A/N: Okay, so this is my first time ever writing Fanfiction, like out (instead of thinking up of things that would just occur between Damon & Elena. Sigh.) Please go easy on me with criticism, but any help would be greatly appreciated.
This was inspired by my constant months of listening to Maroon 5 because I was "in the mood" for them. The whole story will incorporate each song from their newest album "Hands All Over" and will play to the story. I guess you could say it's a songfic? But it's more like what happens Damon writes the songs. Ya know? Errrmm… well. Yes.
Summary: Damon Salvatore is the big, hot-shot, sex symbol of the music industry. Every year he tops the charts. What's his secret? He isolates himself in a different spot for every album. What happens when he decides to return back to his hometown and comes across a wannabe writer, Elena Gilbert, who turns out to be his music muse, for good and for bad.
Chapter One: Time to Go See Baby Bro
Damon Salvatore. Even the name itself was like luscious whipped cream rolling off the edge of your tongue. If this was a commercial, the word "sex" would come out of your mouth, in big, red letters. Yes, Damon Salvatore was sex.
The true question is which defining feature of Damon makes him this sex god, this unreal dream. Was it his raven hair with such shine that no man can hold a light to? Was it his to-die-for body that would put everyone from Adonis to Zac Efron to shame? Was it his compelling blue eyes that could draw you in and made you drop your panties (or boxers) to the ground? Better yet, it was probably his velvety voice. The voice that sings the heartbeats and heartaches of love. Yes, that would probably be it.
At the peak of the charts, Damon Salvatore had discovered the secret to the music industry. Every time he prepared to write a new album, he traveled to a secretive secluded area where he would hunker down and scribble lyrics until this album topped every artist, even Lady Gaga. Hell, his heartbroken songs would top Adele. You read that right, Adele. Secretive isolation. Oh, and talent of course.
Damon heaved forward and rested his elbows on his thighs as he tucked his chin into the palm of his hands. His rough calloused fingers grazing the five o-clock shadow that was mostly likely going to have a permanent home upon his face. He reeked of bourbon, as did much of his house. Clothes were randomly strung throughout the house, furniture askew, scratches on random surfaces of his home. Oh yes, it's exactly what you think. Damon Salvatore had a breakdown. No, no, no. Damon was too despaired to go out and have revenge sex, something he had indulged in too many times, but that wasn't happening anymore. Apparently women were starting to become picky about the kind of men they wanted a one night stand with. So what if he ended up like a blubbering sobbing fool in bed, naked? He was still hot.
This was his pit, the end, the rocky-ass pit that seemed to have fucking spears at the bottom. The cause of such despair? Two words: Katherine Pierce.
That dumb-bitch-stupid-whore-slutty-mcslutterson fucking cheated on him. Not once. Not with one person. But with any fucking guy that walked and had a dick. Damon let out a low growl before picking up his bottle of bourbon and throwing it at the fireplace that slowly smothering away. "Fucking bitch!" He loved her. He legitimately loved her. He was naïve to believe that letting someone into his heart wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass. And oh god, the humiliation. The paparazzi was having a field day with this. Thank god for Alaric.
And speak of the devil, who else would have to guts to waltz into the Salvatore, now bachelor pad, penthouse. "Fucking jesus, man. I told you she was bad news. But I'm not going to be the one that rubs salt in the wound." He walked into the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of orange juice. Dressed into a beige suit, he loosened the black tie around his neck before taking a sip of the juice and setting down the glass. Smirking at Damon, "Told ya so." Damon lunged at Alaric but only succeed into tripping over his couch. Here comes the irrational anger. "You asshole. Did you already sleep with her? Did you sleep with my fiancée too?" He emphasized heavily on the word fiancée before muttering other various swear words at his manager and also, best friend.
Alaric rolled his eyes before helping Damon up into a sitting up position at the couch. He rolled his eyes at Damon's catastrophic state, shirtless, shaggy hair, dark bags under his eyes. "Look, the paparazzi are going to revel in your current state. The album was a success, the tour was even better. How about you do your abstinent monk thing and go write another platinum hit. I'm sure Katherine gave you plenty to work with." Damon let out a scoff before dragging a hand through his now slightly greasy hair. He was usually seen with short cropped hair, clean shaven, sober half of the time. "Shit, I barely even recognize you anyways. Well, actually wear glasses or something. But I like this new look, gives you a more rugged edge." Alaric let out a hearty laugh before slapping Damon on the back. Then he realized how uncomfortable it was to touch Damon and his bare skin. Damn, Jenna really needed to get back from her vacation soon. "Look, just go and do your thing. This will be the thing that will bring you back. You can wave this in front of Katherine's face once it becomes number one on iTunes."
Damon sunk lower into his couch and rolled his eyes. Shit, he hated when Alaric was right. But where could he go this year? It didn't help the fact that he became even more famous with every album release. He had to really think. Secretive. Isolated. Damon scratched his head before laughing at out loud. "What?" Alaric tilted his head in curiosity. "Looks like I'm going to see baby bro." That smug smirk was plastered back on Damon's face.
"Wait, I'm confused." Alaric furrowed his eyes brows. "You fucking idiot. This was supposed to be the part where it would fade to black and then the next part would start. I'm going back to Mystic Falls, you idiot." Damon punched Alaric in the arm before wobbling up to his room to pack.
A/N: Okay. It's a slow start but I promise it will pick up. The next chapter will feature the first song in "Damon's new album" and we will finally meet Stefan.
Please tell me what you think about it. Like I said, it's my first story and everything so be gentle. ;-;