A/U- I'm sorry if the characters seem out of character, OOC. This is my first FanFiction, and I'm a HUGE TVD fan! I had this idea ever since I started watching Vampire Diaries, and I have decided to just finally release the ideas and make it into a chapter. I hope you like this!
Disclaimer- Nope, I sadly do not own TVD and if I did I would not be writing a fanfic about them, I would simply make it into reality, and maybe also go and fangirl about Ian Sexyhalder lol.

Chapter One- Blue

The glass clinks against each other as the dark amber liquid is pouring out. The Bourbon has been more than 60 years old. His icy blue eyes reflect the crackling fire in the living room.

Damon Salvatore stands still, sipping his drink as he contemplates his future without Elena Gilbert. When he's not counting the days until Bonnie's impending death, he's thinking of the too-good-to-be-true, Elena. The memory haunts him everywhere he goes. Every day he would mourn the loss of Elena. He misses her annoying little laugh whenever Damon would say something sarcastic, and how when she cries a little vein would pop out on her forehead. He misses the long dark brown hair, and her plain- but gorgeous eyes.

The most effective and guaranteed answer to get Elena back was actualy quite simple, kill Bonnie Bennett, and voila, Elena wakes up and everything would be good in the world. Although Damon was not ready to have to go through the crap of him explaining to Elena what happened to Bonnie. And even so, Bonnie is more useful when she's alive, and she is getting pretty close to Damon's good side. He quickly brushes off the idea of Bonnie dead... For his sake, and Elena's.

He swirls the cup as he sets it down on the almost broken, wooden coffee table. He turns around and goes to walk upstairs when the door opens, revealing Stefan. Damon glares at him and walks past him to go upstairs to his room.

They got into a huge fight together with Stefan a little less than a day ago. Stefan was talking to Damon about how Damon was going to break soon. Damon, with his rising dignity, told him to leave him alone. The superhero Stefan, as usual, kept on insisting at Damon to get him to just admit it. Things got bad, furniture was broken, and a brother stormed out of the Salvatore boarding house.

His anger returns just by looking at Stefan- no- more like being in the same house with him would bring back his fuming anger. The only thing keeping him sane is the thought that Elena is going to be back in his arms soon- 60-70 years soon.

"Damon- look. I'm sorry okay." Stefan admits. After an awkward moment of silence, Stefan finally speaks up again. "I'm going to go and sleep somewhere else tonight, I'll be back tomorrow." and with that, he leaves.

Damon rolls his eyes at Stefan's little "apology". He always has to be the hero, always the one who has to make sacrifices, the one who gets to make the ultimate decision, everyone's friend, the one who everyone feels bad for... Damon lost just about everyone, except for Alaric, of course. They are still tight drinking buddies, but Damon has been pushing Alaric away from him, shutting him out. But other than Alaric, he has really no one. Stefan and he are on the outs, Elena is in a coma, Bonnie is trying to steer away from Damon, Jeremy left to god knows where, Tyler and Matt are definitely not a choice in Damon's handbook on who to be friends with, and CareBear is too judgy.

Where is Stefan even going to stay? The little place he has where behind a shelf of books is liquor storage and a wall with all his victim's names on it? What a depressed little place he has, although, it does fit his brooding personality.

He goes into his bathroom and takes a quick shower before climbing onto his comfy bed. It takes him no less than 5 minutes to fall asleep. And once he was asleep, boy, did he wish he were awake. Flashbacks of Elena and him start hitting him like bombs. He was having a nightmare. Reliving the wedding day, watching Elena die more times than he could count, feeling helpless as he stood there watching her die. The nightmares came before he and his brother stopped talking to each other, but he's never mentioned it to him, trying to keep his pride and all. He could feel the sweat beads forming on his forehead. All of a sudden, he hears his door open.

His first thought is that it's Stefan. He tries to wake up, but he can't. It's like as if someone- or something is forcing him to stay in his sleep. He struggles on his bed, trying to move, but it's paralyzing him. Damon feels a rush of fear striking him. This hasn't happened ever since the wedding day. The time he forced his bleeding wrist into Elena's mouth trying to wake her up, or when he carried Elena to the hospital.

He's moaning and grunting, but nothing comes out. And then it stops. He opens his scared blue eyes with sweat dripping down his face. He looks around in hopes of seeing someone. A black figure stands next to his bed. He scrambles out of bed and vampire speeds to the other side. The figure runs over to Damon. It pushes him on the wall behind him. Damon musters up his strength and shoves the shadowy figure as hard as he can, but the figure barely moves. He can tell he or she was grinning at him. Damon takes his chance and swings at his face, but the figure dodges it and throws him across the room. The whole room shakes from the impact.

"STEF-" Damon tries to scream for Stefan, but the figure covers his mouth, and stabs Damon in the neck with a large needle. It was vervain and a little bit of werewolf toxin. All of a sudden, his vision turns blurry, and he comes crashing down onto the hardwood floor. He makes one last effort to look for whoever it was. He manages to get a glimpse of the person before he gets knocked out. The moonlight provides him a source of light from the window he was under when he fell. His eyes grow large at what he sees.

This person has light blue eyes and jet-black hair.

Okay, so that was it for chapter one! I really hope you guys liked it. And please review! Constructive criticism is appreciated! Thanks for reading, and I will update as fast as my fingers can type the next chapter! Oh and before I go, I'm going to try and make every chapter more than 1,000 characters, but don't count me to it, because I get lazy, haha. Okay bye!
-Angela