Author's Note: Hello readers, I'm sorry but I'm rewriting this story. The original one didn't really seem to have a plot to it. So, starting now, I'm going to make Difficult to Win, Easy to Lose a collection of Delena one-shots. I have a feeling this version will be better than the original story.

Again, I apologize whoever enjoyed the original version better, but it just wasn't working.

{his one-shot is actually the first chapter of the original story Difficult to Win, Easy to Lose so it will be the same.}

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries...and so on...

Chapter 1

General POV

Elena was pleasantly comfortable on Stefan's lap. His skin was soft against her fingers as she held his face in her hands.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" Stefan mock-scolded, not able to hold a grin from coming onto his face.

Elena grinned back. "It's gazing, and you know it's romantic."

"Of course I do." He said sarcastically, allowing Elena to pull his face down to her own. Right when their lips touched, Damon interrupted, holding a glass of scotch doing so.

"Aw…now? C'mon I'm drinking," Damon complained, emphasizing his words by shaking his glass.

Stefan and Elena pulled apart reluctantly, her shifting off his lap.

"What are you doing here?" Elena complained, annoyed.

Damon spun, surprised. "What, so I can't walk in my own house, drinking? Listen, you little girl. I can do whatever I want."

What he said made Elena shiver, but she replied, saying, "Well, I thought you be at some sorority girl's house. Draining her dry." Elena smirked while she said this. She loved pushing his buttons.

"Stop fighting, you two." Stefan took Elena's hand, rubbing circles in her palm with his thumb.

Elena muttered the word "jackass" under her breath before she was satisfied.

Damon muttered "brat" under his. He turned away from the couple, mindlessly searching through a library of books near him.

"Elena," Stefan teased, "you know better than to aggravate a 'self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities.'"

Elena giggled.

Stefan glanced at his watch. "Oh. I'd better go hunt now. It's getting late."

"Yes," Damon turned back to us, sounding clearly drunk, "'cause you know the bunnies' curfew. And give them my regards."

Stefan pecked Elena Gilbert on the cheek before getting off the couch and grabbing his jacket.

"W—wait," Elena sputtered, standing up and taking Stefan's arm, "don't leave me wi-with that." She desperately gestured to the drunken vampire in the corner, who was watching them, amused.

Stefan gave me a final kiss on the cheek. "He won't hurt you. Right Damon?"

Damon murmured to himself. It didn't really seem like a yes or no.

"You'll be fine, Elena. I'll only be fifteen minutes." Stefan speeded out the door.

Elena, not knowing what else to do, turned back to Damon, who was smirking at her. "What?" she snapped, annoyed.

"Are you gonna run home screaming yet?" His smirk widened.

Elena crossed her arms. "I'm not afraid of you. You won't hurt me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Says who?"

She didn't answer. I just kind of assumed…

Damon went on. "You don't know anything, Elena. I've been around for over 150 years, and I've learned many things. I've had experiences."

Some alarm went off in Elena's mind. Something told her that these experiences weren't good ones. But she remained silent.

"As much as you think you know me, you don't. Do you not know what I am? I drink blood. I drain girls until their dead."

Elena's heartbeat skipped a beat. She knew Damon did these kind of things already, but for him to say it out loud…

Damon had a sinister expression on his face. He knew he was having an effect on her. "But that's not fun enough for me. So, I play cat and mouse. I let them run off; I hear their hearts beating wildly as I stalk behind them. It's more enjoyable that way."

Elena felt a shiver go up her spine. Damon was speaking dangerously calm.

"I cherish their screams. I love how they struggle under me. I ignore their desperate pleas. All of this makes me feel alive." Damon put his glass down and used his vampire speed to get over to her. He was in front of her. Then he appeared behind her. Then he was in front of her again.

"Now," he said menacingly, "if you'd think that I wouldn't hurt you, think again. I can do whatever I want to you."

Damon was circling her mercilessly, hunter to prey.

Elena didn't dare breathe or make any move.

"Like," Damon continued, appearing behind her once again and moving her hair to one side of her face. Elena could feel his hot breath on her neck. It made her shiver again. "This."

He placed a soft but sexy kiss on her neck, and she had to keep from moaning.

Elena's breathing was ragged.

"Shhh…" Damon murmured softly, placing his lips back on her neck.

He smirked inwardly. He was liking this already.

Elena Gilbert was under his control now.

Yeah so this fanfic chapter was exactly the same but ill be posting a brand new one-shot adding to this tonight. PLEASE REVIEW!