Title: Mates
Author: Mrs. Elena Salvatore
Genre: Romance, Humor?
Rating: possible M
Words: 1,553

Summary: For his people, mating can either be a curse or a gift. For him, it's both.

Author's Note: HEY GUYS! this is just a little sneak peak on a DELENA story I'm working on! This story is kinda like a story I read here on FFnet, It's a high school musical one, and the mythology of this story is similar to it. I'm just going to change a little few facts about my characters. I'm also going to try to make my characters feel like the characters on TVD. I hope ya'll like it. And check out the HSM story I'm talking about! It's "MY PROTECTOR BY SOCCERFRIENDS118".

Damon

Monday, 10:00 pm

I let out a huge gust of breath as I dropped the last bag on my new apartment. Woo-pee-dee-fucking-doo! The apartment looks… decent. It had a large plasma T.V. on the living room, a huge king bed, and a fucking enormous bath tub. That shit has to count on my pros list.

This place was better than living with my brother though, now that he's found his own mate. Cue the fucking annoying loneliness "sigh". Ugh, sometimes I just wish… that mate was here. I had been waiting for almost what? A fucking century! But back to my lil' bro, so he had found his mate and they won't stop boning! And worst of all, his room is beside mine, and with my super-hearing and all made everything much – very much – worse.

But that prove something though, for a very long time – I mean VERY – I thought he was gay. He had never even tried to look up to girls' skirts; he even ignored those bimbos who threw themselves at him! He always said, "I'm waiting for my mate, Damon. I will never give myself to anyone other than her." But who am I to talk? I mean I had flings with some couple of hot chicks out there, but none of them meant anything. After Stefan said something close to those lines, I'd always say something like, "Well I think my mate will appreciate me being… talented in the bed department so that I could satisfy her needs."

But Stefan's mate is so fucking annoying! The woman needs a chill pill; she made everything a big deal whenever I was around! She even tried to change my room to the color white! Black, my brothers, always. Her name is Katherine, and only from her name you could already sense the bitchness in it. Well all of her is a bitch, so don't get me started on how much I hate her. But once you found your mate, you can never be with anyone else. You're stuck with her forever. Mating never really struck to me, I don't really care about it anymore. Humans are too vile for their own good now. You can never find a single normal human anymore – meaning kind, nice, compassionate, and nothing evil. Humans are now such vile creatures, worst than we are.

What mates, you might ask? See… I'm a werewolf. Yep, the whole wolf thing every full moon, but get this… I transform anytime I want. There's two different types of were-people: the 'Weres', and the 'Werewolves'. The Weres are humans bitten by werewolves, they are changed because of the venom we have. They are not full born werewolf like the werewolves are – meaning me. They can't change to their wolf forms, they can produce a little bit of hair on their body and face but they can't transform to full blown werewolf. We are faster, stronger, and better than them.

But the only thing that the Weres and werewolves are similar to, are the 'mates'. Mates are like soul mates for us. If one found their mate, they'll never be allowed to have anyone else, they are not banned from it, but they banned themselves from it. I have heard them describe the feeling of having a mate… the affection, the love, and the sense of completeness. Scoff, please! I had yet to meet my mate. And once they found their mate, they will feel the over-protectiveness, over-controlling, and horniness ooze from their body for their mates.

I felt myself drift off to my bed, as the thoughts of mating and shit became too much for me and my drunken ass. Goodbye world and sigh.

Tuesday, 9: 00 am

Brown curly mahogany hair filled my vision, vanilla and freesias invaded my senses, and a beautiful pair of chocolate brown eyes stole my soul as experienced them all at once. What is this? Where am I? Who is this beautiful creature right in front of me? Why can't I see her face?

"You are such an ass sometimes." she said teasingly.

"Only to the people who is not you, babe." I heard myself say.

I felt a hand grasp my shoulder as the girl leaned into me, I can't help to anticipate and lean into her too. I felt the weirdest pull to her.

So pretty, beautiful and perfect.

I could hear the chirping of the birds, I could see the vast canvas of trees from my peripheral vision, and I could feel the tickling irritation of the grass beneath us. But none of those matters because all of I could focus on is the woman standing right in front of me, eating me and my soul slowly.

All is forgotten when her plump, luscious lips were only three feet apart…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Smash. Fuck. What was that? Jesus, that didn't even count as a wet dream! But isn't it a little bit creepy having a wet dream about a mysterious woman you had never met before, or set eyes upon? Fuck, I need a new clock now. Stupid strength! Shit can be a pain in the ass sometimes. I internally groaned as I remembered my appointment to the local bar for a job interview.

It's the only place where I could hang out near my guilty pleasures, and I mean beer, bourbon and jack. I quickly slipped out off of my covers and went to take a quick, cold shower.

When I was finally in front of the local bar, I could already feel the stares of the women around me, checking me out. I was wearing a simple John Varvatos V-neck shirt, and simple designer jeans. Nothing new, but simply sexy towards the woman; but I couldn't help thinking about the woman in my dream, would she like what I'm wearing now? Or would she like me at all?

"Hi! What are you here for?" a perky blonde girl asked me from the bar.

She's okay, but totally not worth my time. I know I'm harsh, but this is because of Stefan. I blame him. Damn that motherfucker and his mate.

"I'm here for the wanted sign plastered on your window?" I inquired, it sounded like a question to be honest.

"Oh yes! Just let me get Matt – the owner – for you." She seemed pretty happy with me employing here. "My name is Andie Starr by the way." She said, handing me her hand for me to shake.

I shook it gently, "Damon Salvatore, and its nice to meet you too, Andy." I said giving her a smile or a smirk… it doesn't matter.

After that, she quickly took off to get Matt. It took only a minute for him to come here. Guess they were desperate for a bar tender huh?

"Hey man, I'm Matt Donovan. I heard you're applying for the bar tender place?" he said.

"Yup. Damon Salvatore. I had some experience back in New York, and some couple of states. I hope that'll be good enough for you to hire me?" Shit. Did I sound too cocky? Well, I am cocky, if you know what I mean…

"Shit, man. You're hired. New York? You must be very good at bar tending then. And I'm really desperate for one, the last one I had was a total douche!" he exclaimed.

After he said that, I saw Andie giggling behind him. I sent a smile on her way, it's a reflex.

"Thank you!" I told him gratefully.

"Just don't hit on my sister, dude. And you're fine by me." He said threateningly.

"And what makes you think I'll do something like that?" I said too innocently.

"I know your type, man." He said, as he slowly shook his head and walked away.

"So you're hired?" Andie asked as she quickly approached me.

"Yup!" I smirked.

Suddenly, I felt my body stiffen as I caught a sent of vanilla and freesia come to my way. I quickly snapped my head to where it's coming from, I cannot be sure because there's a lot of people in the place. I don't know why but I could feel my body responding to it. I just want to roll over that scent; I want to devour whoever holds that scent. I heard Andie calling my name but it was distant because all I could focus on was the scent. It's slowly luring me in, eating me alive. I must find where it's coming from. FUCK, I was not expecting it, but it hit me full force. It was in front of me, more like a she.

"Hey, Andie!" a bell-chimed voice greeted right in front of me; god damnit, I just want to ravish the shit out of her. What the fuck am I thinking? I don't even know her! Let alone her name!

I quickly snapped out of my trance and looked at the creature in front of me. I could literally feel my jaw dropping on the floor. She's stunning, beautiful! I could feel my cock harden beneath my clad jeans. Her curves are amazing! Her eyes are captivating, her hair looks so soft! But most of all… She's the fucking girl in my dream last night!

Fuck, I think…. I think I found my mate.

My mate.

So, that's just a little sneak peak, and I hope you could help me.

A. Should I continue this story? I plan on a lot of smut btw.

B. Who do you think should be Stefan's mate be? Caroline? Katherine? Bonnie? any other characters? vote pls! So that I could make a rough draft about Stefan's chapter!

C. What should I do with DELENA? slow burn or fast burn?

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