"Damon, I..." Elena pushed her hair behind her ear, the overhead street lamp only partially illuminating her face. Damon leaned against the back of his corvette in the deserted parking lot they were standing in and quirked his eyebrows at her.
"I realize that I would not be alive if you hadn't given me your blood before I went to do the ritual with Klaus. I was being completely self-righteous and snobbish to you and I'm sorry. But you know, you are often an asshole." she said with a frown. "Besides, I have cheerleading practice to think about, and also whether or not Stephen is going to make the football team this year. Oh, and me and Caroline need to search for dresses for the next freakin' millionth dance this season and I need a mani-pedi. I hope you realize that my life is much more important then yours because being a teenager with an angsty boyfriend is so very difficult. Plus, you know I need to be the center of everyone's universe because everyone loves me for some god-forsaken reason."
Damon closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and counts to 10 in a barely-audible voice. He opens his eyes and sees Elena.
"Damn! Didn't work," He sighs.
Looking her in the eye, he says, "You know, I really am completely out of your league. Why would a hundred hear old vampire be interested in a teenage girl? There is absolutely no reason for it. I could be off spending my time finding the cure for cancer or writing the greatest novel ever or discovering a new planetary system with all of the knowledge and wealth I have amassed over the last hundred or so years, or becoming the hottest model (A.N.:lol, Ian already was) or setting an all around new record for hot-ness. I should be partying with celebrities somewhere, but instead, here I am with you, still dealing with your teenage drama? I am soo past this. I am soooo over you."
Damon casually leans over and spins her head around, instantly snapping her neck.
"Problem solved! No more idiotic, holier-than-thou girlfriend, no more brooding brother, no more reason for the all-powerful, original vampires to be here, and all around no more bullshit. I just did the people of Mystic Falls one gigantic favor. Founders Day my ass - it should be Damon Day, celebrating the one person willing to make the hard choices to get the job done. Thank God, she's finally dead; the world can rest in peace."
Kicking Elena's dead body out of his way, Damon walked around to the driver's side of his corvette.
"I'm not even going to drink that, blah! Bitch aftertaste," he shivered.
Damon grinned at himself as he adjusted his sunglasses in the rear-view mirror. Pulling the muscle car out of its parking space, he ran over Elena's dead body.
"Oops, road kill!" he laughed at his own joke. "Time to party! New Orleans, here I come!" He gunned the engine and was gone.