Summary : "All I know is that everything changes tomorrow, it'll be all unicorns and rainbows," He chuckled, sarcastically. "You'll go back to protecting Elena while being unconditionally in love with Elijah, and Ill go back to living in the moment while simultaneously loving Elena." He backed up, being pulled into a humorless laughter. "Our lives are so fucked up." (Mainly KatherinexDamon). *All Human*

Rating : T for slight language and a few sex-related topics.

Disclaimer : I Don't Own The Vampire Diaries Series. I'm Just A Sexually Frustrated Teenager Who Writes FanFics. . #SorryNotSorry

Side Note : Story Influenced By Ed Sheeran's "Give Me Love" (Played In Vampire Diaries 3x14)


Prologue

"Give a little time to me, Or burn this out.

We'll play Hide and Seek, to turn this around.

All I want is the taste that your lips allow.

My My, My My

Oh give me love."

"Give Me Love" - Ed Sheeran

His hands gripped the half-empty bottle as his mind grew foggy. The excitement around him seemed to grow as he saw lights all around him. Closing his eyes, he downed some more of the burning alcohol. The loud music in the background seemed to encourage him. He stopped chugging and stared into his nothingness. It was times like this, that he actually thought about his life. About his younger brother. About his love. About everything. Stefan has always been the one to get cut, but he was always left with the scars. For once in his life, it was the other way around and he had no clue what to do after he got what he wanted. He chased her for so long, that she has always been his main priority. But now that he has her...what now? He was a man that lived for excitement, not one that lived in the moment.

Did he really want her or was it the fact that Stephan wanted her, that he began to chase after her?

Did she really want him or did she feel the lost feelings Stefan had towards her?

He hated thinking when he was suppose to be having fun. He picked up the bottle again but before his lips could touch the bottle, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Stop." It was low and calm but held so much disappointment that it intoxicated him more then the Bourbon did. He turned and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes. He groaned, slightly amused. He took a swing of his drink while watching her raise her eyebrows. She turned to leave and he stood up to follow her. Slapping a fifty dollar bill on the bar, he picked up his drink and began to dodge drunk, dancing bodies. She led him out of the club and into the busy streets of New-York.

Sure it was a little past mid-night, but when wasn't New-York busy?

He followed her from a distance, taking a sip here and there. Before he knew it, they were walking in an alley by themselves. He could smell her beautiful fragrance from where he walked. He sped up and pushed her back against the wall. He chugged some more Bourbon, holding the bottle with his left hand. He picked up his right hand and ran the back of his hand down her soft cheeks. He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes as he moved closer.

"Da-"

"Don't move," he commanded. His lips landed on her's, hungrily. She could taste the alcohol on his lips and slightly gagged. She was more of a Scott person. But his lips distracted her from the alcohol. Lips she haven't tasted in a while. She wanted to raise her arms and pull him closer, but she couldn't due to her shock. She heard him let the bottle go and heard it crash against the cement. His, now empty, left hand clamped down on her other cheek and he lifted her head so he could get deeper into it. He was hungry for her, he always has been. She melted into the kiss, all the love she has ever had for him, all came out in that one kiss. His tongue licked her lips, before he backed away from her, angry with himself. She was still pressed to the alley wall. He leaned against the opposing wall and looked at her sadly.

"She's the drug, that I don't want- but you? You're everything I've ever asked for, and yet you're so far away," She didn't say anything. He always got like this when he's drunk. All in his feelings and what not. His deep blue eyes stared at her, thoughtfully. His eyes were her weakness. If she looked into them, long enough, her knees would feel like butter underneath her. "You're perfect for me," She shook her head.

"I can't- I can't betray my sister, Damon."

His voice raised a bit. "I'm not asking you to!" He took two steps and his body was pressed against hers. His lips pressed against her forehead. "You told me you'd be there for me."

She thought back to that day, he needed her most and how she made that vow to him. She closed her eyes, regretting what she said next. "What do you want me to do?" Her question seemed to trigger something in him.

What does he want in her?

He wants...he wants...he wants...sighing before he answered, "I don't know." He tilted his head down to look at her. She ignored his eyes. They've always been friends. Best friends at that. So why- why feel something for each other, now?

"All I know is that everything changes tomorrow, it'll be all unicorns and rainbows," He chuckled, sarcastically. "You'll go back to protecting Elena while being unconditionally in love with Elijah, and Ill go back to living in the moment while simultaneously loving Elena." He backed up, being pulled down into a humorless laughter. He stood next to her, his back now pressed against the same wall. "Our lives are so fucked up,"

"I do love Elijah," She objected.

"I never said you didn't," he turned his head to look at the side of her face. "But tell me, Katherine, are you in love with him?" She closed her eyes, wishing she could block him out. A small sarcastic laugh broke through her lips. She decides to be the good best friend and chase Damon into New-York to prevent him from doing something stupid and here she goes being questioned about how she feels about her boyfriend.

He was right about one thing though, their lives are really fucked up.

They were both pulled into a comfortable silence. The alley almost felt like their home. She thought about her feelings towards Elijah and he thought about what he wanted.

He has everything he wants. The perfect family, the money, the popularity, the best friend and now, the girl. But he still felt as though he was missing something. Maybe it's something he needs and not just something he wants.

She knew she had deep feelings towards Elijah, because... well, all the girls at their school did. He was a smart, charming, attractive, sweet and romantic guy. He was perfect. But maybe that was it, maybe he was too perfect. Perfect's boring.

"I want..." Damon paused, closing his eyes. "I want you so badly, right now, Katherine,"

He pressed his body on her's again. Searching her eyes, he ran his fingers down her cheek again.

"You have El-"

"Elena doesn't love me and we both know that, I'm her rebound." His eyes grew even sadder.

"I thought you wanted that?"

"I did-"

She scoffed. "Well you got what you wanted," He shook his head.

"No, I wanted a sense of love." He cleared his throat. "I wanted to feel loved." He brushed his lips against her. "Love me," He muttered.

"Love me, Katherine, love me," She pushed him back, upset.

"You're drunk," She knew she was stating the obvious but that was the only thing she could say that would potentially stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life. She continued to walk away, and he stood there, staring at the spot she was standing in.

"Give me love," he whispered. She paused, unsure if she heard him correctly. He cleared his throat again and turned to look at her back, throwing his hands up, he said, louder.

"Give me love!" She turned to look at him. "Love me!" She walked towards him and slapped him. She was angry with him for playing with her emotions.

Years! Years, she chased after him. Watching him and Stephan chase after her sister, while she stood in the rebounds, cheering for Damon. She went to every one of his basketball games and helped him make some of his ex-girlfriends jealous. She was there for him, when his mother died. She took the blame for every mistake he made. She loved him for all these years, and here he goes asking for the one thing she made sure she did.

"Tell me, Damon, why her?!" She yelled, angrily. "Two fucking words, and you would have had me, no if and's or but's about it! What does Elena have that I don't?! What can she do that I can't?!" A tear ran down her cheek, but she didn't bother wiping it away. "Why couldn't you love me, like you loved her?! Why couldn't you see that-"

His lips crashed on hers, angrily. This kiss was different from the first. More anger, more passion. She was going to make sure he remembered her lips in the morning, if it was the last thing she did. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, their tongues invaded each other's mouths. The air around them was tense and intoxicating. The continue to pull each other closer, until it felt as though they were stuck together. She felt everything that he felt and vice versa. She pulled away from the kiss.

"I've always loved you,"