Chapter 1.

Elena felt the cold gravel crunch below her feet as she walked up the drive way to the Salvatore residence. It was a calm but chilly Friday evening in Mystic Falls and the sky was clear enough to see white specks of stars scattered over a deep indigo sky. She shivered as she made her way to the front door, hoping Stefan had lit a fire in the sitting room that she could warm herself on. She lifted the heavy iron knocker set into the wooden door, but before she had the chance to release it again, the door swiftly swung open.

Damon smirked as he laid his icy eyes upon her,

'Hello Elena', he said with slight smile and a shine in his eyes. Elena could smell the alcohol reeking off him. Great, just what I needed she thought to herself.

'Evening Damon' she said, sternly, 'Is Stefan here?'

'Out getting some Bambi, but you know, I'm sure he won't be long' Damon replied, grinning and sipping on a glass of scotch he was swirling in his hand.

'Okay' Elena she sighed, 'I'll come in and wait'.

She stepped through the door as Damon slowly moved aside. His eyes followed her as she walked past and he drew in a long inhale to smell her sweet scent she left trailing behind. Elena could feel Damon's eyes staring at the back of her. She hated it when he was like this. Although she could be certain Damon would never hurt her, she was still wary of being in a house alone with a drunken vampire; a soulless monster.

She made her way into the sitting room where the grand fireplace glowed. The fire had died down; she suspected Damon was to blame for that, so she threw on a couple of new logs and hoped the dying flames would take to them.

Damon was stood behind her, and deliberately breathed down her neck to startle her. Her body jerked, and she quickly turned to see Damon laughing to himself.

'Would you like a drink Miss Gilbert?' he said, far too sweetly, gesturing to the bottles of liqueur lay out on a cabinet.

Elena rarely drank since the death of her parents, but felt the urge that tonight she could feel less uptight about being responsible. After all she was spending the night there, and Stefan would be back soon to look out for her.

'Gin and tonic, please' She said as she sat down and tucked her legs under herself on one of the old, worn settees. Though they had clearly been in the house for years, Elena could not argue that it was the most comfortable couch she had ever sat on. In fact it almost engulfed her as she sank into it.

Damon fetched her drink swiftly. Though drunken, his speed was still not humanly possible, yet Elena could follow his movements a lot easier than when he was sober. He smiled down at her as he passed her the drink and sat down beside her on the couch. They both stared into the flickering flames, sipping their drinks, lost in thought.

Elena was beginning to feel uncomfortable when Damon spoke up.

'How was school?' he asked, 'I take it my little brother didn't show today?'

'He already told me he wouldn't be there today' Elena replied 'Business to take care of', she said, mimicking Stefan's deep broody voice. Damon laughed at her impression, almost sounding astounded at her accuracy.

Elena looked at her phone, checking the time, and her inbox. Nothing.

'Don't worry about him, he let me know you were coming, so he'll be back soon', Damon said, after studying Elena's disappointed face.

Elena huffed a little sigh, and shifted her weight about. She suddenly felt a cold patch on her leg, and looked down to notice Damon's hand was placed on her calf. For a moment she frowned at it, and looked to Damon's face which was looking straight ahead, his eyes entranced by the flickering of the fire. Damon realized Elena was staring at him; she looked slightly bewildered that he had placed a hand on her, yet she didn't feel uncomfortable or threatened. Just as Damon was about to remove his hand, she quietly said

'It's okay, I don't mind'.

They continued to sit there, Elena still confused about what was happening. Her head was hoping that Stefan would walk in at any moment so she had the excuse of leaping out of the couch and away from Damon's touch. However, her heart felt almost comforted by Damon's slightly caring contact; yet she couldn't understand his notion. Out of urge she placed her hand on his, and wrapped her fingers between the vacant gaps of his own. He turned his hand palm up, and quickly, in one movement, he pulled her to face him.

Elena's heart raced as she was centimetres from Damon's face. He was smiling that cocky smirk, and his eyes twinkled as they pierced directly into hers.

'Damon, what are you doing? Get off!' she said as she tried to free herself from his grasp. Of course there was no use in struggling, for his strength was completely over powering.

Damon smiled and leant forward and locked his lips with Elena's. She was so shocked she shifted backwards almost falling off the couch, but Damon's arm snaked around her waist and forced her into his kiss. His tongue licked the edges of her pursed lips, almost begging to be let inside.

'Damon get off me!' she managed to blurt out as she twisted her face away, 'I don't want this. I don't want you!'

However, Damon persisted, as he slowly stroked up Elena's inner thigh with one of his hands. She hit his hand away as he reached below her denim skirt, shocked at Damon's sudden movements. He chuckled to himself as he watched her try to get free.

'Elena, don't you see? I want you, I want to have you. I know you want me too.'

Elena could smell the alcohol on his breath wondering why Damon was being like this. Once again he pushed her into a kiss. However, this time he loosened his grip on her and stroked her face as he slowed his kiss and ran his fingers through her hair. Elena, so shocked at the sudden change in mood, she began to feel her lips tingle as Damon gently kissed them, allowing them to part, and to meet his tongue with hers. She suddenly lost all sense of surroundings, and found herself enjoying Damon's embrace.