Ello love! Okey dokey so here's the 411 on this story: Because I am pathetic and have no life and want an excuse not to do my homework, I decided I wanted to write down my VD-related fantasies. I do not own Vampire Diaries, which makes me very sad when I think about it. This fantasy is that I am a character in the show, and the story is going to be in an episode kind of format with me posting a new chapter every week. Story starts in season 3, right after the end of "Ties That Bind" or whatever the hell the episode was called. As always, please read and review. Have a fantabulous week, everyone! This story is dedicated to my dear friend J.B..

The Mystic Grill was packed, due to the sudden rain that scared the umbrella-less people into finding sanctuary. Damon Salvatore pushed his way through the masses towards a table in the corner, where the gorgeous love of his unlife was sitting alone.

Elena looked up and saw him in danger of being trampled by the crowd. She chuckled as he scowled at the drunken tourists crashing into him from behind. He finally made his way to the table and collapsed into the empty chair.

"Hi Damon." She smiled.

"Hello, darling." He said, giving her his signature smirk. Elena rolled her eyes, but could not hide her grin. She looked back at Damon, and then she saw the look on his face. The "I did something positively evil and I'm quite pleased with myself" face.

"Oh god." She groaned. "Damon Salvatore, what did you do?"

"I do not know what you're referring to." He purred, stealing one of her French fries.

"You have a terrible poker face, Damon. Tell me. What. Did. You. Do?" Elena glared at him.

Damon leaned back in his chair, grinning. "I may have allegedly undaggered Elijah, who should be really pissed at Klaus."

Elena's mouth fell open. "Damon! What the hell did you do that for?"

"Oh come on Elena." He sighed. He leaned closer to her. "Klaus has been a pain in the ass forever, making us play by his rules. I decided I was bored with his game and decided to switch it up a bit." Damon looked very proud of himself.

Elena put her face in her hands. "Damon." She moaned.

"Relax, Elena. It was just meant to keep Klaus busy for a while."

Elena glared at him again. She opened his mouth to chastise him, but was cut off by loud cheers at the bar. There was a mass of people hooting and cheering, and yells of "hit me!" coming from someone in the middle.

It was Damon's turn to roll his eyes. "Please. These wusses think that they can drink."

Elena snorted. "What, you think you can beat them at a drinking game?"

"Hell yeah!" Damon scoffed. "And I'm gonna prove it to you." He got up and pushed his way to the bar. The drinker was standing at the bar with their back to the vampire. Damon glanced over and saw that there were many shot glasses and beer steins.

Jesus Christ, he thought. How is this guy still standing?

Damon tapped the champion on the shoulder. "Hey man, what do you say we have a drinking contest? Last man standing wins?"

The drinker whipped around. She was pretty, with long black hair and brown eyes. She was also really pale. The look on her face was one of total shock, and Damon was sure he had the exact same look on his face.

"Oh my god." He breathed. "How the hell…?"

"Damon? Damon Salvatore?" she whispered. She gripped the edge of the bar for support. "It can't be you. It's impossible."

"You're one to talk!" Damon said.

They stood there, gaping open mouthed at each other.

"Damon?" Elena said, touching his arm. "Who is this?"

"She's…" Damon stammered. "She's dead."

"What?" Elena frowned. She was starting to think that he had officially lost his marbles. She was startled to see that Damon was crying.

"Damon?" Elena said, her voice full of concern and sprinkled with fear.

Damon continue to stare at the girl. "She died in 1864."

Who the hell is this chick and why is Damon freaking out? stay tuned!