Chapter 1: Here We Go

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"We've got a light here that's not going away
If all is broken, and all is lost
Then I've been found,
So here's my heart
I'll give over and over again"

-Matt Kearney

EPOV

Jenna had been talking about him for months now. He was thirty years old, around her age, but a little older, and had piercing blue eyes and a smirk that made her stomach flip. To me, he sounded like an arrogant asshole, but her rose colored glasses wouldn't let her see through his good looks. I had been dying to meet him to set him straight, my family had gone through too much too let some smug "hot-shot" ruin our progress. The day was finally here, it was our end of the school year barbeque with our closest friends and Damon would be there. To celebrate the end of sophomore year my closest friends would join as well, Bonnie, Caroline, Tyler, and my boyfriend Matt.

Although this day was meant to be happy and light, I couldn't wait to sit down with Damon to discuss his motives in private. I realized that I was only seventeen, but I was mature for my age and knew what my new mother figure deserved. I was just about ready for the barbeque, I had put my dark brown hair into loose curls that framed my face and put on a light fresh face of makeup. I had dressed in a casual, white sundress and wore wedges that showed off my peach colored toenails. I had just finished glossing my full lips and spritzing my honeysuckle scented perfume when I heard the doorbell. "I'll get it!" I yelled from my room upstairs, hoping it was Damon so I could get our talk over with. I went down the stairs as fast as I could without tripping in my wedges and opened the door.

DPOV

I had been dating Jenna for a few months now out of sheer boredom. She was a nice, attractive woman, but nothing special enough to keep around for much longer. It was just about time to cut her loose and go after the next desperate woman when she had mentioned her family's tragedy and my normal cold heart softened a bit as she told me of her new life taking care of two kids. I agreed to come over her house for a barbeque to celebrate the kids' end of school and told myself that I would bow out after that. So I dressed in my favorite black Varvatos shirt and jeans and headed to her house in my Camaro.

Just as I rang the doorbell I heard a raspy, sexy yell from somewhere in the house that they would get the door. I was excited to greet the owner of that hot voice and was rewarded as the door swung open and I met the dark, seductive eyes of a leggy brunette who was less than happy to meet me. "Damon, I presume," she addressed me flippantly.

"I see my reputation proceeds me," I say with my trademark smirk, but don't get the reaction I normally do from other women.

"You're cockiness sure does, follow me," she says flatly, not even giving me a once over before she turns around and leads me into the living room. I appreciate the view as I follow her into the room, the olive skin of her legs being showcased by the tiny white dress and high wedges she was wearing. I hadn't seen a women this appealing in a long while, and was tempted to end things with Jenna today if I could get my hands on her by tonight. The wine I had picked up along the way was helping curb my desires.

"So, Mrs. Judgy Eyes," I got an adorable eye roll in response.

She cut me off before I could continue, "It's Elena, now let's cut the crap so you can explain your intentions with my Aunt." I choked a little on my wine as I realized that this was no women, this was the "kid" Jenna was looking after. "Drink much?" she looked at me like I was crazy, and I was at this moment not my usual collected self.

"How old are you?" I asked simply.

"Just turned seventeen a few days ago, but before you undermine me I will let you know that I have gone through more than people twice your age have and I am mature enough to know exactly what guys like you are after and what you do to nice women like Jenna after you're through with them," she snapped at me. I was surprised to find that she was right, she had an air of maturity and self-awareness about her that made it seem like she was twice her age. "Am I wrong?" she asked plainly after my silence. I liked her, I knew she was only seventeen, but there was something about her that drew me in more than any woman ever had. I knew it was wrong, but something told me that I needed to stay in Elena's life, which meant sticking with Jenna for longer than planned. I was Damon Salvatore after all, who was I to discriminate, especially when this girl was so beautiful, despite being so young.

"You are wrong actually," I said smugly, I already loved getting on her nerves, getting her all hot and bothered. I knew I should stop and just leave this event all together, but I just couldn't. Sticking around wouldn't hurt as long as I didn't do anything, right? "Jenna is special to me and I plan on sticking around for a while, if that's all right with you of course," I continued,

"Like you give a damn about what I think. Like I said I know guys like you and Jenna may be too enamored by that eye thing that you do, but I see right through it," she retorted.

"What eye thing?" I teased, doing the best one I could manage. I was rewarded with a loud exhale and another eye roll.

"Just know, that I have my eye on you and if you hurt her I'll hurt you worse," she threatened, and it was pretty hot.

"I believe it," I said simply, giving her hardly any acknowledgement to get under her skin.

"Good," she said.

"Good." I repeated.

"Fine," she said finally.

"Fine," I repeated. She narrowed her eyes at me and went back toward the kitchen to tell Jenna I had arrived. Elena. Elena Gilbert. I liked the sound of that. I could get used to that name and never get tired of it. What was I going to do?

EPOV

Damon Salvatore. That name made me hot with…anger. Pure anger. I mean he wasn't even that good looking right? Wrong. He was devastatingly sexy, and boy did he know it. As I threatened him, all I could do was think about those eyes that kept nearly undressing me and how much I would like it if they succeeded. I needed to get a grip. I'm seventeen years old, he's thirty. He's also an ass and I needed to get him as far away from Jenna as possible. And me for that matter. My boyfriend and friends would show up any minute now, and I had to keep my head in the game if I wanted him out of our lives for good. What was I going to do?

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