**To those who've only read the books-thing will seem much different then what you know of the situation and to those who've only watched the show-some descriptions will seem odd and off point. This story is based off a mixture of the two, which is why I posted it as a crossover, linking it to both the TV show and the book series. I found it too hard a task to choose between the two for a basis for my story and figured what the hell this is reality very different from the two already and since I have complete control over my own writing why can't I embrace the qualities from them both that I find the most conducive to an interesting plot? So that's what I've done- I warn you now if you are partial to one or the other this story may not appeal to you but if you are interested in seeing a completely new journey (or just share my obsession with the dark and dangerous Damon and would like to see a bit of happiness in his life for once) then I hope you find this just as juicy and exhilarating to read as I do to write :)- N. Paris**

Amalgam

Chapter 1:

Encounter

Morgan hated today, today was an absolutely horrid day, just another reminder that perhaps coming out to this quiet little Virginia town just to be in the presence of a great intellectual mind such Professor Denali's was not such a good idea. She took another swig of her scotch on the rocks and tried to push the thoughts of her day back into the dark part of her mind. She didn't want to be reminded of how extremely narrowed in on her Denali had been, didn't want to remember the way she basically used her as a public display of stupidity.

Morgan was not an unintelligent woman, you couldn't be working on your Master's Degree in Psychology with duel minors in Philosophy and Sociology and be unintelligent, it just didn't work like that. Yet ever since she'd come to George Mason Denali, a women she had worked her ass off to work with, had been singling her out in damn near ever class and was twisting every single response Morgan had given her.

It pissed Morgan off, because she knew Denali was fucking with her, yet she couldn't tell if is she was to trying to break her-which no one was possible of-or testing her. Either way, it was both infuriating and embarrassing to be publicly spoken down to in front of a room full of people and it took ever ounce of her respect for the woman's work to control her temper from flaring up and blasting the bitch down a peg or two.

She blew out a sharp breath and threw her head back to finish the last of her drink in one giant gulp before sliding the empty cup down the bar to the bartender as she smiled and requested another. While she waited for the next one, she pulled the length of her hair over her one shoulder and gently messaged away the tension that was building up in her opposite shoulder, letting her eyes flutter closed softly as she enjoyed the pressure she applied to the tight muscles there. Her solitary bliss was broken by the sound of a smooth deep voice coming from the side of her that wasn't cloaked in the dark wall of large curls. The voice startled her slightly, because no one had been there before and she hadn't even heard a rustle of movement that would indicate someone approaching her; hell she'd even missed the sound of the chair dragging across the wooden floor- damn how lost in herself had she been?

"Excuse me," she said as she seized the motion of her hand and opened her eyes. The man before her was devastatingly handsome, which made a genuinely pleased smile creep across her lips. He had a light complexion, the purity of it made her think of flawless white marble, and it made the onyx of his eyes even more striking. She'd never seen someone with eyes that dark, they were extremely captivating. They matched his sporadic strands of hair that fell down over his forehead, coming up just short of his thick eyebrows. The rest of it had just enough sexy length that it came slightly over his ears in un-kept yet styled tousled fashion. It was thick and dangerously straight but had a sort of volume that caused Morgan to want to run her fingers deep into it, grabbing erotic fistfuls of it as she pulled him into her; yes it was certainly that sort of hair.

His jaw was square and strong, the lines of it tempting her to run her teeth or lips along it. And his lips, what beautifully full and inviting lips he had, even when the corners of them were pulled back in that cocky manner; how could he not be cocky when he looked that marvelous?

His attire was all clad black, a mixture of leather, silk and denim from head to toe. All that black burning next to that marble skin made him look dangerous. Like one of those painfully beautiful, cocky, dangerous boys who steals your virtue and that very easily convinces you to do very bad things with him while he starts fights, causes trouble and blows your mind-Morgan loved those kinds of boys, they were sort of her weakness.

"Bad day?" he said in a smooth and erotic tone as his dark eyes glittered in the way a polished black car would when finally being introduced to the sun after being held captive on a showroom floor. "The only kind of days I seem to have lately," Morgan said with a sigh as she gripped the cup the bartended slide towards her before taking a deep sip of it. He tightened his jaw, a hint of empathy dancing across the darkness of his eyes, making them even darker for a moment (if that was even possible) as they scanned her face before they went back to their previous shade as they met hers. He half smiled as he lifted his glass to her and spoke in that smooth tone again, "Let's drink to that."

She let out a soft single breathy laugh and raised her glass, tapping his with it as she held his eyes and drew the cup to her lips, their eyes never breaking contact as they sipped. She licked the small bit of residual scotch off of her lips as she arched her eyebrow slightly (a reaction to his smoldering gaze that she didn't really intend on making)and his lips spread to reveal a bit of an amazingly brilliant smile as he lowered his head so he held her eyes from under his brow.

Every fiber of her was screaming he was dangerous, that the onyx of his eyes were a clear indication that he would be nothing but trouble and that she should break their gaze and save herself from some clearly bad decisions she'd make with him, and she couldn't get enough of it. She needed to relieve some of the tension she had built up in her body, needed to use him as her release and bad decisions were always so fun. It'd been so long since she'd made some, she'd been behaving herself so much lately that she was due a little recklessness.

Morgan turned towards him, opening up herself to him for the first time since he slipped into the seat next to her, and spoke in a tone nearly as smooth as his, she wasn't unversed in the workings of this scene, their eyes still locked, "It's a general rule of mine that I at least know the name of the random dark and mysterious strangers I drink reality away with at the bar-so, before I get you completely wasted and have my way with you what name is it I'd better be unable to say later?"

He tilted his head in intrigue, obviously pleased with her forwardness as he arched his brows and ran his tongue sleekly over his top teeth before responding in a tantalizing raw and husky voice as he leaned closer to her, "I promise you that you won't even get the beginning of Damon passed your lips." He smelt like expensive cologne, something like Armani, and leather, a mixture she wasn't quite used to but rather much enjoyed-good he's a well off bad boy, if she played her card right she just might get him to buy some of the drinks before she used him to emit some of her frustrations.

She winked as a wicked smile crept slowly across her lips and she brought her glass to them, her tone a sultry whisper against it's brim, "Well Damon, I will definitely drink to that." His smile was just as wicked as he spoke in a cocky and erotic tone that flowed so smoothly that she couldn't help but shiver slightly, "If that's what we're drinking to then I think it's best that the rest should be doubles and that shots are in order."

She tilted her head slightly and one of her eyebrows arched in intrigue as she lowered the cup away from her lips, "That confident?" He didn't even wait a beat, his response slipped from his lips just as soon as hers passed hers, "Absolutely." "I hold a man to his word," she said leaning a little closer to him and narrowing her eyes very slightly. "Well then I guess it's lucky for you that I don't say anything I can't follow through on," he said as he closed the space between them further so that she could smell the sweet whiskey mixing with his hot breath to create a thick sheet of intoxicating addiction that she was more then eager to drag into her lungs.

"Well in that case I guess neither of us should be left wanting tonight," she said confidently as she brought their lips to the point that they almost touched. "No we wont," he said against her lips. She let him give her a small taste of what it was like with him as their lips moved skillfully together, a raw passion and hunger indicative in the way they responded to one another that she'd never experienced before. His taste was in perfect synchronization with the aroma of his breath and she could practically feel her body melting into the addiction he was creating for her with his mouth.

She pulled away, even though it was like denying the rich blend of Cognac when you had a weakness of brandy, and met his onyx eyes that were surprisingly composed considering how quickly she'd just stopped in the middle of their kiss-she was absolutely certain that anyone who kisses like that wasn't used to behavior like hers. But she wasn't going to let him take her that easily, he'd have to work just a little bit harder-she had more respect for herself then that. "Tequila," she said as she arched her brow and brought her glass back to her lips.

His eyes narrowed in confusion, causing his brow to crease beneath the sporadic wisps of his bangs. She released another small breathy laugh as her lips arched and she sipped her drink again before speaking, "I prefer my shots to be of tequila." He held her eyes, a brilliant movie star smile that was teetering on the edge of sinister breaking free as he snapped over his shoulder to get the bartender's attention before putting in his request as he held her eyes, "The lady and I would like double shots of Patron with each drink and she drinks nothing but double black labels for the remainder of the night."

She held his eyes as the bartender slid a new glass before her that was as he requested accompanied by her shot. "A man after my own heart," she said letting a mischievous smile arched on her lips as she finished what was left of her inferior Dewar's. "Well we are drinking to word tonight are we not?" he said making his eyes smolder as he matched her smile.

He found Morgan to be a rather intriguing woman. She was clearly very beautiful, her dark curly hair that fell down to her tiny waist contrasted the pale slightly peach of her complexion deliciously. The apples of her cheeks were a soft flushed pink and her lush and swollen lips were a lavish shade of soft red like they were permanently stained from a pomegranate or perhaps something more devious. She had large doe like brilliantly green eyes that had a little bit of golden flares around her pupil and a thin line of jet black surrounding the iris that were framed by long sweeping black lashes.

The lines of her face were soft at first glance but if you truly took them in they were surprisingly striking. Oddly enough he couldn't quite put his finger on what origins we're responsible for this delicious threat he'd spent the last three hours with but he was thankful none the less. He enjoyed the company of beautiful women and he never fed from anyone other then them unless the situation was drastic but seldom did he ever want to listen to their mindless chatter.

Normally he'd entertain them for a brief period of time until he couldn't be bothered with it any longer, at which point he'd compel them to keep quiet until they'd fulfilled their purpose to him. But Morgan was a rarity because she was both scrumptious and didn't waste time playing cute or coy. She also didn't ask a million pointless questions or whine about her mundane, pathetic human life. No, she just spoke very frankly about her intentions and insisted on having a good time while keeping the babble to a minimum-which he found appealing. He didn't have to compel her openness to ease or her lack of intimidation, she (like so many for before her) just simple wanted him-and how could she not?

She had a sort of magnitude that drew people towards her and he doubted if she'd ever really truly been alone before. They gravitated towards her as she started to unwind, eager to be inside this playful and extroverted energy that she created around herself.

The effect she had on them had gotten on his nerves slightly when the guy they hustled in pool for two-hundred bucks slid his hand across her ass whenever he crossed when her to make a shot. It shouldn't have bothered him, she was just one of the many girls he'd met at the bar, but he had a stack claimed on her-she was his to have tonight, he could come back for what was left when Damon was done. And at first she ignored it, took it as unintentional caress that'd been created by cramped area of the grill but the second time irritated her and got him a dirty look. The third time gained him a snide remark with a threat and the fourth and final time (which had Damon damn near ready to snap his wrist to remind him that he don't share) brought him flat on his back on the floor-she threw one hell of a right hook and that rush of anger that lead her to snap was extremely sexy. And once that was over, she was back to being fun again, it was slightly psychotic and twisted the way she could brush it off and continue as though nothing had just happened-it was amazing.

She leaned up onto the bar and swept her curls that were a deep chestnut broken up by periodic strands of mahogany over her shoulder, exposing the creamy white of her throat and he watched the steady pulsation of her blood beneath it, tempting him to tap it right here in the bar but he had a century and half worth of practiced control that kept him behaved despite his desire.

He drew his gaze up to hers as she rested her head on her hand, the angle caused her neck to arch even more openly, as she spoke in a slightly slurred tone that was surprisingly composed and sultry, "That last double was looking a little light, I feel we may have damn near tapped them dry tonight. Plus, I usually prefer to maintain some level of cognitive function when I do very improper things-so what you say we get out of here?"

He narrowed his eyes playfully as the thought to tapping her dry made a sly smile break through his lips and he watched her from under his brow. He leaned towards her, raised his lips to nearly graze hers as he spoke in a genuinely excited yet seductive tone, "I couldn't agree more-I do have my word to defend."

She winked as she finished the last of her drink and got to her feet, her eyes searching down the bar for bartender while she slipped her charcoal gray hip length trench coat on.

He finished his drink and threw his hand up in the general direction of the bartender, who crossed towards them hastily at Damon's beckon while he spoke, "Allow me." "Well thank you," she said as she tightened the knot at her waist and pulled her hair down over the front of her shoulders so that it fell over her full chest-which he'd decided was at least a "D". "My pleasure, I feel I may be responsible for the majority of them anyhow," he said smiling wickedly at her as he stood before turning his gaze towards the man who stood before them.

"Add all of her drinks to my tab," he said as he held the man's eyes. His pupils dilated as he took over the weak mind of the bartender, infiltrating his psyche. This man's was painfully simple to manipulate, but then again simple was a fairly relative term, Damon hadn't come into contact with any mind that was could keep him out (not including those which were under the influence of vervain-which of course did not count). Some people were harder then others, but he was always stronger, which came from both his healthy diet and his continuous practice of the act of compelling-this guy was a joke, even with Damon as intoxicated as he was.

He felt Morgan's lips on his ear as he manipulated the man's mind nearly breaking his concentration, her voice smooth and suggestive, "I'll be sure to find a way to repay you." "Of course Mr. Salvatore," the man said in a slightly monotone voice as Damon placed various notions into his mind-skewing the reality of the tab. The man took the card that he slid across the counter towards him and once he'd turned to run the it Damon turned towards Morgan, who was still pressed closely to his side. Their eyes locked as their lips came so close that they were merely separated by the air that passed between them as he responded, "I am sure I can think of a thing or two that will make up for that."

She smiled back at him before responding in a whisper so low it might have been wasted if he was anything else, "Ask and it's yours." He arched his brows and smiled as he used a whisper only several pitches higher then her own, "Don't tease me." She ran her tongue along the seal of his lips before pulling away to retrieve her purse and to start away from him, pausing to look over her shoulder as her eyes danced and she spoke in a seductive manner, "That's not in my nature Mr. Salvatore."

The man slipped his card across the bar towards him with a transaction receipt under it and a pen while he held her eyes and spoke as a devilish smile spread wide on his mouth, "Better not be." He held her eyes long enough to receive her wink before turning back toward the bar to retrieve his slip-which read zero dollars, as it always did. Damon never paid to drink, everything went on his tab and his tab never existed when it was time to leave, which was very handy on a night like tonight where he and his nightly entertainment managed to drink a collective total of over two-hundred dollars worth of top shelf liquor.

He signed the slip, holding the man's eyes again compelled him to dispose of the slip and their actual tabs once the two of them were out the door and gave him the belief that all was squared away legitimately. Once he'd completed his compel and was bided goodnight by the bartender he turned back towards Morgan who was still watching him over her shoulder. He crossed towards her, wrapped his arm around her and they started out of the bar as she leaned in to whisper one last retort, "Let's get to testing each other's word."