Title: Lies and Deceit

Author: Ashley

Pairings: Damon/Elena, Stefan/Katherine, some minor Stefan/Elena for storyline purposes

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of The Vampire Diaries or the show itself. This is just fiction purely for fan entertainment. I do however own the ideas and most of the plotlines of the story. Please don't take them.

A/N: I figured that it was about time to start writing a VD fanfiction and after the season two premiere, I was inspired. I don't really have much of a summary in all honesty. I don't know where this is going just yet, or how long it will be. I'm not even sure if the title will stay as is. We'll see how it goes.

This all takes place almost directly after the premiere. Flashbacks are in italics. I like flashbacks and I'll probably be using them often. Coupling is basically going to surround Damon/Elena and Stefan/Katherine. If you don't like it, don't read. Damon and Stefan, and possibly even Elena may seem a little OOC, but I need it to be like that to keep with the storyline. This is M rated, so prepare for violence, swearing, graphic sex scenes and lots of drama.

Enjoy and don't forget to review!


Chapter One: Reflection

Surrounded by dim candle lighting, a glass of scotch in his hand, Damon's heart was breaking. He'd messed up. He'd let himself fall again, after telling himself he wouldn't, after telling himself that her trap was too easy to get into, to avoid her at all costs. He closed his eyes at the memory and a tear rolled down his pale cheek.

He stood several feet away where she pushed him, panting breathlessly as he asked her with his eyes and his words the one thing he needed to know more than anything else in the world.

"I just need the truth, just once." He pleaded, pain filling his lonely eyes.

"Stop," she instructed. "I already know your question...and its answer." She held her hand up to him. "The truth is I've never loved you. It was always Stefan," she breathed, the simple words ripping into him at the core.

Tears stung at his eyes, soon replaced by anger as he whipped his scotch into the fireplace.


"Just tell me what you're doing here?" Stefan demanded.

"Maybe I missed you. Is that an acceptable reason?"

His hands groped at her breasts while his lips travelled down her neck.

Unbeknownst to Katherine and Damon at the time of their heated conversation, Stefan had sat with his back against the connecting wall in the next room, his sensitive ears picking up on their whole ordeal. He heard Katherine's confession to Damon and his non-beating heart sprung up to lodge itself in his throat.

"It was always Stefan."

The moment he heard her heels travel across the floorboards, he rushed out of the room.

"Katherine!" he called after her.

She spun to face him. "Stefan?" she questioned. "Were you spying on us?" she smirked with a glint in her eye.

"Is it true?" he pleaded to know her answer.

She stepped towards him, reaching her hand up to drift along his jaw line. "Of course it is. It's you. It's always been you. I told you that's why I came back here." He reacted quickly, shoving her against the corridor wall, lips crashing against hers as his hands gripped her petite waist.

That had been almost a week ago, and here he was, having sex with Katherine in his bed, praying to God that Damon wasn't around to hear it. He'd be dead, he knew it. Not just because Katherine basically shattered Damon's heart and not because he was screwing her in their house, but because he was screwing her in their house after she shattered Damon's heart while Elena sat at home, oblivious to the couple's secret trysts.

He couldn't help himself. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. He'd been in love with her for the last century and a half, no matter what he tried to tell himself, and then she came back after all this time, to admit that Damon meant nothing to her and that she had wanted him all along. How could he say no?


"You're the liar, Elena. There is something going on between the two of us and you know it. You're lying to me, you're lying to Stefan and most of all...you're lying to yourself."

He was right. She knew he was right. From the day she had met Stefan Salvatore, she was intrigued, but from the day she'd met Damon Salvatore, she'd been in lust. Sure, he brought out her anger many times, but she couldn't deny that pounding her heart did, or the butterflies that broke free in her stomach or the sweatiness of her palms when he was too close to her.

"You're surprised that I thought you'd kiss me back? You can't imagine that I'd believe that you'd want to?"

Really, she wasn't surprised that he thought she'd kiss him back. Truth be told, she was more surprised at herself because she would've kissed back had it been her. In fact, she thought she'd never stop kissing back, and that scared her.

Her feelings for Stefan were there; they were secured in her heart and she was aware of them. But her feelings for Damon were strangely refreshing and exciting. They scared her, but she liked the feeling. She liked the adrenaline rush she experienced after talking with him. She enjoyed the dizzy feeling that floated through her head after he innocently brushed up against her. She wanted more. She wanted Damon. But she was with Stefan. She had to do the right thing.

Stefan loved her. She knew it and she loved him enough to hide what she felt for Damon from him, to save his heart.


"Come on, kiss me or kill me? What'll it be, Damon. We both know you're only capable of one."

She knew him so well. Now, he'd only wished he'd done the latter while he had the chance. She stumbled back into his life after 145 years, shoved him to the floor and moaned against him. His lower half outweighed his brain as he ground into her and his lips fell to hers. Thanks to that, he'd been all screwed up in the head, visited Elena and royally fucked up with her.

He really liked her, so much. Scratch that. He loved her. It wasn't because she reminded him of Katherine. Actually, she was the polar opposite of Katherine. Katherine was a conniving, menacing, insensitive bitch and now, he was well aware of the fact. Elena was soft, sweet, thoughtful, kind and most of all, she seemed to understand him; she was willing to dig deeper, past the rough and cold exterior that he forced upon himself and find the man that he used to be; the man that Katherine came along and changed.

"Stop it, you're better than this, come on," Elena pleaded with him, while attempting to shove him off of her.

"That's where you're wrong," he breathed.

He shook his head at the memory. No, she was right. He was better than this. He was better than the moping and the crying, the pining and the sadness. He really thought that he loved Katherine. All these years, all he wanted was one more kiss, one more caress, one more moment, but he'd been ignoring the fact that all along, she used both brothers. If Stefan was strong enough to walk away, he could too. He stood up from the lounge chair and climbed the stairs. He was going to see Elena. He was going to apologize. He was going to make this better.


"I was never in love with you, Katherine. You compelled me. None of my feelings were real."

"I lied," he stated while he pushed himself in and out of her.

Her eyes flew open at the comment that broke the silence. "What are you talking about?" she moaned to him.

"I've always been in love with you, Katherine. You may have compelled me to keep your secret, but I was always true when it came to my feelings for you."

"Not now, Stefan," she groaned, rolling her eyes before closing them.

"Okay, but," he grunted, lifting one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. "I just thought that you should know how–"

She pulled his face to hers to kiss him and stop him from talking. She didn't care what he had to say right now.


"Oh, Stefan...yes...mm."

Damon's still heart fell down to his stomach and he felt like he'd just thrown up a little inside of his mouth. Of course. Just add another shitty thing to his "List of Shitty Things that Happened to Damon This Week." He just had to walk by Stefan's room as he made love to Elena, while really he'd give anything to be doing the same to her.

"Katherine..." Stefan groaned out, "Oh, I love you so much..."

Damon's eyes went wide. Katherine? Did he hear right? Anger boiled up in him until he was sure steam was flying out of his ears. He slid the door open an inch, cringing at its small creak, peering in to catch a glimpse of the affair. Sure enough, he could recognize the tightly curled hair unlike Elena's straight locks, and he felt the stiff, cold air that he often seemed to find surrounding Katherine. Her voice was deeper, darker, and unlike that of Elena's. He pulled the door back into place and stormed out of the house. Obviously, both Stefan and Elena were over or Elena was being lied to. Either way, he needed to see her.


He thought he would pop into her bedroom again, but figured he probably wasn't welcome this time, you know after throwing himself at her amidst a depressive and angry state and then killing her brother. So he knocked on the front door.

Jeremy answered it almost immediately.

"Elena doesn't want to see you," he stated as a matter of fact, guarding the entryway.

Normally, he would have shoved him aside and walked right in but, "Jeremy, please. I need to talk to her. It's really important."

"Yeah, sure it is. Are you here to make a move or just snap my neck again?"

"Really, it's important, and urgent."

Jeremy rolled his eyes and stepped away from the door, "She's in her room," he threw back while turning around to walk into the kitchen.

Damon closed the front door behind him and found his way to Elena's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, so he knocked while simultaneously letting himself in. Elena jumped to her feet.

"Damon, I swear, get out of my house, or I'll call Stefan to come and kick you out," she threatened quickly.

"Elena, I just wanted to–"

"I don't want to hear it!" She cut him off. "I don't want to hear your excuses or your bullshit or your rude comments, I just want to be left alone." She paused, staring at him. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that she saw hurt in his ice blue eyes. "Anyway," she continued, "I'm waiting for Stefan, and he'll probably get pissed if he finds you here bothering me."

"Um, speaking of Stefan, has he been around much lately?" Damon asked, nonchalant.

"What'd you mean?" she asked confused.

"I just mean...since Katherine came around," his blood boiled at the mention of her name, "has he been by much?'

"No, actually, that's why he's coming over today. I asked him about it, but he said you'd been all depressed and mopey and he wanted to make sure you weren't suicidal, or more likely, homicidal."

"Oh, he...told you that?" he played along. Truth being, he'd barely seen Stefan himself. There was no way he was secretly watching over him to help chase away his sorrows.

"Yeah, he did," she said. "Now, why are you here?" she demanded an answer.

"I, uh, I just wanted to...apologize, Elena." He started, sitting himself down on the edge of her bed.

Elena looked shocked. "Go on," she sighed, sitting down a few feet away, posture mimicking his hunched over look.

"I was an asshole. I never should have come at you like that and Jeremy, I'm sorry about that. I was just, so angry at her and...I was angry at you for not...feeling the same way as me and...I just, wanted to let you know, I'm sorry and I...yeah. I think that's what I came to say..." he looked down, seemingly content in what he'd said.

"You don't have much experience in apologizing do you?" she smiled towards him.

He didn't notice. His head was down and he shook it "no" in response to her question.

"Well, if that's all, then um, I think you should go before Stefan gets here, but, I...I accept your apology and I guess I understand. I mean, you were angry and you don't have much practise holding in your angry emotions and stuff. But, Damon, next time be careful. One day you won't be able to take this kind of stuff back," she warned him.

"Elena," he started, his eyes rising to meet her alerted ones. She nodded her head, awaiting his following words. "Can you, uh, promise me something?"

She shrugged, "I guess that depends..."

"If you love Stefan, can you just make sure that he's...honest with you?" She looked confused. "I mean, I know this sounds strange but...just, don't let him take advantage of you." He finished while standing and walking a step closer to her.

He was right. This was strange. She didn't understand the relevance behind his comment but she nodded in response anyway.

"Thank you, Elena," he whispered as he laid a gentle kiss upon the crown of her head. He slowly walked out, returning the door to the ajar format he'd originally pushed it from.

Elena lifted a hand to where he'd kissed her as the butterflies erupted in her stomach.