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AN: My lovely co author put up with me so much for this fiction. I made her crazy and pestered her to sit down and write until the words came. . Just wanted to thank her for doing this with me, and let her know that I had so much fun creating this story with her. I love you sweetie :)

You guys should know, she's the best.


Chapter 2

"I'm sorry I made you believe otherwise, but it's Stefan, Damon. It's always going to be Stefan."

The words echoed constantly in his head, over and over again. Wasn't that what Katherine had said when she first returned to mystic falls after 160 years of Damon looking for her?

He had been furious when he'd found out she was never in the tomb. He made a personal note to snap the bitch's neck and then rip her heart out. But when he saw her after all those years of looking, longing and pursuing, all of his anger had melted away.

He was willing to forgive and forget. He wanted nothing more than to start over with the woman he'd loved all his life and share eternity with her. She had returned to him, and that was all that mattered.

But she had returned only to tell him that she'd never loved him. It was always Stefan. That she'd only loved Stefan and used him as back up.

Now, to hear Elena say it was like seriously crappy deja vu. It was so familiar he almost wanted to do what he did that night, turn of his humanity, not give a rat's ass and go on a killing spree, like he did when he snapped Jeremy's neck. This pain was unbearable. Because even though he'd known Elena for a shorter time, as opposed to spending a century and a half obsessed and dotting over Katherine, his love for Elena had proved to be more powerful. And REAL.

She made him want to be a better person despite who he was, and his killing nature. She changed him. There was no way he could love anyone as much as he loved Elena.

And what was worse? He'd almost had everything he wanted. Elena was in love with him, even without the sire bond. She was the best thing that had happened to him in all of his 175 years on this earth and she was his. He'd finally got the girl. His brother had his back no matter what. What could possibly go wrong, right? Wrong.

EVERYTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE IS A BITCH.

He had to die and go to the other side, and leave everything, everyone he loved behind. Nevertheless even then, he knew he had to find his way back no matter what, because he'd promised Elena. And he loved her too much to ever break his promise.

But here she was cozying up to his brother, her doppelganger soul mate- honestly if he had to hear that word again he'd have to figure out how to spell it- not caring that Damon had gone through hell and back-literally- to be with her.

Stefan. It's always going to be Stefan.

Maybe he SHOULD go a killing spree. Get all destructive and become the bad boy Salvatore that he'd inevitably come to be hated as.

Maybe he should strap on his hero hair and be a VILLAIN instead. He was the bad guy, and maybe it's time he started acting like one.

Maybe he should call Enzo. The two of them could ditch town and devour random people just for kicks.

Speaking of which, maybe he SHOULD stop caring about what people, (people meaning Elena) would think if he went back to his 'snapped-neck-all-you-can-eat-Stefan-like-rippah' diet.

Maybe he shou-

He saw her just as she walked in.

Tall, empowering, DELICIOUSLY GORGEOUS. With the most luscious set of curls he'd ever seen. Even better than the beautiful Bulgarian Katerina Petrova.

"Maybe, those 'maybes' could wait" he decided, as she made her way to the bar.


"Damon...Damon...Damon" she was writhing under him, chanting his name, almost like a mantra that would make their pain go away. But he knew there was truly only one thing that could take away his pain.

Pushing her curls to one side, he planted soft, hungry kisses at the nape of her neck. He could see the pulse of her vein almost unbelievably vivid against her creamy skin.

"Damon...Damon...Damon" she moaned as he barred his fangs and sunk deep into the ecstasy that was her blood.

For a second, he thought she would scream, and fight back against his heavy frame-He really didn't want to have to compel her or even use his supernatural vampire strength to restrain her- but to his astonishment, all she did was pull him closer, dig her nails into his back, surely leaving scratch marks and chant his name louder so that it echoed in the living room and reverberated throughout the walls of the house.

DAMON. DAMON. DAMON...

"DAMON!" Matt half yelled from across the bar counter.

"Wha-?" Damon looked around not believing that he'd spaced out.

Zeroing on the woman seated two stools away from him, he then realized why.

"Could I get another Bourbon neat here, please?" She called to Matt.

"Don't even think about it." Matt warned Damon knowing he had that look in his eyes.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be, Donovan?" Damon smiled. "Like, maybe, I don't know, getting a college education?"

Matt looked a little offended, muttered "Dick" before walking over and giving the smolderingly sexy woman her drink.

With the amount of times he's been called a dick, he should really consider changing his name to Dick Salvatore. Okay, no that's pretty awful. Maybe, Damon "Dick" Salvatore would be a better catch. Yep. There we go. Has a nice ring to it.

He downed the remnants of his drink and made his way to the sexy lady.


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