I don't own the vampire diaries or any character in it. I just like messing with them and maybe making my favorite ones happy for a while ;)

rating M : for language...for now ;)

main Characters: Damon and Elena of course :)

Damon POV

Chapter 1:

For the millionth time in the past 10 years, i high five myself internally. Yes, the decision of going back to New York. The big apple has such a magical pull that makes you come back to it no matter how many years you have abandoned it. The big Apple has such a big heart as well. It can swallow you in its rush of life. Ewww, i am turning poetic which is a trait only reserved for my baby bro. I blame it all on Will. Because my plan when i decided to return here wasn't exactly letting the big city swallows me or letting me swallow its booze and its willing blondes' blood. No, mind me. I was completely planning to relive my good old days in here in the 70s. Hmmm, really good days. The days of the sexy mysterious serial killer, the taste of the last drops of blood filled with an incredible amount of delicious adrenaline. Those precious moments when all they can think, feel or see is you. They don't even get to beg for their lives as their end comes so fast. Although their terrified screams, their shallow last breathes and the heaving of their eyelids do the begging for him. Their fear, their helplessness, their desperation and finally their surrendering, you can taste it all in their blood, every single emotion. In short, their struggling against death makes you feel most alive. My mouth waters at the memories. Damn Will. I could just kill him and get him of my back. Hell, i can get him of my back even without killing him if i want. But the voice of my pride was telling me that letting my grieve drive me out of control means that she wins. That letting the beast inside me control me will make me him. Controlling my bloodlust and not letting it control me was the best thing i have ever done in my undead life. I can't let her take that from me. She took enough already. I shake my head to clear my mind of her disturbing memory. That is it, just a memory. I am a live_with_purpose kind of person and since my plan for the past 150 years turned out to be a waste of time, i have put a new plan in motion. The major title of it is: fuck everyone. Literally. I mean also literally is a part of the plan but the main one is living for one person and only one: me.

My thoughts are cut off by the blonde beauty who has just taken the very next seat beside me on my bar. Will's bar has been my second, third and probably first in New York. Although we no longer have that old deal where i kill people, steal their ID and give them to him while he allows me picking my meals from his place. Well, now i do pick my meals from here but it is now in exchange of my word not to kill any of them. And if there is some trait known about Damon Salvatore is that i never break my word. I lie, i manipulate, i blackmail and i compel my way but i never break a word i give. I turn my attention to the blonde head beside me.

"Let me guess, you are on the run" i begin without actually turning to face my today happy meal_to_be.

"Excuse me?" comes her oh_so sweet voice.

"Admit it" i turn to her now looking through her wide over smoky green eyes. I am not compelling, mind me. I don't need to compel a woman to pick her up and it is a no-no thing for my ego. I am not blind and i know my effect on women. First, her eyes widen as she takes her first good look at me, check flushing, heartbeat increase. Finally once she recovers her balance, she smiles suggestively at me, giving me a flirty look from under her eyelashes. I smirk once i see what i just expected happening in front of me. Women! So predictable. Not all of them of course, i can tell that. I push that thought in the back of my mind and focus back at the target.

"Okay, you got me" she giggles. Oh, i did get you.

"So what kind of delicious crime have you done?" my fingers caress her bare shoulder while i keep looking her in the eye. I immediately notice her breath hitching and her heart beating deliciously fast pumping warm fresh blood through her veins. Target cornered, Salvatore. Go for the kill. "Have you been a naughty girl?" i whisper leaning closer to her ears which makes me catch her aroma. Hmmmm delicious. My closeness gets me the prefect impact as i hear her heartbeat going miles faster. I breathe an unneeded breath on her skin and smirk to myself as i feel the evidence of her arousal perfuming the air.

"Not that naughty. Just an insisting ex" she whispers back. Her voice is harshy.

Oh, i could just drag her out of here now and she won't complain. However, i like to play smoothly, for a vampire, the Chase is quite important. As i open my mouth to reply a finger taps on my shoulder. I press my lips in a hard line. Bad timing Will. I turn to him and the look in his face makes me frown. He looks anxious and a little scared. What is going on?

"We need to talk" he says quietly. I nod. My meal is forgotten as i follow him to the back of the bar. He let me in, and then he enters and closes the door behind him. That must be serious.

"What is wrong, Will?" i ask coolly. "Is it Katherine?" i narrow my eyes at him. Yes, i know i said my plan is me. But that doesn't mean i am not trying in the sideline to find the bitch, to ask her how or why or when, io put something pointy and hard into her. Like a stake into her heart or another pointy and hard thing into a completely different place in her. Yeah, that is the thing with Katherine. Either you want to kill her or fuck her. Or both, Maybe both. Or maybe fuck her to death. That is humanly possible but kind of impossible in the vampire world.

"She is here" Will says carefully.

"What?" i must have heard him wrong? She can't be here. I am sure my face is a terrifying sight as Will takes a step backward. I didn't realize that i have stepped forward in my shock.

"Katherine is here in the bar, Damon. I just saw her" he repeats slowly like he is scared that i will lash out or explore in his face, or both. She is here. The woman who i have ever loved for my living, dead and undead life, the woman who i chose to defy the universe for, the woman whom i give my heart to and she ripped it to pieces, is a few meters away. The women whom i swear love out of my heart after. The woman who i loved and maybe still love but also hate at equal measure.

"Where?" i ask as i recover my balance.

I drink in the brunette sitting on the bar, her legs crossed, and a bottle of beer in her hand as she laughs at something a blonde guy said to her. She is probably hunting. I make my way to her as an internal dialogue goes on in my head. The part of me who is still stupidly in love with her is begging for me to go and wrap her in my arms, kiss her and then fuck her senselessly. The other part is screaming at me to pick up a stake and drive it through her heart and be done with it once and for all. Unlucky for her, the angry part of me wins the battle.

"Katherine" i voice her name as angrily as i can manage as i press my lips in a thin hard line.

Her head wipes to my direction. She frowns in confusion. Katherine does not frown for any reason and certainly not in confusion. What kind of game is she playing?

"Excuse me? My name is not Katherine" she titles her head to side studying me with a still confused face. Why does she look adorable? Katherine does not do adorable. Sexy maybe, playful even but never adorable. And then what she just said hits me. She is not Katherine? I am the one to frown now as i study her closer. The same brown hair but straight, the same rounded face but with different expressions, the same eyes but that one is warmer with a hint of sadness. Katherine eyes are never warm and certainly never sad. And just like that i believe her. That girl is not Katherine even though she looks exactly like her.

"Excuse me" i smile apologetically at her. "You just really look like someone i used to know" she nods but i don't want it to end yet. I am curious to know the girl and why does she look like Katherine. "I didn't introduce myself, how rude of me" i shake my head for an added affect. "I am Damon" i give her that smirk which i was told had a great effect on any female.

"I am Elena" she smiles warmly at me. Her brown eyes sparkle as she studies me. I wait for her heartbeat to get louder over the bar music so i can hear it but it never does. I frown in surprise either i have no effect on her or she has no heartbeat. My ego prefers the later even though it means that she maybe a vampire. I take a good look at her. She doesn't seem like one. She seems...innocent. Sad, yes but too innocent to be a vampire.

"Well, Elena" i let her name roll on my tongue tasting it. I like it. "Will you let me buy you a drink?"

"Why not?" she smiles shyly at me but doesn't blush. Maybe she is not the kind of girl who blushes, i shrug the idea and signal for the bartender as i slit smoothly into the seat beside her, ignoring the scowling blonde who leaves murmuring things about me being a dick. In any other time, i would have ripped his little head off for such a comment or better compel him to throw himself in front of speeding car, but right now i couldn't care less. My attention is completely focused on the mysterious girl. Elena. My curiosity toward her now goes beyond her resembles to Katherine.

"Two bourbon" i order. "Can you handle a not-so-girly drink or beer is your limit?" i challenge her.

"You will be surprised of my limits" she smirks. And for i moment i reconsider her being Katherine but then our drinks arrive and she picks up her glass to drink the hard liquid in one gulp. She almost chocks as her adorable face squeezes in a pained expression. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I take it back, that girl is surely not Katherine and the fact that this makes me relaxed and more curious toward the girl surprises me.

"Your limits are sure impressive" i say between my laughter. I can't remember the last time i have laughed that much...a real laugh. Maybe not since i was human.

"Don't look so smug" she narrows her eyes at me. "That thing tastes awful" she could win a prize as the most adorable thing in the world. What the hell am i thinking? Since when does the adorable trait attract me in women?

"What are you talking about? Will has the best liquid in New York. You certainly have no taste or you can't handle hard liquid" i tease her and it works like magic as i see a look of challenge appear on her face making me think that i am going to like what she is about to say.

"You know I'd like to prove you wrong, Damon" she smirks at me.

"Well, what i know is that, i never lose a challenge"

so...how was that? too bad? too boring? just nonsense? tell me, i am anxious to know what you think. i hate the story and lose interest init without some encouragement. so be nice and review..for me ;)