Set in 1x13 "Children of the Damned" when Damon was holding Elena in exchange for the Grimoire. Just a look into what may have been going through his mind. Intended as a one shot, but may be continued (it's up to you guys, I'll take a vote. Continue or leave as is?).

For those of you reading my story "Choices", I'm terribly sorry I haven't updated all summer. -bows- But! Look out! More chapters are on their way :3

So without further ado! I present:

"I hate her."

I held her to me, one arm around Elena's slim waist and the other pressed to her lips. I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't want to snap her neck, even though I just told Stefan I would. I just wanted to hold her this close. Forever.

But I couldn't. She was St. Stefan's.

I scowled to myself.

And did I just slip when I said, "You and I will have a little vampire girlfriend!"

You and I…As if.

She would never be mine.

That's why I was so intent on getting Katherine out of the tomb.

Then it hit me.

I didn't want Elena because I thought she was like Katherine. They were obviously very different. I wanted Katherine because I could picture her as Elena (wasn't hard, since they looked like twins).

Elena was the one I wanted.

But she hated me.

I was the monster, the murderer, the ass, and most importantly-

I was her worst nightmare.

I was the one threatening to turn her just for some witch's cookbook.

What was it with me and falling for the same girls Stefan did?!

Why did they look exactly alike?!

Why did I have to let this wondrous, beautiful, smart, GOOD, and loving girl go back into my brother's arms?!

He threw the Grimoire to the ground.

I hesitated, looking at Elena who was obviously in a panic. I kissed her hair. Not once, but twice, taking in her scent. She smelled like lilacs. But it was mixed with something else…Sweet and pure…I couldn't quite place it in the short time I had to hold her.

I let her go slowly, pushing her towards my brother as she hesitantly walked.

She ran into his arms and they ran off together. Away. From me.

Yes. Run away from poor, unstable Damon.

The monster who would do anything to get Katherine out of the tomb she was being held within. The one girl that was as close to Elena as possible.

…I couldn't trust her. She betrayed me.

I couldn't trust anyone but myself.

And hell. I couldn't even trust myself. Because I was letting myself fall for her.

I hate her.

I hate Elena with every fiber of my being, with every faint beat of my vampire heart, and with every pulse of human blood through her veins, that hatred grew.

I hate that she's his and I hate that she'll never be mine.

I hate that she hates me.

And most of all, I hate that I love her.

I needed to open that tomb. NOW.~