N: Ok, so this is going to be a real triangle story between Damon/Elena and Stefan, so if you don't like the idea, don't read, but if you do, and you read it, might as well take a minute and leave a review, it would help me a lot!

Also, you should know that, the story's AU and, first, Elena didn't meet Damon yet, and second, the story picks up after Elena sees for the first time the picture Stefan kept of Katherine, only they haven't slept together yet and Elena doesn't have an accident, she'll just drive to a bar…sounds boring? Believe me, it's not, or at least it won't be for long. Actually there will be a lot of changes you'll probably figure out as the story goes.

The characters will be a bit (or a lot) OOC since I'm trying to make a mix between the ones in the show in the ones in the books as well as re-inventing some of them.

The story will be mostly from Elena's POV since it's more of a story of what loving two vampire brothers can do to an 18 year-old girl. Hope you'll enjoy!

I know I still have other stories in progress, but 'John Gilbert's daughter' is almost done (writing the last chapter), 'we pay the price' as well. I have the next chapter of 'friends with benefits' written, just need to reach my beta as for 'Lucky 13' I'll be finishing that one, don't worry it's just that, the school's starting in a week so I'm working like crazy – to make money for stupid books' and I don't have time to update every day.

I really hope you'll like this, I'm so damn nervous *biting nails*.

Thank you Ella for looking over this and Phyrfli for the beta work!


One drink, two too many

"You look like you can use some company," the man beside me said and I let out a semi-frustrated sigh. I used to be a very polite girl, but then again, I used to be a lot of things; life changes you.

"Not really, I'm waiting for someone," I answered absently, not even bothering to look at him, not really eager to have company.

"Of course you are, a pretty girl like you can't possibly be here alone." The line was amusing but the voice caught my attention.

I smiled at the lame pick-up line and turned around to look at the man who's been trying to get my attention. My eyes opened wide and I'm pretty sure I was drooling. He looked better than the men I have on my posters in my room. He looked like a damned Greek God! Midnight-black hair, a bit messy, falling all over his perfect face; dark curly lashes covering the most amazing silver-blue eyes I've ever seen; perfectly sculpted lips that just begged to be kissed (and I totally wanted to pass my tongue over them)…and his body…my God! His dark-gray shirt was covering him like a second skin, accentuating his every muscle. All this came with a breathtaking smirk on the corner of his mouth, making him look even sexier (if that was even possible). His beauty was flawless, angelic…inhuman.

"Well…" I started once I remembered how to talk, "…you're not too bad yourself and yet, here you are all alone at a bar."

"How do you know I'm here alone?" he asked.

"Well, for starters, it's your drink. It's bourbon, and an expensive one I might add, which means you're not here with your buddies for the hockey game, otherwise you would have a beer. Secondly, you're hitting on me, which you wouldn't do if you were waiting for your girlfriend or a date."

"How do you know I'm not a jerk that's hitting on you in order to entertain himself before his girl gets here?" he asked smirking at me.

"True…that's possible, but I don't think so. I think you're here alone, drowning your sorrows in that glass, probably over a girl that meant a lot to you. I'm pretty sure it happened a while ago and something made you remember her, maybe it was her birthday, or the day you broke-up…"

"The day she died…" he said interrupting me.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I'm so nosy – I don't know when to stop. I'm usually a pretty shy girl, but once I start talking…" I mumbled.

"Hey, don't stop on my account!"

"I really am sorry."

"I believe you, and by the way, you were right, it happened a very long time ago…" he said and with that came a moment of silence. It wasn't uncomfortable though. We were both taking time to process things and contemplate our next move. He was a lot faster than me.

"You lied…" he said and I turned my attention to him once again – not that I minded watching him – his blue…so blue, eyes were drawing me in, making me feel kind of lost, but I liked the sensation. I felt a little like I was drunk, but it wasn't possible since I barely had half the drink I ordered. Elena Gilbert may not be the party animal or even the greatest host, but Elena Gilbert could hold her liquor.

"Excuse me?" I pushed.

"You're here alone too; you're not waiting for anyone."

"Really? And what makes you say that?" I asked curiously. I really wanted to know what gave me away.

"Well, for instance, you've been here for more than half an hour, which means your friend would be late, but you're not checking the time every five minutes or trying to call him. Also, most people have the bad habit of looking at the entrance door every time it opens…you're not doing that, so…. You probably just broke up with your boyfriend or had a really bad fight with your best friend and you feel like no understands, so you decided to go somewhere where no one knows you. How did I do?" he asked, with a soft smile at the corner of his mouth – more like a smirk – that made him look devilishly handsome.

"You're good," I said and his smirk got wider.

"Well, you're not too bad yourself. So, which one is it?"

"The first…it's just…we're from different worlds," I answered in a sad voice.

"Different worlds? Are you serious? What is this, the 18th century all over again? You, the rich spoiled brat and he's the poor, honest guy that works for your father?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his theory. If only he knew…I'm a 17 year old girl and he was a 364 year old vampire whose ex-girlfriend was the exact replica of me. Talk about having a type, right?

"It's…complicated–"

"Isn't it always?"

"I suppose," I said not knowing want else to say. It was beyond complicated. I loved him…I knew I loved him…but it didn't seem like it was enough. When I found out he was a vampire I went through the whole process: denial, fear, anger and finally, acceptance. We talked about it, he told me about deciding to be different, that he didn't prey on humans even if that was his instinct, even though, he admitted he had been doing just that, at first. Yes…he was fighting against his basic nature, against his needs and desires. He didn't hunt humans, now, he hunted animals.

'I'm not like others' he said and I believed him. 'No more lies' he said and I believed him. That didn't turn out so well.

"Well, one man's loss is another's gain," he said winking at me.

My God he was…gorgeous – the word somehow didn't do him justice! Ok, maybe the fact that I haven't gotten laid in more than a year was playing a role in this attraction. Actually, my sexual experience was limited to just one guy, Matt.

Matthew Horace Donavan was the most popular guy at Mystic F. High. He was smart – he was in for a full scholarship at Preston – he was athletic and very well shaped – he was part of the football team and the Captain of the volleyball team – he was beautiful in the typical American way – blond messy hair, baby-blue eyes, gorgeous mouth with the bottom lip just a hint fuller than the upper one – he was, sweet and polite… you just couldn't NOT like Matt.

We'd been flirting since kindergarten. My mom and his mom had been friends since before we were born…so I guess it was inevitable; nobody was surprised when by the end of the third year of high school when we became 'The' couple of Mystic F. High. But then things changed…I changed.

I let out a soft sigh at the memory and returned my attention to the unbelievably sexy guy in front of me.

My hands were trembling with the desire to touch him, my lips were dying to feel his own against them and my skin was tingling, craving his touch. I was sure he'd be good…I mean regarding the way he looked and spoke, he had probably seduced many, many girls into his bed. I bit my lip nervously and he looked at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking…he probably did, but I didn't care.

I was looking at him and I felt myself getting enveloped by him. The attraction wasn't like anything I've felt before; my body was burning from inside-out in need for him…a need that scared me and intrigued me at the same time.

"I'm Elena, by the way," I said stretching my hand towards him. He grabbed it and raised it to his mouth. I felt his soft lips on my skin as he kissed my knuckles and I let out a soft gasp.

"I'm Damon," he replied, smiling. He let go of my hand and picked up his drink. "I like your butterfly," I looked at him confused, not knowing which butterfly was he talking about. "The one in your hair," he said like he had read my mind. From reflex I raised my hand to my hair and took out the small, blue butterfly-shaped hairpin.

"Here, you can keep it as a souvenir," I said, handing the clip to him.

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An hour later I was still at the bar, half drunk and actually having a great time with…Damon….

"Come on, you're giving up already?" he asked in a sweet voice right behind me, his cold breath blowing over my ear and I felt it everywhere, every nerve ending in my body responded to the sensuality in his voice.

"I've had enough. I don't want to get drunk, I hate hangovers," I said.

"Well, would you at least dance with me?" he asked grabbing my hand and before I had the time to process what was happening, he was dragging me towards the dance floor.

He spun me around a few times before pulling me towards him in a fast, direct move, making my chest hit his. It was hard and perfect…made me feel safe, turned on, and scared. I had…what is that you call them? Butterflies in my belly…yeah I had tons of them, all over, trying to break free. He placed his hand on my lower back…his touch was burning my flesh through the thin material of my t-shirt. His right leg was a perfect fit between my own and we were moving like we had danced a million times before. I was melting quickly in his embrace, like a snowflake in the palm of a warm hand.

His body just fit against mine perfectly. Call me crazy but I could feel his body talking to me, calling me in…

"You are a beautiful girl and a great dancer, if that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend of yours isn't here fighting for you, then he's not in his right mind and he most certainly doesn't deserve you," he whispered in my ear.

He was making me feel good, beautiful, worthy and most of all… he was turning me on in a way that embarrassed me. I knew that if I let him go I would regret it for the rest of my life. My crazy aunt always used to tell me: 'don't regret the things you did, there's nothing you can do about it; regret the things you didn't do and change it!' I guess she had a point, it's better to just go for it than spend the rest of your life with 'what if' in your mind, right?

"Damon…"

"Hmm?"

"Would you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Ask away! Qualsiasi cosa per te,*" and that smile was on his perfect lips again making me all weak in the knees. It didn't really matter what he said, it sounded sexy and beautiful.

"Would you take me to a room upstairs and make me forget I ever had boyfriend?"

"Are you sure that's what you want? You might regret it in the morning."

"I'm sure I will regret it more if I don't…"

"Then it would be my pleasure…"he practically purred in my ear.

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"This is it," he said as he unlocked the door, "after you," he stepped aside, letting me enter ahead of him.

I got inside and turned around to watch Damon lock the door behind him. He put the keys on a small, round table that was placed by the end of the tiny hall and he was looking at me like he was seeking for permission to approach me. I licked my lips and I guess that's all it took, because in a fraction of a second I was pressed against the wall. He placed his hands under my ass, pulling me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth was almost devouring mine…he was licking, biting, pulling me in, like his life depended on it. I've never been kissed like that...and I probably never will be again, not even with Stefan. Stefan's kisses had been great…and every time he kissed me I felt like I belonged with him, I felt alive. The way Damon was kissing me made me feel like nothing else mattered, like I hadn't known what kissing could feel like, as if my senses had been dulled my entire life and I hadn't know what life could feel like.

His hands started traveling all over my body: my back, my shoulders, my arms, my chest, my abs, and my thighs. What was even more amazing was that he seemed to be moving his hands without purpose, but he was touching all the right places to make my body tremble and my heart sing; like he just knew where and how to touch me.

Overtaken by lust, I pushed him against the wall behind him and started unbuttoning his shirt in a hurry. I wanted to feel his skin under my palms so badly it hurt. You know the feeling you have when you're thirsty; so thirsty that you'd kill for a glass of water? That's the way I was feeling right now. I needed him to be able to breath, pure and simple.

His tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of my mouth in a slow – so slow – rhythm that it was making my head spin and my heart rate jump. His fingers tangled in my hair and he was brushing his index finger over the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I finally managed to unbutton his shirt all the way and I let out a satisfying moan, as I ran my hands over him. I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders, I took a step back just to let my brain take a mental picture of the beautiful man standing in front of me. His body was perfection. He looked better than in any of my fantasies. I just had to take a minute and explore his chest, abs, arms…my eyes were following my hands as they explored every inch of his upper body. He probably read the hunger in them, because I could feel him smile.

"Like what you see?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

"Oh, yeah," I said biting my bottom lip and meeting his eyes.

I pushed him against the wall…again and started kissing my way down starting with his jaw line, continuing down his neck, his shoulders…I bit him lightly and he let out a guttural moan that gave me chills down my spine and a strange tingling sensation low in my belly. Before I got the chance to explore his body any farther, he placed his hands under my ass, picked me up, and had me hitting another wall in a heartbeat while he pressed his body against mine. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and I could see the appreciative look on his face.

"Red…my favorite color…" – it was red alright, the kind of red that reminds you of fresh blood – he mumbled right before pulling the strap of my bra over my arm, kissing my shoulder, then caressing it with the tip of his tongue. As soon as his mouth got to my collarbone, his hand slipped behind my back and in one effortless move, he unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor.

"I would've thought black's your favorite color," I said, breathlessly, since he was dressed all in black.

"I like black too."

"It suits you."

A moment later I heard his keys, among other things, hit the floor as he brushed them aside and placed me on the small table in the room. His lips descended on my neck and I forgot about everything else other than the burning sensation between my legs. I let my head backwards as I moaned his name in pleasure.

"Oh, God…" I whimpered when I felt his warm, wet tongue on my hard nipple. He unzipped my jeans as he was kissing his way down my abdomen and I could feel my body shiver in response. He took off my jeans along with my panties…I was now completely naked in his arms, but I didn't get to think about that as his fingers started playing a mesmerizing dance around my clit. He soon replaced his fingers with his tongue and he was making figure eights all over my core; he was doing it slow and every stroke was taking me closer and closer to my promising release. I felt one of his fingers slide inside my folds and I thought I was about to faint. I never knew my body could respond so violently to a man's touch, but there I was, shaking uncontrollably, like when you have a high fever and no matter how many clothes you have on you're still so damn cold.

He added a second finger and started moving them in and out, his tongue never leaving my clit, going up and down, applying pressure against it. My mind partially blacked out and I don't think I could've remembered my own name.

"Oh God…oh God…" I shouted, over and over again, praying to live just another minute to feel his touch.

The intensity of my orgasm left me lifeless. I could barely move; I didn't even want to move. I opened my eyes and got hit by a blue wave. I swear he had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Their intense blue color was holding some kind of deep emotion in them, one I couldn't quiet put my finger on, but it was there every time he looked at me.

From the first moment I saw Stefan I thought he was the most beautiful guy I'd ever seen – and he was beautiful – his spring-green eyes and soft brown hair. Stefan was beautiful in a human – as human as a vampire could get – way, Damon was beautiful in an almost alien-like way…he seemed just too beautiful to be just human. Also the shape of his mouth reminded me of someone…someone I knew well, but I just couldn't place them at the moment.

He kissed his way back up my body, until he got behind my ear. He sucked gently on my earlobe and whispered, "Now comes the part where I make you forget your boyfriend's name," in my ear and the anticipation of what this gorgeous man was about to do to me sent chills down my spine.

'Stefan…oh yeah…my boyfriend', I thought absently, I kind felt guilty…but this wasn't about him, it wasn't some kind of pay back because he lied to me. No, this was about me; I had needs and Damon was fulfilling each and every one of them. He was pleasing me in ways I never thought possible. Some part of me knew this was wrong…but I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. My body yearned for him, for this, and I had to listen to it. This never happened to me before, wanting a guy with such intensity that I could feel my body burn, not even the first time with Matt.

Damon picked me up bridal-style and walked me towards the bed, placing me on the mattress, slowly, like I was breakable. His moves and touches were kind of…tender and a strange feeling came over me.

I immediately pushed him over and climbed on top. My hands unzipped his pants inpatiently and pushed them over his hips. I pulled back and my eyes opened wide; he was sooo big. I curled my fingers around it and licked it from bottom to the top right before taking him in my mouth as deep as I could. The soft growls coming out from his throat gave me the confidence I needed and soon I was going up and down, using my hand at the same time.

He didn't let me finish and quickly placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over, placing himself above me. I could feel the tip of his thick member at my entrance. He lowered his head and kissed me: slow, deep, passionate…sucking the soul out of me. The emotions in that one kiss were overwhelming and I thought I was just going to evaporate. Finally he entered me, going all the way to the hilt, and I moaned in pain – at first – he was big and I was tight, but somehow we fit.

"I'm going to make it better, babe, I promise," he said and I smiled. It was already better. Once my body adjusted to… uh, his size…it felt great…it felt perfect, like I was meant to be his and his only.

He stopped and I protested. His hand reached behind me and grabbed a pillow. He lifted my hips and placed it underneath them. He pulled back an inch, pressed his thumb on my clit and started moving it in small circles. Everything around me lost form, color and meaning…everything but him. His eyes were gazing directly into my own and each thrust was pushing me into a whole new level of pleasure.

"Damon…oh God, Damon…please…I…" I yelled and I'm sure the whole building heard me. A multiple orgasm took control of my body and I collapsed under him, my nails dug into his back and I could feel his dick pulsating inside me, getting closer to his own release.

"Elena…" he murmured my name against my ear as he came and something inside me just ached for him.

A few minutes later I fell asleep in his arms, dreaming about everything that was Damon.

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*- anything for you.


N: So…this was the first chapter, hope you liked it enough to wish to read another one. Please, if you like the story and the idea, leave a review and let me know.