A/N: I am so overjoyed to introduce my husband into the world of Fanfiction. He literally wrote this in an hour flat. As a way to keep me occupied during my leisure time, I have decided to write a few one-shots, not including this one, my husband has been accepted into the group of authors that share this account. Some one-shots may be long, separated into multiple (max. of five) chapters, while others will be short, not too short though.

Keep your eyes out for a couple of new stories. Some are still in the mid-thought process, while others are completely outlined already.

Now for this story…my hubbie made Damon a little (more like a lot) overprotective of his room. Read on! And don't forget to tell us how awful my husband's writing skills are. Just kidding, honey. Or am I?

Blackbird

The bell signifying the end of the school day had long-ago rung, yet the brunette leaning against her locker continued to wait. Ten minutes had passed, and she still hadn't seen a sign of the vivacious blonde who had yet to come waltzing out of her tenth period classroom.

Elena sighed heavily, slinging her bag over her shoulder before making her way towards the exit. She couldn't believe that she had waited all that time for her friend, on the last day of school, so they could venture out to the mall for the beginning of summer sale. Her phone vibrated in her pocket just as her hand hit the door handle. Momentarily forgetting about leaving school, she dug her hand into her pocket, retrieving her phone. She squinted her eyes to read the message displayed on her phone in the dimly-lit hallway.

From: Caroline

Message:

Hey! Sorry, I like completely stood you up without a word from my mouth. There was an emergency, something about Stefan and his dickhead brother needing me down at Wickery Bridge. Sorry again!

Elena chuckled slightly at their secret nickname for Damon, opening the doors to the school. Bonnie absolutely loves the nickname, says it's completely and utterly true. Both girls couldn't agree more. The thoughts of what Stefan and Damon were doing down by the very bridge that was the site of her parents' deaths sent her mind reeling. Did they find some clue to killing Klaus? Were they planning something?

The tiny voice in her head kept reminding her that they asked for Caroline's help, and not hers. It seemed that the Salvatore's were leaning more on the blonde than actually spending time with Elena. It sent a foreign jealousy raging through her body. She wanted it to disappear immediately as soon as she felt it, but knew that it would always be there as long as the Salvatore's continued ignoring her.

It had been nearly three weeks since Stefan had gone back to school, obviously by compelling a few people in the main office. It had been two weeks since she last spoke to either of them, sending another jealousy spell through her.

She wrapped her arms around her, suddenly feeling cold, even in the eighty degree weather. She's had this feeling walking home ever since the beginning of that week. It was strange, really. The feeling of eyes constantly locked onto her figure was unnerving, but she just pinned it to being her nerves about why the Salvatore's had been purposefully steering away from her direction.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she nervously skimmed the patch of trees to her left, knowing that there couldn't possibly be someone watching her from there, it was far too small. She shook her head at her paranoia before continuing on down the current road.

Her eyes were locked onto the ground below her, suddenly finding it far more interesting. By the time she looked back up to see the street sign, there was an audible gasp from her as she realized that she was heading in the opposite direction of her home, and towards the boarding house.

Her feet came to a halt, staring incredulously at the street sign, not believing that she hadn't realized her actions. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, she quickly shrugged her shoulders before continuing on, finding no harm in visiting them. The sudden thought of what Caroline had said dawned on her. What if they were still down at the Wickery Bridge?

A wicked smile formed upon Elena's face, a plan developing in her mind. She practically knew the entire of that house, except for the rooms that Stefan had purposefully directed her away from when giving her a tour of the home. She had respected his word and stayed away from those rooms, knowing she may never know the contents.

She could understand why Stefan would avoid her, it was the fourth time they had broken up, and she had even said, "Stefan, I just don't think that we're meant to be together."

Maybe I should've said that we could still stay friends. Oh God, what if he think I meant that I didn't want to see his face anymore.

Her eyes widened at the thought, not even realizing this before. There was a new feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if Stefan is there? Her heartbeat accelerated. What if he hadn't had any blood in a while? Would anyone hear me scream?

She continuously wrung her hands, trying to desperately think of something else. The thought was immediately pushed aside when she caught sight of the gloomy, large boarding house. The shadow from the home seemed to darken the front of the home. No wonder the children didn't dare go trick-or-treating here. The place fit the description of one of those horror tales we all hear about when we're young, clutching the blankets around ourselves in fright as our parents' eerie tone of voice filled our ears, "And the home sat for decades until two vampire brothers came along, one struggling to grip reality, the other a total asshole."

Elena let out a chuckle at the thought before completely straightening her back to stare up at the house. Never has it been so eerie. She shivered before stepping forwards to knock on the door. No answer. Trying the door handle, she found it unlocked, which was normal for those two, totally carefree vampires. She could just imagine a burglar breaking into the home, finding Damon there with bared fangs. Yeah, he's not going home alive.

Pushing the door open she stuck her head inside, "Hello?" Her voice bounced off the walls, "Damon? Anyone here?" The house was sickly silent.

With a shrug of her shoulders, she stepped into the home, feeling somewhat criminal-like. Sure, she knew them, but she could anything she wanted just about now. Her eyebrows scrunched together, contemplating her plan.

As fast as she could, she raced upstairs, checking both Damon and Stefan's rooms, but finding them all empty of life. A smile spread across her lips, for her plan would actually work. Time for a little fun, she thought.

Stuffed inside a closet, she had found cans of yellow paint once used for one of the guestrooms. In the way back, she had struck gold, finding a slightly-used spray can, bright green in color. Yes, her plan was coming perfectly together.

Upon further searching, she had found beneath a folded smock, two paint brushes. Obviously, the Salvatore's didn't know how to get rid of stuff. She scoffed, "Hoarders."

Skipping to Damon's room as if an innocent child, she laid out the cans of paint, opening each one carefully and mixed the paints to bring them back to life with one of the paintbrushes. Taking the other brush, she dipped it into the yellow paint, before surveying Damon's charcoal walls. She grinned mischievously before taking the brush and flicking yellow blobs and spots onto the wall, creating a mixture of black and yellow.

Spending another ten minutes before finishing one wall, she moved to the other side, placing the paint brush onto the smock on the floor, picked up the spray can and walked up to the wall. She brought her shirt up to cover her nose and mouth as to keep from inhaling any fumes before spray-fainting a large, bright green smiley face on the opposite wall of the yellow dots, being careful as not to spray paint the mirror placed there.

Stepping back, Elena surveyed her work, content with the finished look. But, as every artist knows, you must sign your work. She walked towards her bag laying against the wall outside of Damon's room before digging in and pulling out something black. Striding back into the room, she made her way to the wall, taking off the cap before placing some on her lips, carefully.

Right beside the smiley face, she placed a kiss, writing out in lipstick her name. She wanted to remember this for the rest of her life, no matter what. Pulling out her cellphone she clicked a picture before sending it to some of her contacts, excluding Damon.

Mere minutes had passed, and with the supplies used put away back into their original places, she felt her phone go off. She chuckled at each reply.

From: Alaric

Message:

Is that…Damon's room? :o

From: Jeremy

Message:

Man! Wish I was there for that! Just know tht there's a good chance u may never see tomorrow. JK :)

From: Bonnie

Message:

Girl power! He had it coming ;)

From: Caroline

Message:

Holy shit, that is fucking awesome.

Finding the waterfall of messages finally halting, Elena pushed the phone back into her pocket, gathered her purse and began the journey downstairs. She added this event to her list of 'sweetest moments'.

She reached the foyer in record time, due to skipping steps while racing downstairs. She didn't exactly know why, but there was this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her to get out of there as fast as she could manage. It puzzled her at first, but she was not one to go against her gut feelings, so she raced into the living room, trying desperately to find her keys to her home in which she had carelessly thrown out of habit.

Stefan had always told her to get comfortable with the house, to not act like a stranger in a foreign land while there, to act like it was her home. So she had acted as if it were the Gilbert residence, doing almost everything she does when first coming home there as well, including throwing her keys onto the couch, more like just about where the couch at the Gilbert home would be.

Diving to the floor, she frantically searched under the couches, having tossed her purse onto the coffee table. Luck clearly was not on her side, for she spent frantic mere minutes searching before giving up, exasperated.

Clearly, she couldn't go home; she had made sure the house was locked as soon as Jeremy had gone off to school somewhat early. Jeremy, she thought, only to have that idea tossed to the side when she remembered he would be hanging out with Tyler in the forest, having packed the collapsible crossbow into his backpack. She had told him that it wasn't a smart idea, not just the crossbow bit, but also because Tyler was Klaus' slave in a way. Whatever the mysterious Mikaelson demanded him to do, Tyler would obey.

She leaned further back into the side of the couch, glancing over to her phone which she had taken out of her pocket and placed beside her purse since it was jabbing into her thigh while she was lying on the ground. Crawling a few paces towards the table, she picked up the phone, seeing she had a message from Caroline. She clicked the send button, opening up the message.

Message:

You better leave the boarding house! Damon's on his way home for a blood bag. Hurry!

With horror written across her features after she had read the message, Elena quickly checked when the message was sent, finding her stomach dropping to her feet. It was sent ten minutes ago, which meant that Damon was using his car to get to the boarding house. In mathematical terms, since the Wickery Bridge was roughly thirty blocks away, he would be able to reach the boarding house just about…

Elena froze, hearing the sound of a car door shutting just outside. Going into sheer panic mode, she gripped her phone tighter and jumped to her feet, whipping her head around in various directions, trying to find a good enough hiding spot. No way was she going to escape now that he was about to open the door.

Damon whistled a tune, keeping his mind off of the overwhelming hunger that was surging through his veins. He absentmindedly reached for the door handle while continuing his melodious tune. Only did he stop whistling when he found the door locked. Strange, he thought, for he had assumed that either he or Stefan had left the house unlocked. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked around to the back of the house to where the kitchen window was.

Using one of the patio chairs, he opened the unlocked window with ease, and slipped inside, having some difficulty doing so. Closing the window once again, he huffed in annoyance at Stefan (he had assumed that he was the one to lock the door) before walking towards the doorway. He passed by the backdoor, the realization suddenly hitting him when he found it unlocked that he could have simply used this door. A good face palm was appropriate just about then.

With clenched fists, he made his way towards the fridge, only then remembering that they had moved all of the blood supply downstairs into the basement. Rolling his eyes, he strutted towards the basement door just by the staircase, the strong scent of paint hitting him clear in the face. He coiled back in disgust; never did he like the smell of wet paint. To him, it was like the scent of a soaked dog. Yummy.

Walking towards the staircase, he found the scent growing stronger. He didn't remember Stefan mentioning a renovation of any of the rooms. With curiosity set in mind, he sped up the stairs, a strange feeling settling in the abyss of his stomach.

The door to his room was closed, which wasn't immediately a red flag to him. He occasionally left his door closed, but Damon couldn't exactly remember closing his door that morning when he left to go meet up with Stefan and Barbie at the bridge. He inhaled deeply, the paint scent smacking him in the face. He gagged a bit before gripping the door handle in fear of what lay behind door number one.

Pushing the door open, he gaped in absolute horror at the sight of his treasured room completely trashed (even if Elena hadn't touched anything else besides the walls). The charcoal walls were splashed with the obscenely bright color that had him yet again gagging. And he couldn't even bear to lay his eyes on the huge, green smiley face spray painted to his wall. Just as he was about to tear his room apart in absolute, raging anger, his eyes caught sight of a small signature just beside the smiley face.

Upon further inspection, Damon made out Elena's name written in red lipstick. The anger bubbled over at that moment. The girl just couldn't take not being the center of attention. Licking his lips, just as the Joker would do when in his grand moment of formulating a sinful plan, he straightened his shoulders until he was standing perfectly straight, put on his best poker face and made his way downstairs.

Oh, he was going to find this girl and set her straight on why he was ignoring her. Because she had been a cold-hearted, deceiving bitc…

The creaking of a small door sounded, resulting in him freezing in his place by the front door. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to locate where the sound had originated from. Pinpointing it as coming from the kitchen, he sped towards said location, finding a frozen, terrified (yet still slightly cocky) brunette half-way out of the pantry.

Damon let out a vile laugh, eyes sparkling with white hot fury. No one, I repeat, no one touches his room, unless they had permission from him and only him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he assessed the situation laid out before him. Could luck be any more on his side?

There he was, about to head out and scream at Elena for destroying his room, and the girl practically fell into his lap, not literally of course, before he even left the boarding house.

She had looked like a deer in headlights when he had unexpectedly sped into the kitchen. Could luck be anymore against her? The urge to slide back into the pantry and slowly close the door, pretending he wasn't there was washing over her, but she knew that it was of no use. He knew where she was, and she wasn't about to let him know that she was weak.

No, Elena Gilbert is the strong, stubborn teen no matter what.

She nodded slightly as a reassurance to herself before making her eyes turn to steel. Obviously he had seen his room by the look pure anger etched in his features, but she didn't care about what he looked like, she wanted to know his actions that had yet to come. Swallowing the knot that had formed in her throat, she locked gazes with him.

Biting back the scream as Damon lunged forward, gripping her wrist and pulling her out of the pantry, Elena knew that something bad was going to happen. By the text Caroline had sent her, she knew that he was blood-thirsty. The look on his face as he dragged her out of the pantry made her blood run cold. He didn't seem like himself just then. What was he capable of doing to her? Hopefully, nothing too dreadful.

Her feet grazed helplessly against the wooden flooring as he continued to trail her towards the stairs. Her mind reeled with the horrific possibilities of his future actions. He wouldn't…kill her, would he? Over his room? She bit her lip, biting back the cries as he slung her over his shoulder forcefully, her ribs hitting his shoulder blade as he used his vampire rapidity to speed up to his room, the door already open.

His combat boots thudded against the wooden flooring in his room, walking towards his bed. Lifting her up, he flung her onto the bed, seemingly not noticing the look of sheer fright on her face. He glanced down to his phone which was placed on his dresser, finding six missed calls from Caroline and four from Stefan. Right now, he didn't care who walked in, he was going to get even with the girl lying on his bed.

He kicked the door shut, locking it before turning around. His lips curled upwards as he saw her wriggling around on the bed, trying to get off but finding that she couldn't move. Had he compelled her that quickly? With another malicious smile on his face, he sped onto the bed, inhaling her scent before swiftly attacking her.