Note: I do not own any of the characters but Lily. She's all mine and made to look and act exactly like me :) Enjoy...and is it right to see all this going down in my head? I'd like to think it is...

-The Vampire Diaries-

Damon was doing sit ups in his room when Stefan barged in, and when he entered the room, he rolled his eyes at Damon's shirtlessness. His eyes said "Damon, there are no women watching you. Put a shirt back on," but Damon merely smiled and continued his exercise. Being the one for drama, Damon rolled his eyes and exaggerated a sigh. Lately, his little brother has been on edge, hunting animals bigger than squirrels and rabbits. It was none of his business what Stefan was up to, but this never stopped Damon from sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

" Stefan. You ever hear of knocking? It's quite common among humans. They raise these things dangling from the ends of their arms and tap them against the wooden boards that lead to another room..." Damon grinned crookedly for a split second, but returned to his scowl. " You need something?"

Stefan's dark eyes fell to the floor in shame. " Elena graduates Friday, and I promised her that I'd do whatever she wishes as a gift..." The younger Salvatore sighed and raced a hand through his wavy hair.

Damon's smile was a million watts. " And let me guess...this 'gift' that she asked of you required the stripping down of clothes and much body contact?"

" How did you know? Did she tell you?" Stefan looked shocked, much to Damon's delight.

" No, but your eyes did. You always were an open book, little brother. I could tell what was bothering you even if you didn't tell me."

" That's mostly because the thing that was bothering me was always standing in front of me, looking me in the eyes." Stefan drew himself to his full height and stared at Damon. " If you think you'll ruin this for Elena and me, then you're wrong. I'll make sure that she gets the best night of her life."

Damon snorted. " I have no intention of ruining your little P.G.-13 pajama party, Stefan, so you can save you anger for another time that I actually do mess something up." Damon smirked and poured himself a glass of vodka. " Drink?" Stefan shook his head. " I always did wonder, though, when Elena was finally going to ask this of you. It's a big step, even for you," Damon sipped his drink, eying Stefan all the while. " I have to ask: when you said you'll give her the best night of her life, did you mean the prom? Or otherwise, meaning a warm bed. Maybe a few scented candles. Love letters, etcetera, etcetera."

Stefan felt his face shift and his fangs ached. " You're pissing me off, Damon. Can't you just well enough alone?"

" Ah, so you did write a love letter!" Damon laughed and drank the rest of his vodka. " I didn't think they still did that, nowadays. People do everything via email and texting instead of speaking face to face. Me? I'd rather face my speaker and tell it how it is."

Stefan calmed himself and shook his head in disgust. " That's because you like to see the pain in their eyes when you let then down. That's just you, Damon. Elena means the world to me, not that you'd care. You've never loved since Katherine died, and I don't mean screwing around with different woman every night because you can. You'll never understand the concept of love, nor ever find it again!"

Damon watched as Stefan angrily stomped out of the room. Shrugging his shoulders, he lay on his bed and stretched. Of course he found love again, it just wasn't who Stefan expected it to be. She was beautiful, smart and extremely strong willed. She was a wildfire, something unpredictable, and Damon loved the idea of her being his. Not Stefan's. Belonged to him and no one else.

From downstairs, he heard the doorbell ring. Stefan raced to the door and opened it, letting Elena inside and embracing her in a powerful, yet gentle kiss. In a flash, Damon was next to them, making gagging noises and pretending to vomit.

" Oh, please! Get a room! No one here needs to listen or watch this teenage nonsense!" Damon shook his head and folded his long, lean frame on the leather couch.

Elena smiled and laughed, music to Damon's ears. " Well, there's practically a hundred rooms here, so pick one!" Her hand found Stefan's and their fingers entwined. Damon looked away, the muscles in his jaw tightening. " So what did you need me here for? You left me a thousand messages on my phone..."

" Well, Caroline called here not too long ago and asked if we wanted to go to her-what was it she called it? Oh. 'The Prom Before The Real Prom Party'. Basically a pool party at her house. Would you like to attend?"

Damon's head poked up from the couch. " Yes! I would love nothing more than to attend a party filled with bikini clad young women," a wicked grin escaped from his control of his emotions, and Elena rolled her eyes.

" Damon, I strongly believe that you're the last person Caroline wants even looking from the outside in at her party. Besides, she hates your guts."

" Blunt little girl..." Damon grumbled, rolling his eyes.

" Perverted vampire," Elena glared at Damon. Seeing the power flare up behind her scrutiny, Damon recoiled back down onto the couch. " I would love to attend the party with you, Mr. Stefan Salvatore. I'm just surprised Caroline didn't call me and let me know herself about this..."

Stefan took her hand and kissed it gently, making Damon roll his eyes from where he lay. " I'm sure she was getting around to it. If she calls later tonight, then you can tell her that I told you and you would love to come."

" And if she doesn't?"

" Then when we go, I'll tell her myself that you're there to make sure I don't drown."

Elena's giggle made Damon growl and stand to his feet. " Well, I'm off to buy floaters for our little mermaid here. God forbid if he does drown..." Damon pulled on his leather jacket and flashed a quick smile at the lovers standing in front of him. " Anyone wish to come?"

" It's raining, Damon. Stefan could drown out there without his floaters!" Elena's own smile was quick, but much more effective than his own. Stefan made a gargled noise at the back of his throat, making the sound of drowning. He and Elena both laughed, and they were soon back in their lovers embrace, completely unaware that Damon had never left the house yet.

" Kids..." Damon slammed the door behind him, hearing a crack of wood against metal, but he didn't care. He stared straight ahead as the rain pelted down on his face and pushing his hair down over his eyes. As he passed Elena's car, he glanced at the headlights, contemplating whether or not he should bash them in just for a laugh, but further thinking made him realize that this would only cause her to stay overnight at the house, so he resumed walking again. Deciding that he was going too slow, he ran, faster than the human eye could see, and soon found himself standing in front of The Grill.

It was crowded with teenagers tonight, more than likely celebrating the upcoming prom night. Then again, teens will use any excuse to celebrate something just they could go out and get drunk or do drugs. Damon pushed past a group of rowdy boys, who stared at Damon as he went past, and went back to their game of pool.

" What can I get you tonight, sir?" The pretty bartender smiled sweetly at Damon, who didn't return the cocky grin that he normally gave beautiful woman.

" Your strongest, sénorita. I feel restless tonight..." He rubbed his neck and raced a tongue over his aching fangs, which had broke through his gums somewhat.

The barkeeper, whose nametag said Nancy, poured a glass of liquor and pushed it in front of Damon. Leaning forward, she placed her cheek in her hand and shook her head.

" Good luck finding something to do tonight. You're not going to find much variety here. Just the entire twelfth grade partying before the after party." She smiled again. " However...I get off in ten minutes. You in?"

Damon watched her jugular pulse with excitement as he smiled his famous smile that made women swoon under his gaze. " Very well, then. You have me convinced."

Nancy winked. " Great. Meet me behind The Grill in ten."

Damon chugged the rest of his drink, and after placing a bill on the counter, he slid out the back door. It wasn't a minute before Nancy came out behind him, putting up her hood.

" Damn, this rain is crazy! I suppose you wouldn't want to-" She paused, seeing Damon's warped face under the streetlight. " What the hell? What are you?" She tried to back away, but Damon had her helplessly cornered into a wall like a frightened animal.

" What am I? I'm a pissed off vampire who haven't had lunch in quite some time. It just so happened that you offered, and I obliged. So if wouldn't mind turning your head, belle, I will now suck your blood."

Nancy opened her mouth to scream, but she didn't get a chance when Damon sank his fangs into her neck and she strayed into unconsciousness.