So, new story yay!

I'm so excited about this one, this is just a small prologue so wait for more in the next couple of days. I really hope you like it and that you give it a chance, also please forgive me if there's any grammar mistakes on this small piece.

Love you all.

"I fell in love with her demons, she of my darkness and together we were the perfect hell."

-Mario Benedetti-

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PROLOGUE

Damon Salvatore closed the door to his apartment and sighed as he slumped against it, relieved to finally be home after a long school day. The place wasn't much bigger than a closet but it filled him with pride to know he was finally able to afford a place of his own, since campus housing was out of the question for him because of the elevated prices.

He went to his small kitchen island and dropped his books before retrieving the bottle of expensive bourbon his ex-teacher and now friend Alaric Saltzman had gotten him as a housewarming gift.

He unscrewed the lid and took a long sip as he moved towards his old and comfy gray couch; he let himself fall on it and placed his feet up on the coffee table his friends had gotten for him. Said friends were supposed to arrive in town in a couple of days, since mid–terms were finally over and they were looking to do something together in their free time since it had been so long since they were able to enjoy each other's company without worrying about classes or internships.

Damon took another drag of the bottle as he contemplated the idea of going back home for a few days, surprising his mom and his brother and perhaps lose some of the tension that accumulated on his shoulders with each passing day.

His mind was lost on thoughts of home when his phone started vibrating on his pocket; he pullet the device out and frowned when he spotted the unknown number, he decided to pick up thinking it was probably about the books he had ordered that hadn't yet arrived but what he found on the other end of the line was something he hadn't expected.

"Damon…" A voice he hadn't heard in nearly two years spoke in his ear; soft, rich and with a hint of insecurity "Are you there?"

His heart logged in his throat as he tried to form the words to speak; how many nights he had stayed up wishing to hear her say his name again "Elena… where are you?" There was no answer and he felt his body coiling in fear of her hanging up on him.

"I'm home Damon" She said after a while "And I think I'll stay here for a while"

He sat upright, bottle of bourbon falling into the couch and probably staining it "Can I see you?" The blood rushed into his veins at the prospect, if he left at this moment he could drive all night and be there by morning, see her again by morning "Elena?"

"Yes, I would like that very much"

He closed his eyes in relief, his heart threatening to come out of his chest at any moment "Are you at your house? I'll be there by morning, I can stop by-"

"How about the dinner?" She whispered "Can I see you there?"

"Yes, yes of course"

"Nine O'clock?"

"Nine O'clock"

There was another pause and then he heard her exhaling "I'm really sorry Damon"

Tears prickled in his eyes at the sound of her voice uttering those words "It's okay Elena, I understand"

"I'll wait for you"

"I'll be there"

"Take care Damon" She whispered before hanging up on him. He closed his eyes as he removed the phone from his ear. His head a mess of emotions at the moment, he half expected to wake up any minute to realize that phone call had been nothing but a dream.

But it wasn't, she had called and wanted to see him.

Without giving himself another moment to think, he stood up from his couch and went to his tiny bedroom to start throwing things into a suitcase; once he was sure he had everything he needed, he grabbed his car keys and wallet and stormed out of his apartment, not even bothering to fix the mess he had left behind.

Because Elena Gilbert was back and that was the only thing that mattered to him.