Scotch. It was liquid pleasure on Damon's lips. It was almost better than drinking human blood. Almost. It helped him drown his memories and to that extent, it was far better than sucking even on the most precious vein pulsing throat.

All Damon could hear were giggling and sighs of pleasure from the upstairs of the Boarding House. It made him sick to his stomach. His brooding brother had once again gotten his way. Hypocrite. He said he was going to commit suicide and never did. He never, ever, did what he said he was going to do.

Although, Damon did care for his little brother… a tiny bit at least. He would miss him…slightly. Who else would he annoy? No one could compare.

Footsteps. Laughter. Footsteps. Creaking. Footsteps.

Hmm… Damon peered his eyes away from his scotch glass and rested it on the table in front of him. He turned his head around to see Elena's face. She was wearing a man's shirt and only a man's shirt. Ahhh… Stefan's shirt. His brother was always the lucky one.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd be here." Elena spoke, gently. Her voice echoing loudly in Damon's ears.

She walked towards the bar, Damon's eyes on her long, bare legs. God, she was something to look at.

"Where else would I be?" Damon questioned and pointed to his scotch glass. He took a sip as she replied "Well, I don't mean to be a bother…. But, do you have a kitchen? I need a glass of water. I'm thirsty…"

Damon rolled his eyes at that. What? Did he always have to baby-sit? And yet, he still felt the desirable urge rise up inside him to help her. Damn his tiny speck of manners.

He got up and walked towards the kitchen in a flash, returning to Elena's side in a second. Elena smiled up at him, nodded and grabbed the newly full glass in Damon's hands.

"What? No thank you."

"Thank you, Damon" Elena chirped before taking a sip of water. She really did have nice lips.

Damon took his gaze off of her and sat back down on the couch. He let his body hang on the entire length of it before saying through a small yawn "Care to join me?" Elena shook her head at him and whispered, "Stefan is waiting for me up-"

"Fine. Be a party pooper."

Elena laughed, while walking towards the stairs. She said goodnight to Damon and he just nodded, taking another sip from scotch.

Yes, he hated his brother. He hated him for taking Katherine's love away from him, for betraying him and well, he had many other reasons.

But at this moment, the only reason that was making Damon reach for that scotch glass was Elena.

She was better than Katherine and Damon hated him because Stefan knew it.

He really did hate his brother. He had always gotten everything he had ever wanted…

Yes, history was definitely repeating.

And this time, it was inevitable… Damon would win.