AN: heyy guys! So this is a Delena fanfic, it's something that came to me recently and I just had to write it down..I don't know how you guys will like it but I'm hoping you will tell me with your reviews hehe.. So it's my first fanfic and hopefully it won't be the last, the story is still taking shape in my mind but the whole Katherine, Stefan and Damon fiasco takes place in the very recent past, The Salvatores are a very rich and powerful family of lawyers and Guiseppe is going to run for mayor, Stefan is the golden boy who his father is extremely proud of, whereas he sees Damon as a disgrace (which is not so different from the show huh?...Poor Damon ), my other fav couple jenna and Alaric are also in the fic..yay!, how does Damon take the betrayal of the love of his life and his beloved brother?, how does Elena the psychologist factor into the equation? How low does Guiseppe sink to win the elections?...you're gonna have to read and find out..no seriously..u hav to.. Its rated M for language and future Chapters…Hope you like it *crosses fingers*


CHAPTER 1

"No way ric! Are you out of your friggin mind? I'm not going to see a therapist!" Damon said, pronouncing the word "therapist" as if it brought a vile taste to his mouth, "I'm fine..ok?" he said with barely constrained rage."Yeah I can see just how fine you are" Alaric said with a shake of his head, "look Damon I'm not forcing you but come on you did lose the bet" he pointed out, referring to the rather stupid bet they had about the color of one of the new waitresses eyes, Damon just ignored him and continued staring at his drink, he was tired of this really, It had been around two months since it happened and his once cheerful friend had turned into an annoying and cranky alcoholic. It was not easy seeing him this way, he just felt like he had to try something! Anything! To help him, he sighed "it wouldn't kill you to ask for help once in a while you know ", Damon shot him his most lethal glare before getting up off the bar stool and walking, or more like stumbling out of the mystic grill, Alaric knew it would be useless to go after him tonight, he held his head in his hands and exhaled loudly then he ordered another glass of scotch and took big gulps of the liquid, tossing some money on the bar counter, he made his way out of the grill too, Damon always had to make things so hard!.

Damon was driving to his house on the outskirts of town, 'I shouldn't have reacted that way to Ric' he thought ,he was only trying to help after all, but he couldn't help it, he didn't need help, he could deal with this on his own, he wasn't some heartbroken teenager who would let his world come crashing down because of what happened to him, he would take it in his stride and move on, Alaric just needed to get that through his thick skull!, he was being a real pain in the ass "and he cheated on that dumb bet! He already knew that waitress! She was a student in his high school! Stupid pain in the ass cheat!" did he really expect him to go pour his heart out to some stranger? To some therapist of all people, he shuddered at the thought, he was never really good with feelings, he couldn't even talk about this thing with ric who happened to be his best friend for crying out loud! 'That's it! I don't want to think about this crap right now!' he desperately needed a distraction and he knew just the thing.

He turned his car around abruptly and drove back in the direction he came from, effectively bringing the other cars to a screeching halt or causing them to swerve out of the way, "what the fuck man!?", "crazy rich kid!", "retard!" he heard behind him, 'wow, people in mystic falls sure are hostile these days..'.

He pulled into the parking lot of a club teeming with people, he got out of his blue camaro and walked towards the club, it was a very popular club and there was a serpentine queue at the entrance, Damon ignored it and walked right up to the bouncer who moved out of the way hurriedly to let him enter, he walked inside, the booming music and the thrum of life inside erased all his thoughts, the bass music vibrating inside his chest, the flashing lights lighting up the faces and bodies of the people around, he could feel their eyes on him as he walked through the passage and into the club, he made his way to the bar and ordered a bourbon and drank it quickly, the burning taste making its way down his throat, immediately calming him a little, he turned to survey the dance floor , it was packed with people, he moved from the bar and sauntered onto it, letting the beat carry his body forward, he closed his eyes and let the music seep in, if there was one thing Damon Salvatore loved to do, it was dance, he swayed with the music and felt his body relax completely, when he opened his eyes again he saw exactly what he came looking for , he locked eyes with those of a young woman probably in her early twenties, she was dressed in a tight, short black dress that showcased her curves, she looked at him and her eyes widened ever so slightly, he smirked, moving closer to her, still dancing, she smiled at him seductively and placed her arms on his shoulders while her hips moved to the beat, Damon knew he was good looking, it was never hard for him to attract the attention of the opposite sex, or any sex for that matter, just with a look in his eyes or even his lopsided smile, he could get them to do his bidding, yup getting their attention was no problem.. 'holding their attention though..', he shook his head to dislodge the thought ,and concentrated on the task at hand, the music in the room seemed to fade as he pulled the girl closer to him, she was pretty, certainly different from..her 'No! don't think about that!' he quickly focused on the girl in front him again and ran his hands up the sides of her body and held her face in his hands and kissed her roughly, when he broke the kiss her face was flushed and her breathing ragged, he could hear it now, her frantically beating heart sped up even more, he looked into her eyes "Don't scream" he turned her around and kissed her neck, she arched her neck up toward his lips, pushing her body against his, and he suddenly bit in to her forcefully, blood surged into his mouth, warm and delicious, making him moan with pleasure, it made his whole body hum with power, he continued to drink slowly, savoring the sweet taste until he felt the girl sag against his chest, he turned her around and looked at her face, she looked terrified, she was shaking badly, opening her mouth as she tried desperately to scream as but couldn't, her blue-green eyes were filled with tears and her blonde hair was sticking to her face, he was about to say something to her when a smell hit him, it was so familiar, he whipped his head toward it, 'ginger and lime…'he could never forget that fragrance, it would haunt him in his dreams every night, then the crowd seemed to part offering a view of her, she was walking into the club with him!..'Stefan!', he felt his heart squeeze painfully..he had to get out of there..now!


Did you like it? Did you? Did you? *still crossing fingers*