Summary: Damon Salvatore is the world's most loneliest vampire. His brother was killed by a vampire hunter so hoping to get a little vacation, he goes to Mystic Falls, to visit his Uncle Sam who isn't there but asks Damon to clean the Attic. Damon does out of boredom but finds something there he never suspect he would. Its Eamon I promise.

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Damon Salvatore stared at the wide old house in front of him. It was deep dark brown like mud, twelve windows on the front, he wasn't sure about the back, and there was a brown door blocking his path inside the house, vines and flowers covered the house all over. There was a little black basket in front of the door. Damon walked over to get it, picking it up in his hands. There was a blue blanket covering something inside of the basket and a white note on top of it. He opened up the note and looked at his uncle's tiny handwriting. Damon took off his sunglasses and placed them inside his black ripped jean pants He looked at the note, his eyes sighing with awaiting excitement as his eyes scanned the note.

Dear Damon, ol' boy,

My girlfriend decided to call at the last minute and ask that I come visit. She's just visiting but doesn't want to be in this 'creaky creepy old house.' I'm leaving the house to you for a little while, please take do care of it. I went by the blood bank and got you some blood. I don't want you feeding on the locals, if you do feed lightly. The town is still cautious of you and Stefan. You guys nearly dried most of the town. Oh about that, I'm sorry about Stefan, I can't believe there are vampire hunters still out there. Well anyway, don't wreck the house. I covered the mirrors and covered the windows with black drapes so the sunlight won't get in. Good day. P.S I left the door unlocked. Please lock it back when you get inside.

Your loving Uncle,

Sam

Damon crumpled the note in his hands and tossed it over his shoulders not caring were it landed. He picked up the basket and carried it in his hands as walked closer towards the door, grabbing a hold of the knob and turning the bronze thing. The door opened with a slight creak, before Damon rushed inside with his vampiric speed and closed the door. He locked the door behind him and headed towards the kitchen. He walked around the little island in the kitchen, headed towards the microwave. He placed the basket on the counter and picked up the blue blanket from off it, placing it too on the counter before he looked at the ten packets of blood.

Ten packets of blood. Was his uncle serious?

Why yes of course, You need at least four to hold off you hunger.

Damon shook his head and picked up one blood packet. He flipped it over and saw a tiny sticky note. He looked at it with his dark curious eyes.

Clean out the attic too.J

Damon scoffed and ripped off the sticky note, he crumpled it up and tossed it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. He walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen and headed towards the cabinets. He opened then with ease and dug through the cabinet for a cup. He found a green cup and grabbed it, closing the cabinet and walked over where the blood packet was. He opened it slightly, careful not to slip a drop. It was still morning and even though he had a ring to keep him from burning out in the sun, he still didn't want to be bothered with the locals. It had only been ten years since him and his dead brother, well completely dead brother, nearly killed everyone in town. And he wasn't going to take any risk for himself. So he might as well drown himself in this blood and go up and clean the attic. Since he being a vampire, it wouldn't take long, five minutes at the most.

He looked around the kitchen, looking for the trashcan, finally finding it, he tossed the empty blood packet inside of the trashcan and placed the cup inside of the microwave. He put it on the desired time to heat the blood and walked around the house. He passed the living room and looked at the unlit fireplace. He walked towards it and lit it, taking in the scent of the fire as it clouded the room. He tossed two logs inside of the fireplace before walking away and heading towards the room he would be using. He opened the door and looked inside, it was just as he left it. Black sheets, black pillows…black everything. He stepped out of the room as he heard the beep of the microwave. He ran towards it, not breaking a sweat as he reached it. He popped it open and grabbed the cup, closing the microwave shut and placing the cup to his lips. He took a long and soulful drink, if he had a soul, and sighed at how hot it felt traveling down his throat, reminding him of his earlier memories.

Damon and Stefan walked into the front door, blood trickling down their chin as they called over what happened not that long to ago.

"…yeah did you see how her eyes were popping out of her head as she watched you kill her brother."

Stefan laughed and slapped his brother on the back. "Did you see how the police were to scared to come out of their cars so shoot at our feet ten feet away." Damon and Stefan laughed as a very pissed off Uncle sat on the couch, waiting for them…

Damon shook his head from his memories and placed the now empty cup down. He turned around and leaned against the island, slow tears ran down his face as he cried. He was a vampire so had the power to turn off his emotions but he hadn't. He didn't care anymore. The only true family he had was his brother and he was gone. It was just him alone in the vampire world. Other vampires had their family turned and their girlfriends and wives. But for him, he turned his brother and his brother turned his girlfriend Katherine. They were happy just the three of them until a hunter crashed in the house they were completely staying in and burned the place to the ground. Damon was out with his human minion, Caroline, when it happened. If he didn't pester her for blood and sex, he could have made it home in time.

But that was all in the past and there was nothing he could do right now, but just live on and if he every found Baxter Baker again he was going to kill him, slowly and with torture.

Time to go clean that attic, Damon thought as he made his way towards the sink, placing the cup in the sink and washing it out, might as well do something.

Damon headed upstairs and went straight towards the attic, wiping away his tears as he went.

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He was wrong. It didn't take him five minutes. Three hours and fifty minutes passed by. He was still inside the attic. It was clean and all the boxes were assorted on the sides except for one. It was painted black and inside the box was a sea-green bottle with a cork. He was holding the bottle in his hands, sitting on the floor, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was holding it out in front of him and couldn't stop looking at it. It was just so dirty but colorful.

Use your nail, he thought.

Damon grabbed the bottle again and used his long nail, sticking it inside of the cork and pulling. The cork stayed in place and he felt like breaking the bottle against the floor but something told him not too. He sighed with annoyance and was about to place the bottle back in front of him when he notice a speck of dust. He wiped it off on a dirty towel and turned the bottle in his hands. It was dust all over. He wiped it smoothly and carefully, not wanting to break it.

After he was done, he placed the towel beside him and looked at the bottle. He placed in in front of him and looked it at, his eyes opened in shock. It seemed to be glowing. He pulled his legs to him and stood to get up but he felt hypnotize by the glow. He watched it with curious eyes as the glow seemed to get brighter and brighter. It was so bright that he had to cover his eyes.

Suddenly he heard a pop and watched as the cork flew from off the bottle and hit him right on his shoe. The glow simmered down and he placed his hands by his sides as blue and green smoke came from the bottom and formed right in front of him. He took a step back and watched as the smoke formed a face, a body, a very nice small body with curves in all the right places. Then the smoke disappeared and he was standing there wide-eyed at a woman. Her eyes were closed and her hands were touching each other out in front of her. She had long curly hair that was pinned up and the rest was around her face, a pointy wizard looking blue-green hat on her head. Her tanned body was covered in a dark blue-green robe. It covered her generous breast and had a split between her legs, showing them off, bracelets were on both ankles, they were a bright gold as the ones around her wrist.

He kept gawking at her as she stood there not moving in front of him. She was beautiful better than that gorgeous.

"Who dare awakens Elena Gilbert from her chamber?" She said. Her voice was soft and seductive. He felt his cock stir in his pants.

"I do." Damon was still gawking at her as she stood there. "I-I'm Damon Salvatore." When did he stuttered like an love struck idiot. He wasn't a love struck idiot. Was he?

No not at all.

Elena opened her eyes and he finally got to see her eyes. They were a dark brown as his own. Her hands fell down her sides and she looked at him, licking her tiny full lips. His cock stirred again and moved, getting bigger.

Damn it.

Least he knew he could get a hard on, again. Yeah, he was a guy and there where very appealing women walking around but they weren't most appealing as this.

"What are you?" Damon asked. His voice was a little cracky and his thoughts couldn't stop swimming around in his head. He shook his head mentally, hoping to get everything in order so he could keep gawking at Elena, but there was something about her that didn't seem right.

Elena opened her eyes to look at him and she stepped forward, her bare feet walked against the wooden floor as she did. "I am a Genie, you have called, I have come. You have three wishes. What is your first wish?"

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Elena was sleepy. She was very sleepy. But this was her job and she had too. If he used up all his three wishes then she could go back in her bottle and go to sleep and play with her dog, FooFoo. But untill then she had to be 'slave; to this very appealing male.

He had dark brown hair that was messy, but it was sexy on his head. Nice dark eyes that suggested he was a bad boy but he was hiding something under there. His shirt was a dark blue button up, his cuffs were rolled up, showing off his pale hands and most of his wrist. He also wore dark black ripped jeans that were ripped at the knees and a tear at on his ankle. He was gawking at her like she was the hottest thing in the room and it was unnerving her, unnerving her because she never been looked at this way before.

Get it together Elena. Finish whatever he wants and just go. Don't hold much conversation….

Oh shut up already.

"Are you serious? I get three wishes."

Elena nodded her head and stepped forward towards Damon. She was a bit shorter than he so come up to his shoulder but it was good enough for her. She was looking at a tall man.

"My first wish is…" Damon paused. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He couldn't feed on the locals so might as well…"I would like a human who has the finest blood in all the land and he/she never dies."

"Is this what you want?" Elena asked to make sure this is what he wanted. He would have two wishes left.

"Yes." Elena twirled in a circle, her hips swaying as she did. Damon watched with his eyes and with his other eye. He was hypnotized by her hips and the way her hands wove in the air. It was striking up something in Damon that he thought he kindled down so long ago.

It was all over when her hips stilled and she looked at him with her hungry brown eyes.

"Done. Check down stairs."

Damon didn't really believe that she was a genie but decided to amuse her anyway. He left the attic by jumping downstairs even hearing her voice as she called after him.

"One down, two to go."

This story won't be long. It's actually not gonna be as long as five chapters. This is my first time writing Eamon(just made it up)fiction and I hope the second chapter leaves you guys wanting more. I am warning you, when the chapter does come of the smut, I will have the warnings and drawbacks ahead of time. Please reviews, makes me spit out my writings.