So, this is like a weird mix of the world of the books and the show combined, and it's going to be darker than both…eventually. Hope you enjoy, please review, it's my first VD fic (:

"Dinner, my darling," the statuesque blonde dropped her burden, a pretty little redhead, on his lap, that hair falling away from her pale neck, and he could see that she'd been opened. He was about to stand and shrug the girl off, but his love, his princess of darkness, came to rest beside the sleeping girl's head and whispered, "Oh, that was to sedate her; she isn't dead. I was thinking we'd have some fun ourselves before she wakes."

"How long do we have, my cruel hearted beauty?" He took a strand of her flaxen hair in his fingers, idly stroking it as he awaited her answer.

"An hour?" She shrugged; she was unconcerned with how much blood the girl had already lost.

"Well then, how about a taste?" The hand stroking his lover's hair lashed out to grab hold of their victim's wrist, drawing it to his smiling lips. "But first…the wine glasses, chèrie."

He watched her lithe body as she stood fluidly to retrieve what he'd asked for, her hips undulating gracefully beneath her sheer black gown.

She caught him looking as she turned around, glasses in hand, and smiled coyly. He merely grabbed a glass and held it under the poor girl's wrist as he bit, angling her arm so the hot blood ran into the crystal glass. Passing it to his love, he took the other glass swiftly and had it in place before even one drop could spill.

"A toast, to your perfection my dearest," he slid out from under the girl's small sleeping frame, her wound now healing from a single drop of his blood, and held his glass up to the vampire beside him.

"No, to yours," she smiled innocently before downing the mortal life force, "…Damon."

"As you wish, Elena," Damon smiled as well; he was never one to deny a chance at recognizing his own perfection. The blood was comfortably warm as it ran down his throat, even as it passed by the region of his body that housed his frigid heart.

Their glasses drained – but not the girl, not fully, for the time being – Elena unceremoniously swept their victim's body to the floor and pushed Damon down onto the couch, a devious smile on her lips.

"Well, if you want to play like that…" Damon grinned and grabbed her roughly by the waist, enjoying her cry of surprise as he flipped them so she was lying underneath him, a pout now forming on her flawless face.

"Oh, but lover you can't always be on top, people might begin to question my manliness," he joked as he leant down to kiss her, wanting to wipe what was now a smirk off her lips with his own.

She raised an eyebrow and slid her hand down his stomach as she said, "Oh Damon, shut up, no one would dare question this-,"

"Damon! Stop daydreaming and get your ass down here!"

"You always have to ruin things," he began as he grudgingly got up off his couch and strode down the hall, "just as they start to get good, little brother."

"Stop thinking about Elena like that or I'll slip vervaine in your evening scotch," Stefan shook his finger at his older brother once he came into sight in a way that made Damon want to bite him.

"I'll stop dreaming about Elena the day you stop fucking her and I commence that lovely pastime. Tell me, is she good? In my dreams she's…delectable." He licked his lips for effect, knowing his words would halt Stefan's 'better-than-thou' finger wagging.

It did work; Stefan ran at him and pinned him against the wall. Damon laughed loudly, thoroughly enjoying the more violent side of his brother, when he realized that if he wanted Elena, he was going to have to deal with this side of Stefan a lot.

"Now, now brother," he smiled, "This just won't do…what would Elena think-,"

"What would Elena think about what?" A feminine voice asked sleepily from the top of the stairs.

Stefan instantly let go of his brother and stepped away from him, smiling hastily as he said, "'Morning, lovely love."

Damon made fake vomiting motions behind Stefan as Elena walked towards the latter, and she rolled her eyes as she hugged her beau. Damon hated that…lovely love...

Stefan knew he hated it, too. And to top it off, he kissed Elena, right in front of Damon. He really flung himself into it too, knowing Damon was still behind him. Little brother can do things to rile me up, as well…Damon gritted his teeth as he thought, And not riled up in a good way, either.

"Stefan…" Elena was breathless, and Damon hated hearing the lust in her voice.

Especially when it was his brother's name she was moaning, and not his. He walked back down the hallway, making sure to yell back at the couple, "No sex in the living room, you two!" but he was really only warning Stefan; if Elena was his, they'd have sex wherever they pleased…

Which brought him back to his daydream; he shut his door loudly and flopped back down onto the couch,trying to recreate the dream he'd been having before Stefan had called him down for an unwanted show.

Hearing Elena's soft moans coming from down the hall – Stefan hadn't listened, as Damon knew he wouldn't – he tried to weave them into his dream as he closed his eyes, imagining that it was he who was giving her such pleasure.

"…would dare question this," she smirked as she began stroking his manhood fiercely, and his response was to kiss her so hard she fell down onto the pillows hard.

He took his mouth away from hers, and she undid his pants with one hand as his lips trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin but not breaking it, teasing her. She sighed in pleasure and –

Stefan began making harder thrusts, causing his grunts of exertion to mix in with Elena's sighs and soft moans. "Damn it, brother!" Damon yelled, throwing his window open and jumping down to the ground. "That should be me…" he muttered, "Me… And the stupid dick's gotten so used to human pace it's making him think he's a human male…If I was to be making love to Elena, I wouldn't have to restrain myself, since she'd already be my eternal princess of darkness…"

As Damon ran away from the boarding-house, he was so far gone in his musings that he didn't hear, or didn't register, the cry elicited from Elena as control was lost.

Truth be told, I found this in a pile of notebooks, waiting to be typed out, so I hope it was good! Please review, and I'll be planning the next chapters soon! :D