Hey guys!

This is Chapter One of my new story, The Bodyguard. I hope you enjoy it!

It's AU (Alternate Universe) and AH (All Human).

In this, Elena's dad is alive and a politician, and Damon is a bodyguard.

I hope you enjoy!

Please Review!

~Katia

If there was one thing Elena Gilbert hated more than anything else in the world, it was being treated like a child. That was why she always preferred her father to her mother. He treated her like an adult, even when she had been eleven years old. However, by some twist of cruel fate, now her father was the one treating her like a child.

"I don't need a body guard, Dad," Elena complained, turning on her heel to face her father. She couldn't believe that he was even remotely suggesting the idea. "I don't need to be babysat like some little kid. I'm eighteen for Christ's sake!"

Her father, Greyson Gilbert, turned on her, glaring. "Don't get that kind of tone with me, young lady. You're getting a body guard, and that's the final verdict. Death threats are coming in like crazy with me running for vice president, Elena."

"I can take care of myself!" Elena complained, but her dad just wasn't listening to her. Ever since he'd decided to run for vice president, he'd been getting assassination attempts like crazy. No attempts had been made on her life yet, but he was insisting she have a body guard nearby at all times. It was going to drive her crazy.

"Come on, Elena. Just tell everyone he's your boyfriend, if you're that worried."

Elena scrunched up her nose and shook her head. "I'm not telling people he's my boyfriend. That would hinder my chances of getting an actual boyfriend."

Her dad grinned. "Fantastic. Then absolutely tell everyone he's your boyfriend."

She didn't say anything, instead shaking her head and storming up to her room.

"You can pout all you want, but he's going to be here tonight, and you are going to treat him with respect." Her dad called after her, but Elena slammed the door on his voice.

She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Now, wherever she went, some guy would be right next to her, making her life extremely difficult. It would be really hard to go on dates, or to even sneak out and go to parties, like she'd been doing ever since she turned sixteen.

This was going to be the worst experience of her life. She was sure of it, and that really pissed her off. Her senior year was supposed to be an amazing end to her high school life. She was supposed to finally lose her virginity. She had an entire bucket list of things she and her best friend, Caroline, were supposed to do together. Now, there would be an added character: some idiot in a suit. They always wore suits, because they thought that it made them cool or something. It didn't.

Grabbing her phone, she immediately dialed Caroline's phone number. She picked up on the third ring.

"My life is a joke," Elena said, before Caroline could even get in the word 'hello.'

"Slow down, baby girl. What's the 9-1-1?" Caroline's voice drifted through the phone and Elena sighed.

"My dad's making me get a body guard, Care." Elena said, flopping down onto her bed and groaning loudly into the phone. "It's so fucking stupid."

"Are you serious? He's going to be around all the time, then."

"Yeah, I know."

Elena didn't even know how to act around a body guard. She had no experience with them. Was she supposed to talk to them, or leave them alone so that the two didn't have to interact? Was he going to be with her literally all the time? What about when she was going shopping or spending the night at a friend's house? She needed a whole manual just to know what the bathroom code was!

"This totally blows," Caroline said, bringing Elena out of her thoughts.

"Totally," Elena agreed. "He gets here tonight. I need a pick me up."

There was a moment of silence, before she heard Caroline's voice. "Party at Tyler's house in an hour. I'll pick you up? Last day of freedom and all," Caroline pointed out.

"I'm there."

Elena sighed, looking into the mirror one last time. She struggled to get ready in an hour, but she'd definitely managed. She picked up the final accessory—her golden locket that she's had ever since she was a baby. Her dad got it for her when she was born, and Elena never went a day without wearing it. It was her version of a baby blanket. She couldn't imagine outgrowing it, ever.

Grabbing her phone, Elena headed downstairs. She passed her dad on her way, and he eyed her but didn't say anything. He probably knew that she was just going out with Caroline, because she was wearing what he liked to call "sensible clothing." Which, in the long run, meant jeans and a t-shirt. Little did he know, however, that Elena had a dress on a hanger outside her window for her to change into.

"I'll be back by nine. That's when the babysitter gets here, right?" Elena said, turning on her heel and raising an eyebrow at her father. She didn't want to keep the bad air between them. They rarely fought, and she'd like to keep it that way.

"Yes, Mr. Salvatore will be here at nine. Please be on time, Elena. I'm not kidding. This is important," Greyson said.

"Yes, sir," Elena said, turning on her heel and throwing a strand of her brown hair over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes as she walked out the door just as Caroline's car pulled up to the driveway. Elena walked over to the side of her house, grabbing her dress, and then ran towards the car.

Caroline smiled and peeled away from the house, leaving Elena to start changing into the purple dress she had picked out for the evening. "I have to be back at nine to meet 'Mr. Salvatore,'" Elena said the name in a mocking tone, rolling her eyes. "My dad seemed pretty serious about it, so no being late."

Caroline nodded, and Elena sighed. Once she got the dress on and situated onto her body, she dug in the back seat of Caroline's car for a pair of heels and her water bottle. It was textbook case to never drink at these parties, because you never know what pictures might get leaked to the press. Not only did she risk ruining her dad's image if she drank, but she risked making him mad at her, which she never wanted. Her and her dad were close, and she really didn't want to do anything to change that.

"I wish that my dad wasn't running for vice president," Elena told Caroline, sighing as she clasped the buckle on her right heel, and then again on her left heel. Tucking her hair behind her ear as she tried to find her lip stick in her purse, she continued talking. "It's just ruined everything. I don't know why he thinks this is a good idea."

Caroline didn't say anything, and she didn't have to. Elena was plenty aware of how it seemed. She was acting spoiled, and a bit bratty. She always acted like that though, sometimes it was just a bit more prominent. It's not like Elena wanted to be spoiled, but God had dealt her a nice set of cards. It was just human nature to always find something to complain about—especially if your name was Elena Gilbert. She was probably one of the most pessimistic people in D.C., and she didn't really have good reason to be like that. She just was.

"Do you think he'll be hot?" Caroline said, snapping Elena back to the present, and actually startling her a bit.

"Who?"

"Your body guard. Do you think he'll be hot? Can I bang him?" Caroline asked, taking a sharp turn, causing Elena to squish up against the passenger door. She hardly noticed, though, because she was too busy focusing on the crazy shit that was coming out of Caroline's mouth.

"Are you crazy? No! You cannot sleep with my body guard."

"But you do think he'll be hot?"

"No. He's going to be a body guard. He obviously couldn't make it as anything else."

That was that. Caroline dropped it, and Elena was very thankful. The thought of her body guard and Caroline getting together honestly sickened Elena a little bit. Caroline was very pretty, obviously. Guys always went for her slim figure and big, blue eyes. Throw the wavy, blonde hair that Caroline had been magically gifted with? Elena was eternally jealous of how guys threw themselves at Care, where Elena always had to make the first move. She supposed that being a politician's daughter threw some guys off, but Elena didn't really believe that. The sad truth was that, while Elena was fairly pretty, she would always be the lesser of two beauties when she was standing next to Caroline. What sane guy wanted a brunette with brown eyes when they could get a blonde with blue?

Elena heard the party before she saw it. Music was blaring out of Tyler Lockwood's house, and Elena could feel the vibrations coming from the house. Familiarity. The last bit of partying she'd have until she could convince her dad to do away with the body guard. Once the car was parked, she stepped out, walking down the street. Caroline caught up with her.

"Who knows? Maybe you can cross number eight off The List tonight?" Caroline said and Elena blushed.

The List. It was something the two had created on the last day of school their junior year. They called it the High School Bucket List, even though they would only have the chance to complete it their senior year. They wanted to pass it on to future generations and have it become a popular thing at the school.

The List currently had twelve parts to it, and Elena had been determined to finish them all this year. Getting a body guard had put a severe hindrance on her plans, however.

The High School Bucket List

1.) Kiss a boy. Or a girl, whatever your preference.

2.) Kiss a Girl. Or a boy. Once again, whatever your preference, so long as you kiss someone of each gender.

3.) Audition for a musical. Mystic Falls High School offers three every year. Audition for a lead role in one, even if you suck.

4.) Go to Tyler Lockwood's Start of the Year Party. Everyone's always invited, and if you don't go at least once in your high school career, you're seriously missing out. (and if he's not throwing the party anymore, we guarantee someone is.)

5.) Get High. Enough said, yeah?

6.) Get Drunk. Once again, do we really need to explain?

7.) Skip Class (At least once!) Skipping class is a milestone that every teenager should hit.

8.) Lose Your Virginity. If you've already completed this before you entered high school, ignore.

9.) Get all A's at least one semester. Colleges love this kind of stuff, and we've got to help you go somewhere in life, other than to jail.

10.) Mouth off to a teacher. We all have that teacher that irritates the hell out of us. Tell them how you really feel!

11.) Graduate! Get that diploma. You've deserved it.

12.) Go Skinny Dipping! Do it. You know you want to.

"Maybe," Elena said, looking around the party when they entered the house. "But there appears to be a severe lack in male real estate."

She wasn't feeling too good about number eight being completed that night. But, she supposed it wasn't a total waste of time. She could complete number four for sure that night, since she'd arrived. Maybe she'd set out to achieve numbers one and two as well. If she was feeling up for it, that was.

Caroline leaned in close to Elena's ear so that she wouldn't have to yell. "No kidding. Maybe you'll have to sleep with Tyler." Elena scrunched up her nose at that idea. She couldn't imagine ever being that desperate. Tyler Lockwood slept with anything he could get his hands on. And while losing her virginity this year was a really big deal to her, she'd really rather not get a disease while doing it. She told Caroline just as much. "I was just kidding, Elena. Calm down."

Elena shot her a look, shaking her head as she ventured into the house a little bit more. Caroline disappeared already, whether it was to go find a number 8 or to get a drink, Elena didn't really know. Nor did she really care. Caroline always walked off at these kinds of events, and Elena had gotten used to it really quickly.

She turned the corner and came into the game room of the Lockwood house, watching a group of guys play pool. A couple of them said hi to her, and invited her to play. Elena declined at first, but she eventually got sucked into it. Setting her water bottle down, she grabbed a pool stick and slid into the group.

"You guys are about to get those asses kicked," she said proudly as she stepped in beside the two brother—Elijah and Kol. "I'm really good at this, not that I mean to brag or anything." Elena grinned at them.

"You think that you're good at everything," Elijah said to her, causing Elena to grin.

"I know I'm good at everything," she responded before leaning down and taking a shot. She managed to get two solids in the sockets. "See?"

The game continued like that for a good fifteen minutes, before Elena managed to sink in the last ball she needed in order to win. She was good at pool because her dad had taught her how. Back when he was in high school and college, he grew to be really good at it. When he became successful, he got his own pool table and put it in their basement. Elena and her dad used to spend hours in the basement, playing together. She had never quite gotten to the point where she could beat her dad, but she was still pretty good.

"I've got to hand it to you, Elena," one of the other guys, named Liam, said to her. "That was some mad skill."

Elena shrugged, but meanwhile she was grinning. Of course she knew that it was "mad skill." However, something she learned when she was little was to never let someone know how you got to be good. "I guess I am good. Wonder how that happened."

"Oh, Elena, come on. You know how it happened. Just tell us."

"A magician never tells their secrets," she grinned, walking over to grab her things. "On that magician note, I think it's time for me to disappear and put my talents to use elsewhere at this party. Bye, boys."

Elena headed out of the room, looking for somewhere else to hang out for a little bit. She desperately wanted a drink, but she didn't want to risk being photographed with one. She probably could convince Caroline to sneak one home in her bag and then they could have it tonight. Caroline always spent the night once they went out, because she was too drunk to drive home. Elena was always the designated driver.

Elena sighed as she looked for someone that she knew, and that she knew well. The only person she could find, however, was Tyler. If he weren't busy sticking his tongue down some freshman's throat, she probably would head over to talk to him. Sighing, she took a swig from her water bottle and then headed over to sit down on the couch, which was currently empty.

She knew that the real party wouldn't start until nine, and Elena would be gone by then. She knew that she was missing out on the best party of the year, but it didn't really matter to her. It was enough to just be here before her entire life got turned upside down. She still couldn't believe that it had come to this. How did things go from being perfectly fine to being entirely hectic in a matter of minutes? How did someone's entire world get flipped by one sentence? Why did anyone or anything hold that type of power?

Elena wanted to know the answer to a lot of these questions, and it killed her that she probably never would. She wanted to know everything about anything that she could get her hands on. She was just like that—even though she rarely showed it. If she could spend all day in a library doing nothing but reading—she wouldn't be complaining. In fact, if she were to complain at all, it would be to also be writing during that time.

She loved writing. She hoped to make a career out of it someday. She knew and recognized that she wasn't fantastic, but she didn't need to be fantastic yet. She was only eighteen, and writing was a skill that took a lot of time. Elena believed in that whole heartedly. You know how in The Sims they have to get their skill up to a certain level before they can label as an author? The real world works exactly like that, in Elena's opinion.

"You, my friend, are being boring at what is quite possibly your last party of the year," a voice drifted in, and Elena turned to face it. Considering the context, she would have believed that it was Caroline, however it was a male's voice.

"Klaus," Elena said, her face hard and flat. Klaus Mikaelson was anything but what the public saw him as. He wasn't a saint. Elena met Klaus three years ago at a gala with her father. Klaus's father, Finn, was also a politician. Both Finn and Greyson believed that she and Klaus would fall madly, deeply in love. That dream quickly went out the window when ten minutes after meeting, Klaus tried to stick his tongue in Elena's mouth so she threw her champagne in his face.

Greyson had not been happy about that incident.

"Why the hostility baby?" Klaus smirked, sitting down next to her. Elena scooted away and scowled at him.

"One, don't call me 'baby.' Two, the hostility is because we don't get along. We haven't gotten along in all of forever." Elena snapped. "So, leave me alone please."

"I hear that you're getting yourself a babysitter," Klaus said, as if he didn't hear her at all. "That's what my dad says."

Elena sighed, rolling her eyes a bit. "It's not a babysitter."

"Don't lie to yourself."

"I'm not. He's not a babysitter. He's there to protect me."

Elena sighed, because she did feel like Mr. Salvatore was a lot like a babysitter, but she didn't want to give Klaus the satisfaction of being right. The last thing that she wanted was Klaus to feel like he knew her. He didn't.

"Whatever you say, love," Klaus said.

"Okay, I'm done." Elena rolled her eyes, standing up and walking away before he could continue talking to her. He was so aggravating, and she hated every time she ran into him. Elena picked up her phone and called Caroline. When she picked up her phone, Elena sighed. "I'm ready to go. I ran into Klaus."

"Elena, we've been here for half an hour."

"I want to go."

"Then take my car and go home. I'll have someone else take me home."

"Caroline, please just—"

"No, Elena. Just go home."

"Fine, whatever."

Elena hung up and grabbed Caroline's car keys out of her purse. She knew that she was being unreasonable, because they had only been at the party for thirty minutes, but that didn't really matter to Elena. When she was ready to go, she was ready to go. Besides, it was already 7:43. They'd have to leave soon anyways to make sure that Elena got home on time.

Unlocking the car, Elena slid into the driver's seat.

It was her last hour of freedom, and Elena was going to go sit at home.

She was already turning lame.

Elena didn't recognize the silver SUV in her driveway, which could only mean one thing.

Her new body guard was here.

Sighing, Elena slammed the door to Caroline's door closed and walked inside her house. She had stopped at a gas station to grab a bottle of water and change back into her normal clothes. Elena walked inside her house, checking the time as she did so. 8:13. Her body guard was almost an hour early. Fantastic. What she believed to be the last sense of her freedom quickly turned into the last minute. For a brief moment, Elena considered getting back in the car and leaving for the night. However, she really didn't want to piss off her dad, and she knew that if she were to do something so drastic, she definitely would piss him off.

Following the sound of her dad talking, she entered his office, where he sat with some really old man. Fantastic. This was her new body guard? Didn't her dad say something about pretending he was her boyfriend? Yeah, no. That definitely wouldn't be happening now. Not that it would have happened before, but the option was always a nice one. She cleared her throat and smiled at her dad when he finally acknowledged her.

"Oh, Elena, I'm so glad you're home. Mr. Salvatore was a little earlier than I expected," her dad said, walking over to her and pushing her into the kitchen a little bit more.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Salvatore," Elena said, smiling and shaking the old man's hand. However, the old man just started laughing at her, and Elena was immediately very confused. Why was this some joke to him? She looked to her dad for assistance, but he was laughing at her too. She crossed her arms, looking between the two guys and frowning. "What's so funny?"

"I could be wrong, but I think they're laughing because he's not 'Mr. Salvatore,'" a voice said, mocking the last two words. Elena turned around, facing a very tall (very handsome) brunette. She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes slightly at him. Who was he? "I am. Mr. Salvatore, that is, but I would prefer you just call me Damon."

Oh. Of course. He was Mr. Salvatore. Well, technically, he was Damon. She nodded, looking between her dad and the older man, frowning. "I'm so sorry for the confusion," she said, before turning back to face Damon, "You're my body guard?"

"I prefer the term 'guy I keep around to kick serious ass.'" he said with a teasing smile, causing Elena to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, I think I'll stick with body guard, thanks." She turned to face her father, biting her lip. "So, this is it? I'm officially a prisoner?"

"You aren't a prisoner, Elena. You're still free to live your life however you want it. It's just that Damon is always going to be there to make sure that you stay safe." Greyson said, placing his hand on Elena's shoulder, which caused her to scrunch up her nose.

"Right, because if I decide to have sex this year, I totally want some guy sitting in the corner and cheering me on," she sighed, shaking her head.

"One, I really hope you aren't planning on having sex until you're married," Greyson said, crossing his arms and giving her a mean glare. "Two, no. He'd be outside the door."

"Oh, because that's so much better."

Damon threw his arm around Elena's shoulder, pulling her into his side. "Don't worry, Elena. I'll only be cheering the guy on. Not you."

Elena scowled. She could tell she was not going to like Damon Salvatore at all.

"He's going to be living next door to my room?" Elena whined, turning on her heel to stare at her father. "Seriously? Is that really necessary?"

"Yes, it's completely necessary. You need to be kept safe at all times. You're lucky that I'm not making him live in your room." Her father snapped at her. "Now, quit being a baby. He needs to feel welcomed here, and his boss is sitting downstairs. If he thinks you're going to be a threat to Damon, he will not let Damon be here, and then you'll be getting me as a body guard, got it?"

Elena sighed, rolling her eyes and nodding. "Yeah, sure. Whatever," she said, walking into her bedroom and then closing the door behind her. She still couldn't believe that this was happening to her. It had to be some cruel twist of fate, because there was no way that Elena deserved this. What had she ever done to deserve this kind of punishment? She was a fairly good person, and she got good grades in school. Why did the universe think it was so funny to make her become a three year old child again? Why did she need to be babysat? It wasn't like she ever did anything bad.

Groaning, Elena walked over to her desk, pulling up her laptop and opening up a new word document. She journaled frequently on her computer. She felt like everything was the most protected there, since you had to not only enter a password to get into the computer, but she had a software that locked certain word documents if she wanted them locked. It was extremely private and helpful to her.

She began furiously typing, cursing the world and all that it was for giving her this life. She very rarely wrote about things that were so aggravating. Usually, her journal was just a place to write about her crushes on guys and see if she could decipher what her "type" was. (She's yet to do so.) Her journal saw the soft side of her, almost-never getting to see her rant and rave about her problems. Elena just always figured that other people had bigger problems, and that she shouldn't be giving hers too much thought. They would pass and play out the way that they were supposed to play out. It wasn't that big of a deal.

Until now, that was. Elena didn't understand what the point of having a body guard was. No one had tried to hurt Elena yet, and she doubt that they would try, since she wasn't on the news like her dad was. People probably didn't even know her face unless they went to her high school.

"You always attack your keyboard like that?" Damon's voice drifted through the air like a dandelion seed after a wish was made.

"Only when there are irritating guys in the room next door," Elena responded, clicking save on the computer and then turning to face him. Why was he even in her room? Didn't he know how to knock? Didn't he know how to do anything as a decent human being?

Apparently not, since he decided to sit down on her bed without asking.

"You're a peach, aren't you?" Damon asked, looking around her room. Elena glared at him, clearly unamused with him and his jokes. "I can tell that we're going to be…what's the term teenage girls use these days? Besties?"

Elena rolled her eyes, standing up from her desk and walking over to him. "You're absolutely right. I can already feel us getting ready to do makeovers. I hope I don't accidentally stab you in the eye with a mascara wand."

Damon's grin grew even more. "You are, by far, the most adorable little girl I've ever seen."

"I'm eighteen!" Elena groaned, clenching her fists and trying to keep herself from hitting him.

"Really? You could have fooled me. You're about as flat chested and short as an eleven year old."

Elena shook her head, not answering him and walking away, into her bathroom. She couldn't believe that this was her fate. Before, it was only a 6 on the Life-Crappiness Scale. Now, after meeting him and realizing how difficult it was going to be to talk to him and get through to him, she realized that it was about a 18. Out of 10! He was seriously infuriating.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Elena frowned. She knew that she was short, but was she really flat-chested? That didn't sound right to her. Sure, she wasn't as well-endowed as Caroline, but a B cup wasn't bad, right? Elena sighed, shaking her head. No. It wasn't bad. Elena would have never questioned it prior to meeting Damon. He was just being an ass. Grabbing her hair brush, she threw her hair up into a bun before returning to her room.

She expected Damon to have left her room, but now he was laying on her bed, shoes on the floor, watching T.V. Elena rolled her eyes and walked over to the television set, turning it off and crossing her arms. "Get out of my room."

"I was watching that," Damon whined.

"Get out of my room."

Damon smiled from where he lay on her bed, but made absolutely no effort to get off of her Lily Pulitzer bedspread. Elena sighed, storming out of her room. If he wasn't going to leave, she would. She just wanted to be alone. If this was what her life was going to be like for the foreseeable future, Elena needed to get as much alone time as her dad would allow. She walked out onto the second-floor balcony, looking straight out at the tiny pond in her backyard.

This was her favorite place to go when she needed to think. It was her favorite place to write, as well. Whenever she was working on a new novel idea, Elena set up camp with her laptop on the balcony. Sometimes she wouldn't come back into the house for hours. She just loved being out here, where it seemed like all of her problems were far away.

Grasping onto the railing, she looked up at the night sky, and her eyes landed on a star. It was particularly bright, and she almost wished it would fall, so that she could wish that her life went back to normal. So that she could wish away all of her problems.

So that she could wish away Damon.

"Please let things go back to normal," she whispered, staring at the star and willing it to fall so that her wish would come true. "I wish that everything was normal. I wish that everything was the way it should be."

"Baby," her dad's voice startled her, causing her to jump a little bit. "I know that this isn't what you wanted. But you've got to understand, this isn't a punishment. It's not me trying to know where you are and what you're doing at all times. It's me protecting you. I'm terrified that someone is going to make an attempt on your life, and I need you to be safe at all time."

"I don't think Mr. Kick Some Serious Ass is all too keen on keeping me safe," Elena huffed, sitting down on the cold cement ground and looking across her backyard. She leaned her head against the cool metal railing, and bit her lip.

Her dad sat down next to her and sighed. "You miss your mom, don't you?"

Elena looked over at her dad and nodded. "She would have never let you do this to me. She wanted me to grow up normal."

"You aren't normal, Elena" her dad said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him. "You're special, and because of that, I need to keep you as safe as possible. So, unless you want to go stay with your Aunt Jenna for your senior year…"

He trailed off, but Elena got the message loud and clear. "Then I better accept the fact that I'm stuck with Damon."

Greyson didn't say anything else, instead just nodding and holding her for a little bit. Elena bit her lip to keep from crying. She hadn't truly thought about her mom in a really long time. Not since the incident, that was. She may have never completely gotten along with her mom, but at least they'd had their moments. Now, however, Elena didn't have a mom to talk to.

She sighed, finally pulling away from her dad.

"I'm going to bed."