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Summary: Elena Gilbert is unknown to Stefan Salvatore's lies and deceit. Damon Salvatore is prepping for the revenge that he owes his brother and yet it turns out completely different from what they all had planned.

~Prologue~

Elena laced her fingers with Vickie as she stared at the man from across the way. He was alluring, bright, and beautiful. He reminded her of a Greek god and a faint blush come forth along her flushed cheeks as she watched him crossed the school yard. He was walking up to Vickie's ex, Jeremy Gilbert. They were friends, well acquainted and Elena couldn't help but grow jealous of the blonde that was hanging on Jeremy's arm, making him laugh. And when The Greek God approached them, she was seething. He was laughing, cracking jokes, shaking his head at the blonde as she wagged her finger at him. She was saying something that she couldn't make out from where she was.

She was sitting on the edge of Vickie's car, rubbing her thumbs over their entwined fingers as Vickie placed the cigarette to her lips, inhaling on it. Her leg was dangling from the car, lifelessly as she smoked. Her brown eyes glancing ever so often at the blonde, looking her up and down before back at her ex then towards Elena, before shrugging as if settling and Elena hoped that wasn't what Vickie was doing.

Elena and Vickie had been friends way before she and Jeremy got together. And the only reason why Elena and she were together and not they was because Vickie announced that she liked women and not just any random woman. She liked Elena more than just friends.

Elena was shocked at the confession since it had happened through Vickie drunk texting her after her breakup with Jeremy. It seemed she was too nervous to ask her out sober so decided it was best to do it drunk, quite shit faced if you asked her.

"Baby, are you okay?"

Vickie grunted, shrugging, puffing on the cigarette once more, and casting her eyes down. She was shamed that Elena had caught her staring at Jeremy again and the blonde.

"No, I hate that bitch. She's been all over Jeremy since I dumped his ass. I mean yeah, she's rebound but come on. She's bouncy and too loud. I heard her in Alaric's class. Her voice just makes me want to punch her in the vadge."

Elena burst out in laughter at her girlfriend's slang.

They had been best friends since diapers and their mothers had not found it odd for them to be finally dating. There had been times where Elena's mom would catch Elena and Vickie in tighter embraces before they became an item. Vickie's mother suspected her daughter's homosexuality but believed it was her own drinking that made her imagine the whole thing. None the less, they were both okay with it and said nothing. Both drunk harder and indulged in their own problems since their daughters seemed quite happy with each other. And once they released the news, it had spread around school faster than anything. They had become the talk of the school and that was it.

Vickie was Elena's first girlfriend as was Elena to Vickie. Vickie had men. She wasn't a virgin, but once she realized her feelings were deeper for Elena than just friends. She had to say something and once the question was asked and then answer, it hadn't been the same.

They held hands during school, snuggled during lunch, kissed when passing through class and groped each other when alone and didn't care who saw or said what about them. It was just them.

They were girlfriends with a deeper meaning, with an understanding that no one could process. They could be best friends and lovers at the same time without any issues. It was perfect.

"Vic," Elena grabbed for Vickie's cigarette, sliding off the car to face her fully, her eyes falling away from the Greek God before her to focus on her girlfriend. She could tell she was in one of those moods and decided it was best to handle it before it got out of control. Vickie was known to face problems and things that bothered her head on before anything else. She was quite impulsive. "I love you, okay? Forget the blonde girl and focus on me." She grabbed for her other hand as she held the lit cigarette in her fingers, leaning up on her tennis shoes to brush her nose against hers, casually letting go of the cigarette, hoping it fell to the ground. She hated it when she smoked.

Vickie's facial expression soften, rolling her eyes soon after. "See if you weren't so cute. I'd dump your ass."

Elena shook her head, slowly moving her lips against Vickie's catching her in a quick kiss before pulling away to speak. "And then you'd call me crying because you lost this amazing girlfriend." Elena nodded, biting her bottom lip.

She could hear whistles and such behind her, but ignored the whole thing, except she couldn't help but wonder if The Greek God was watching them, watching her. She wondered what he was thinking about and hoped that he had enjoyed the sight.

The thought of him being turned on from her kissing Vickie's lips was causing her to tremble, just a bit. He wondered what he would say to Jeremy and the blonde girl that Vickie loathed and just to make sure it was something to talk about. She kissed Vickie's lips again before Vickie could open her mouth to reply.

She pushed herself against Vickie, standing between her gapped legs as she parted her lips to kiss her passionately. The man she couldn't stop thinking about was fueling the kiss and she hoped Vickie couldn't see through her mask. She wanted her guise to be perfected, even though that man was amazing, she knew she would never be able to get him and she loved Vickie too much to hurt her.

Vickie slid off the car, wrapping her arm around Elena to pull her closer towards her, pressing their bodies together, bringing both their hands around to grab Elena's ass, moaning in her mouth as she felt how firm it was.

They had been dating for two months. It was near spring break and Elena's mom was planning on going out to Florida. She wanted a break from her sorry excuse of a life, in her own words, and knew Elena was old enough to stay in the house by herself. While her mother was gone, Elena hoped and loved the fact that Vickie was coming over. She was frighten and excited at the same time. She wanted to have sex with Vickie, or whatever two girls did together, because Vickie was experienced with sex and Elena was not.

It would make more sense to her to lose it to a man, but losing it to her best friend, to someone that understood her sounded better. She could live with knowing that she lost it to someone she would never end up hurting in the end. She knew that.

She heard whistles as people passed, wanting a closer look. She pulled away from Vickie, sucking on her tongue as Vickie liked it to have an excuse for her exit.

Vickie whimpered, tightening her grip that she had on Elena's ass before rubbing her hands up and down along the back of her jeans before sliding them into her pockets. She tilted her head; her brown locks falling to the side to stare into Elena's mud eyes.

"I don't know why some guy hasn't snatched you up yet. You're perfect, love. We've been best friends since we were young and tonguing buddies for a couple of weeks now. I don't want to rush you, but once you break out of that shy shell of yours. You'll be some sexy hot vixen that everyone wants to fuck."

Elena rolled her eyes, leaning forward to kiss Vickie on her nose. "Oh shut up, that's not true."

Vickie shook her head, removing her hands from Elena's ass to grab onto her face, holding her still as she straighten her head to look even deeper into her eyes. "You've always been there and anybody be stupid to not want you."

Elena smiled softly, a faint blush forming on her lips as she thought of the Greek God. He had short spiky brown hair with beautiful forest green eyes. She could lose herself in them if she tried. And she wondered, with all the times they past in the hall, why hadn't he glanced at her? Was it because she was too tall? Was she awkward looking? She knew she wasn't pretty than most of the girls, but she wasn't a total eye sore. She caught looks from some guys and she hated it wasn't from him.

Vickie rubbed her thumb over Elena's cheek. She could see the small emotions running through her expression and it pained her. "I love you as a best friend and a girlfriend. I don't care if one day you decide to leave me for a man. I want you happy. Me and you, forever, love."

Elena opened her mouth to protest. She wanted to tell Vickie that she would never leave her; because she honestly believed down to the deepest part of her that she wasn't much of anything. Who would want someone as her?

But Vickie shushed her, kissing her on the lips with intense passion that made Elena swoon and her knees buckle. She kissed her back with the same passion that rippled through them both.

More whistles were heard and more people stopped to stare, but the two didn't care.

Vickie knew that she'd love Elena and be there no matter if they didn't survive as partners.

Elena knew she'd never try and hurt Vickie. She didn't want to be added on the list with Vickie's abusive father and her alcoholic mother. She didn't want to be hope for her only to be torn away.

And once they separated to get in Vickie's car to go home. They had amounts of papers to do and icecream and such to eat. Elena turned and kept her eyes on The Greek God and couldn't help but imagine herself with him. He was so handsome and so tall and hoped that her feelings for him would go away.

It wasn't cheating to think, but it was cheating to do things she wanted to do to him. The things that she had learned from Vickie from what she had done with Jeremy.

Elena Pierce hated cheaters. Her father was one and left her mother for someone younger, bustier and Elena couldn't stand or know the man since this all happened before she turned four. But she was strong by her belief.

She didn't do lies and she couldn't stand deceit and yet she believed down to the deeps of her soul that Vickie would leave her for someone else.

Okay, it's short. I know this, but I needed to get this out of the way to make way for the rewrite of Paging Dr. Salvatore, yeah you heard it right.

I've decided, since I just had a birthday not to long ago, that I wanted to take my writing seriously. It's what I've always wanted to do since I was little and once I wrote my first poem in the seventh grade. I want to perfect my writing, make it professional, but still keep a self of sense. So, while reading all the Delena work, my own, I realized it was crap. Yes, I put my all into it, but I didn't push myself to make it better and most of you let the errors slide because you didn't want me to stop and I thank you for cutting me some slack, but seeing all the 'Your' when it was supposed to be 'You're' upset my eyes.

When I wrote the last chapter, I wanted to quickly finish the story, but stopped because it wasn't fair to the readers who read it from the beginning so here is the rewrite.

I had a break from Delena once TVD, in my opinion, made Damon unlike himself, but I was so used to season one Damon that I didn't try to understand his character growth. But with this story, I want the characters to come alive. I like reading stories that seem real. There is no way two brothers can fall in love with the same girl for the same reasons. Everyone has different tastes and I want to bring that out in this story.

This is the first chapter of the story and I will continue, working my hardest on it so you all can enjoy it as I have been planning it. Most of what happened in a PDS will stay the same, but I will try to keep the main points; Stefan was cheating. Elena cheated back. Damon and Elena became close, fell in love, got pregnant and continue the tale from there.

I do hope this right here, the prologue explains Elena as she was younger so once I write her older, you can see her insecurities grow with her as she does.

I apologize for the ramble and do hope you enjoyed this piece. I have also decided to rewrite some of the other Delena stories that I've written. Just the way you are will be looked over and fixed before continuing.

Sincerely, with a lot of love, Dom