. The two girls I was talking about, was Caroline and Bonnie.

Caroline and Bonnie was like fire and water. Caroline is the idea of Miss America. She's tall, skinny, has this perfect face, with perfect blue eyes, and her blond hair reminds most people of a princess. She cares a lot about her self, about gossip, about school dances, boys and her friends. Bonnie is a bit more relaxed. Her skin is the same color as a café latte, she has curves and her fringe make her look a bit older than she really is. She cares about her school, her family and her friends. All three of us were cheerleaders, which also made us some of the most popular girls on the school. And of course, I did the mainstream thing, and went out with my childhood friend, who just happened to be the school's star quarterback. Yup, pretty mainstream.

Bonnie and Caroline was indeed two very different persons, but they were also the persons I considered my best friends. They had been there for me, since we were kids, playing around with our barbies and dolls.

Caroline and Bonnie was also the reason I got through my parent's death so easily. They had spend almost all of the summer at my house, eating ice cream, crying and stuff like that. I wouldn't have survived without them. Now we had gotten to the place where Caroline wanted me to start seeing someone again. And apparently there was a guy waiting for me, at The Grill.

I had no trouble finding Caroline and Bonnie, when I arrived at The Grill. They were loud. And they certainly weren't alone. A really good-looking guy was sitting in the same booth. His dark hair looked messy in a very sexy way, and matched his tanned skin. He was wearing a leather jacket, a black t-shirt and black jeans. He looked kind of Italian, and he was strong. You could tell by the way his t-shirt showed his muscles. This would be the person Caroline had been talking about. The person I just had to meet. This could be the guy I was getting drunk with and hopefully going home with tonight. Not bad.

"Elena! Finally!" Caroline waved from the table. I smiled at her and walked to them. Of course the only free seat, was next to the hot stranger. Perfect. As I got near the table, the stranger looked at me. He quickly looked up and down my body, with a very charming smirk printed on his lips. Was I going to be able to make him want me?

"So, what's your name, gorgeous? They never told me you were pretty," he said and moved, so I was able to sit next to him. I smiled and sat down. Didn't seem like it'd be that hard. "My name's Elena," I said and reached out my hand. He pressed it. "Damon Salvatore," he said and grabbed his glass. He was drinking something fancy, not the usual teenage alcohol. The golden liquid in his glass looked a lot stronger.
"Salvatore?" I asked and frowned. Somehow that seemed familiar. "Yeah, it means savior in Italian," he said, still with a very flirty smirk on his lips. I seemed to be right about him being from Italy. And savior? How perfect was that?

"I will go get us a round of shots, then you can get to know each other. Come on, Bonnie," Caroline said and dragged Bonnie with her. They were just leaving me with this Damon. Gee, thanks a lot girls. Matt was working today, which meant Caroline, Bonnie and me were able to buy alcohol, even though we weren't old enough. They didn't really care about our age at The Grill, as long as we behaved ourselves. And that had never been a problem.

"So, you're Italian?" I asked and smiled at him. "No, I'm not. But my father was," he said and smiled at me. "Was? Is he dead?" I asked. He frowned and looked at me, nodding slightly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Don't be." He looked at his drink. He'd lost his parents as well? Maybe only his father? Did he have a mother waiting for him to get home? I quickly shook the thought away. I wasn't going to start questioning him about his parents.

"How come you girls are able to buy alcohol? Caroline and Bonnie told me they were 17," Damon said and sipped his drink, "and you don't look much older. Maybe a year or two." I wondered what he was drinking. "Well, do you see the bartender? That is my ex boyfriend, and one of our best friends. So, he just... Let's us buy stuff," I said and smiled at him, "what about you? What's your trick?" I asked and looked at him. I wasn't sure if he was 21 or not.

"Well, believe it or not, I'm old enough. You girls should really be happy I'm sitting here with you kids," he said and smiled at me. I smiled back. God, he was charming. "Well, I have no idea how Caroline got you to sit with us," I said and leaned back. "Well, Caroline has her way of being... Persuasive." His smirk seemed perverted as he started playing with his glass. Was he interested in me? "Let me guess. She got you over here with her looks, and the alcohol?" I asked, laughing. That was Caroline's oldest trick. She was pretty, and she knew she was attractive to the opposite sex. "Well, no actually. She told me that her best friend would be really disappointed, if I didn't come with them. How could I resist an offer like that?" I felt my cheeks getting red. I was a bit too sober for flirting. Where was Caroline with the alcohol anyways?

"So he's your ex? When did you break up, if I may ask?" he asked, totally changing the subject, and looked at Matt. Maybe considering if it was too soon to be with someone else?

"A couple of months ago. I think he's still getting over it, but I'm pretty much... I've moved on," I said and looked for Caroline and Bonnie. Caroline was flirting with some guy, and Bonnie was waiting for our drinks. Seemed like I was stuck entertaining Damon for a while, before alcohol could help me open up to him.

"So you're basically free on the market?" he asked with a very flirting smirk. I raised both my eyebrows and smiled at him. "Are you flirting with me?" I asked, still smiling. God, was this reality? I hadn't even bothered putting on pretty clothes.

"Well, maybe I am! Do you want me to flirt with you?" he asked and put his hand on mine. I looked at our hands with a smile and then looked into his eyes. Oh my God, those eyes. They were completely icy blue, and somehow seemed familiar. I frowned and moved a bit closer to him, without really noticing what I was doing. I cocked my head. "Have I met you before?" I asked, still going closer. He smiled at me and shrugged. "I don't think so," he said and brushed a strain of my hair behind my ear.

I pulled away from him again, and smiled again, with red cheeks. What on earth was I doing? Way to ruin his interest, Elena! "Sorry, uhm... Your eyes... They just seemed familiar," I said and looked at our hands, his still on top of mine. "Well, someone once told me, that you recognize the eyes of your soul-mate," he said and grabbed his drink. I felt my cheeks getting even more red, and looked towards Caroline and Bonnie. They were coming back with shots and some drinks. I felt relieved and removed my hand from underneath Damon's. It shouldn't be all easy. I wasn't a slut.

"So, I have this brilliant idea," Caroline said, as they sat down. Uh oh. Caroline's idea's always involved a lot of alcohol, and sexual stuff. Why did it feel like she was trying to get me closer to Damon?

"Well, do enlighten us," Damon said and finished his drink. "Let's all do 5 shots, and then play truth or dare!" she said and reached out for a few shots. Truth or dare? Really, Caroline? Truth or dare was something you did in 5th grade. Didn't she know that Damon wasn't a kid like us? He was at least 21. Just how old he was, he never told me.

But he somehow seemed to like the idea of playing truth or dare. "It's a good way of getting to know you," he'd said, and smirked at me. God, he was charming.

Everyone took five shots each and looked at each other. As I started drinking the shots, I felt Damon's hand near my knee. When his hand gently touched my thigh, I felt a tingling sensation spreading through my body, starting at the place where he'd touched me. I liked that feeling. As we all did the five shots, I smiled. This night was going to be fun. I felt the alcohol in my blood right away. I wasn't drunk yet. But I planned on getting really drunk, and maybe going with Damon home, but I needed more alcohol to be really drunk. I wouldn't be able to go home with him, sober. Somehow, it didn't seem like the alcohol affected him. He stayed pretty sober. How was he even able to do that? He'd done almost double as many shots as I, and I was feeling drunk.

It was fun, playing truth or dare. At the beginning it was simple questions. We found out that Damon was 22, and that both his parents had died. But in the end we all got pretty drunk. And that was where all the nasty secrets started flowing. Caroline told us about her and Joshua from our Spanish class in 9th grade, doing it in his dad's bed. Bonnie told us about the time she kissed 14 boys at a party. There was some things I really didn't knew about my two best friends.

"Elena! Truth or dare?" Caroline asked, as she handed me a shot. "Dare!" I said and did the shot. I was pretty drunk, and I was on to anything. "Kiss Damon, with your tongue, for at least 1 minute!" she said. "Fine by me! I don't mind kissing a beautiful girl," Damon said and looked at me. I shrugged and pressed my lips against his. His tongue licked my lips, as I opened them and let his tongue enter my mouth.

I have never been kissed like that before. His hand cupped my face and pulled me closer, as the kiss got more intimate. How could he be 22 and that good at kissing? He seemed like someone who had had a lifetime of practicing. I felt my heart rate go up, as the kiss got deeper, and I moved closer to Damon, almost sitting in his lap. I wanted to do more than just kiss him. I wanted to go all the way with him.

"Oh my God, get a room!" Caroline said. Even though I didn't want to, I pulled away from Damon and looked into his eyes. They were really familiar. Where had I seen those beautiful eyes before? "You wanna come with me home?" he asked, and looked at me as though Caroline and Bonnie weren't here anymore. I nodded. Maybe we could continue what Caroline had started, back at his place.

"Ladies, we're gonna go. I hope you have a wonderful evening," Damon said, as we stood up. I staggered and grabbed the table. Maybe I'd had a bit too much. Damon quickly got next to me, and gently grabbed my arm, so I wouldn't fall over. I smiled at him, as we walked towards the exit. My heart was beating faster than ever. This guy was amazing.

As soon as we were outside, he lifted me, bridal style, and started walking. "What are you doing?" I asked and laughed. I always got a bit silly, when I got drunk. And I was definitely drunk at that moment. Drunk and horny. "I am carrying you to my car, 'cause clearly you are way too drunk to walk," he said and smiled to me, as he walked towards a car. I giggled. "Are you going to drive while drunk? That's not a very good idea, Mr. Salvatore!" I said, and tried to get down from his strong arms. I was sober enough to know, that drunk driving wasn't a good idea. "Well, I don't care, miss Gilbert, 'cause I can't die. So you're coming with me, whether you want or not," he said and tightened his grip around me. "What? Of course you can die..." I said and put my arms around his neck. He clearly wasn't going to let me go, so what was the point of fighting against him? He was a lot stronger than I would ever be.

"Nope, no dying for me. I'm pretty sober anyways. Now, you're going to sit in the seat next to me, and be all calm, while I drive to my place," he said and place me in his car. It looked old, in the classy way. A camaro. The 1969 model, as far as I was concerned. Very classy indeed! "Can you guarantee that I don't die on our way back to your home?" I asked and put on my seat belt. "Of course, I wouldn't let you die. Just relax. I live pretty close to here," he said and turned on the car. I shrugged and leaned back in the seat, a little too drunk.

He wasn't kidding. We drove for less than 5 minutes before he asked me to get out of the car. I drunkenly took off my seat belt, and tried walking towards the house. I felt my knees give up and expected to hit the ground. But I didn't. Damon had caught me. "Now, let me carry you to the house," he said and scooped me into his arms. "Okay, then," I said and put my arms around his neck again. It was a strange way to carry me. Somehow, he seemed like he was afraid of hurting me.

"You were right," I said, as he opened the front door, and went inside with me in his arms, "you didn't kill me on our way here. I don't get how you managed to drive while drunk. I can't drive when I'm drunk. Hell, I can't even walk." He ignored me and started walking up some stairs. As he put me down on the bed, I didn't let go of his neck, but pulled him with me into bed. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. That fantastic feeling of being kissed. Like, really kissed.

"Well, someone's eager," he said and laughed as I snuggled close to him. "Eager? What do you mean?" I said and looked at him. I really had too much to drink. "Would you like me to kiss you again?" he asked and smiled at me. "Of course. You're an amazing kisser," I said and looked into his eyes. They were blue, amazingly blue. Where had I seen those eyes before? I was sure they were familiar. "Damon, are you sure I haven't seen you somewhere before?" He frowned and looked at me. "Yes, I am sure. Now, let's use those lips for something else than talking," he said and pressed his lips against mine.

I put my hands around his neck and he quickly got on top of me. Without breaking the kiss, he started taking my clothes off. If I had been sober, I probably would have stopped him, but I wasn't sober. I was drunk as hell, and I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted to do something stupid. All of my life, I had been this good girl, dating her kindergarten love. But this, with Damon, was new, fresh and exciting. Somehow, he seemed dangerous, but he also seemed to actually care about me. Perfect for a change. And this was just what I needed.

All of sudden he stopped and started stroking my hair, carefully as if he was afraid of breaking me. I was in my underwear. Thank God I'd been wearing a matching set of lace underwear. "You're so beautiful, Elena... And I don't want to do this right now. But I need you to believe that we had sex. We had amazing sex, you're glad we did this, and now you need sleep," he said and looked into my eyes. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, happy and completely satisfied. Memories of us having sex started popping in to my head, as I looked into his beautiful eyes. I yawned, got under the cover and smiled at him. "You're amazing," I said, kissed him and drifted off to sleep. Damon was amazing. Why hadn't he been the one I'd known since forever?

-Damon's point of view.

I smiled as Elena fell asleep and walked downstairs. I didn't bother putting my shirt on. I couldn't believe how easy it had been to make her go home with me. She had seemed to want to have sex with me, even though she didn't know me. Well, that was what she thought anyways. I smiled at my own cleverness as I poured my self a glass of bourbon.

She had been a lot different from the last time I saw her. And from the time before that. Some day, she would get to remember all that stuff. But right now I really needed her to believe that she had just met me, and that we had spent all night having sex. Or else my plan would never work.

I sat down on the couch and looked at the flames dancing in the fireplace. It had been amazing, kissing her. Nothing like I'd expected. Actually, I hadn't expected it to be much different from kissing Katherine back in the days. But it hadn't been anything like that. Katherine had only wanted my body, the sex, my obsession. It wasn't anything like what I'd felt when my lips had found Elena's.

I shook my head and emptied the glass of bourbon. I wasn't going to think about all of this. She was going to hate me within the next week. She was bound to. What I was going to do to her, wasn't pleasant at all. I sighed. Maybe I should just go up, and really have sex with her. It wasn't like I was going to get the chance again. But no. If we were to have sex, it had to be real. It had to. I wouldn't want it any other way.

I put the glass on the table, and walked back to my bedroom. Elena was still sleeping, clutching the spare pillow. I smiled at her, and removed my jeans. She obviously needed someone to hold her. That person could be me.

I got in next to her, and gently got the pillow out of her firm grip. She muttered, sounding very unsatisfied, until she found my bare chest. Then she put her head on it, and wrapped an arm around my abandon. I wrapped my arms around her, remembering that this might be the only night I got to hold her.

So here's the first chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it!
What do you think Damon's plan is? And where has Elena met this mysterious man before? Please, let me hear your thoughts!