A/N: this is a new story I'm starting. It's a few months after Elena's parents passed when she meets a mysterious man while trying to forget her grief.
Jeremy is her older brother-she's under his custody, Stefan is her brothers long time friend and since her parents death she's come to rely on him. In the next chapter I'll get more into the character relationships when they're introduced.
The young girl-Elena-slams the empty shot glass onto the bar, earning a crowd of cheers and howls as she gratefully accepts the next one from between two breasts, licking the salt from her best friend's chest and tossing back the bitter liquid.
She has no comprehension of time-not tonight-tonight it's measured in drinks, and she knows she's far beyond her safety zone. But she doesn't care, because with ever sip, with every bit of it that invades her body and drowns her blood she forgets a little bit. And the pain is nothing more than a hollow ache inside her hazy mind.
The lights flash around the bar and the music vibrates into the floorboards as a stranger pulls her to the dance floor.
"I've been watching you." A velvety voice purrs into her ear.
She sways her hips effortlessly to the beat, not needing the subtle guide of his hands on her waist. "I don't know if I should be flattered or weary of my safety." She returns easily, gliding her eyes down the man before her. And that's what he is.
A man.
His skin pale, raven black hair, and strikingly blue eyes. A smirk on his lips and his hands on her body.
After the briefest of seconds her eyes shift shut, no longer minding the warm body in front of her, instead she winds her arms around his neck and listens to the music.
He takes in the beauty in front of him, his eyes shifting shamelessly over her features and down her body. The flashing lights provided little to no lighting, but he could make out her long brown hair falling in curls down her back, the chocolate eyes, the light weight of her arms around him, the gentle curve of her neck and slender form. And her legs…they went on for miles, her olive tanned skin hidden under the burgundy material of her flimsy top. Then his eyes landed on something he hadn't expected-lip stick stains at the edge of her shirt, just on the edge of her cleavage stood multiple marks of a heated kiss.
"Are you here celebrating or something else?" he kept her body held tightly against his, his head dipped to her ear as his breath washed over her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Something else." She supplies immediately, "Stop talking." She breathes against him.
"You're very commanding." He notes playfully, "I don't know if I should be impressed or intimidated." Her lips twitch into a smile of amusement, and he notices even though she tries to hide it.
"Shh." She hushes against his lips, sliding her hands down his chest then back to his shoulders.
His fingers find the edge of her shirt, playing with the material before slipping past that barrier. But before he can feel the soft skin there her hands slide over his and push them from under her clothes, "Ah, ah, ah." She giggles, "Play nice."
He didn't understand this woman. Her parted lips begged to be kissed, her skin screamed for his touch, she radiated pure sex. He wanted to kiss her skin, to taste her on his tongue, to feel her hands on his body. But oddly he wanted to know more about the girl behind the witty comebacks-something he hadn't felt in a long time.
"I don't want this night to end." He admits, tilting her chin up and capturing her lips with his own.
She pulls away breathless, her hot gasps on his mouth, her lips swollen from his kiss. "Don't you know?" she asks obviously, "Everything ends." She breathes.
Another girl, with milky white skin and bleach blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail grabs Elena's arm, pulling her from the stranger and into the crowd before he can so much as get her name.
"You need to sober up." Caroline instructs as they found their way outside the bar, the cool night air whipping around the both of them. "Now."
"Because Stefan's here." Caroline smiles apologetically as a familiar-and disappointed-face comes closer.
"Where the hell have you been?" he questions her, checking her state of health from arms length away. "You're drunk."
She received the 'It's time to grow up', and the 'Lashing out isn't going to accomplish anything' speech from her brother, Jeremy, for a good hour after she got home until Stefan finally led her up to her room.
"I can pull down my own bed." She laughs as he does so for her, averting his eyes to her curtains as she shimmies out of her tight jeans and crawls into the bed.
"You scared me, Elena." He admits, "I didn't know what was going through your head."
"I was drunk not suicidal." She corrects harshly, "And I'm not stupid. And I'm not a child."
He sighs and lays beside her, turning on his side to face her, "I didn't mean it like that, I was just worried."
He presses his lips to her forehead, pushing her hair out of her face, and winding his arm around her waist as he pulls her into him and she rests her head on his chest and lets sleep over take her.
A/N let me know if any mistakes jump out at you, I've read this like a dozen times but I'm liable to miss some. Hope you enjoy the story. Any suggestions or pet peeves? Love the criticism.
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