DamonPOV:

Lifting her hips, he pulled the pink cotton shorts from around her waist. Her gasp had him looking up and searching for the twin jeweled suns that he'd fallen in love with, her golden hair was fanned out on the pillows. She looked like a fucking angel! His princess. His Elena. Giving her a reassuring smirk, he ducked back between her legs and ran an index finger along the thin piece of black lace covering her most sacred part. Spreading her flawless milky legs he ran his nose along her heated center, she started mewling and squirming around, holding her legs open and in place he chuckled.

"Don't move princess, you'll enjoy this." grabbing his shirt she pulled him to her and crushed her lips to his. Damon sucked on her bottom lip and ran his tongue along her lip, she tasted so damn sweet; like lilac and vanilla. He could hear her heartbeat racing as he sucked her tongue into his mouth and massaged it with his. Pulling her mouth away from his he kissed down to her neck and sucked on it lightly, 500 years of restraint kept him from what was so engrained into his nature that it was like breathing. He pulled away from her neck and took a few deep breaths, willing the bloodlust to go away.

Kissing down her perfect 'barely clothed by a scrap of lace' body her licked her pelvic bone and grazed his teeth over it, cupping her sex in his hand he rubbed his open palm over her. Her breathing and heart rate hitched, smiling his 500 watt smile at her , Damon lowered himself between her legs once again. "Damon...ohh Damon please!"

Hearing her say his name had him hardening in his black drawstring pants, her mouth was beautiful and his name coming from it had his body soaring on air. A flush swept across her face and breasts. "I could stay and watch you all day sweetheart."

"Wake up Damon. Wake up!" blinking his eyes he looked back up at her but princess wasn't there anymore. His bed was empty and cold, Elena left him.

He woke up in the pink/purple lights of dawn and moaned, running a hand down his face. "Son of a bitch! Only a dream" he sat up and lazily stretched. He'd have Elena. Maybe not yet. But he will have her, and Stefan will finally know what it's like to not win the girl! Rubbing his conquest in Stefan's face will be much better after he hunted, it'll make being next to him more tolerable. Fuck-face.

He heard him come back to the boarding house around 8 last night, he went hunting or some shit. It wasn't his job to keep tabs on him but it was annoying to think of him as anywhere near him. Like right now. Damon could hear him walking down the stairs from his first story bedroom to the kitchen. Smiling, he opened his door and walked downstairs. Leaning against the doorway of the tiny ass kitchen he watched as he was oblivious to his presence.

"Ahh brother, when will you learn that hunting Thumper and Bambi won't do much to help you fill out?" smirking he watched as he jumped and glared at him.

He was always so easy to egg on.

Fumbling about he grabbed his backpack and Damon scoffed. "Still holding up your little charade? You're 517 Stefan not 17. "

"I don't just go for the education Damon..." narrowing his eyes at him momentarily he picked a piece of lint from the black drawstring pants at his hips. He wouldn't provoke him, because the fact that he got to spend every weekday from 8 to 3 with her pissed Damon off already. "Yes, Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine. Why not have a taste Stefan. We could do it together."

The dilating of his pupils told Damon that he had him. He wasn't the Saint his father and everyone made him out to be. He was as much of a monster as Damon was. The difference being he gave a fuck what other people thought. And Damon didn't. "We both know you wouldn't harm her Damon. I've seen you look at her, she isn't Katherine and she won't make the same mistakes."

"You're right Stefie boy. She isn't Katherine, she was a child who didn't know what she wanted and it killed her. Elena won't make that mistake, she has a fire inside that you wouldn't know how to handle. So get off your fucking White Knight high horse and live in the shadows with the rest of the damned." pushing from the doorframe he started to head upstairs when he heard his voice ring out to him.

"Clean up properly after you decide to binge next time Damon, you're getting sloppy!" He couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped my chest. Him. Damon Salvatore, sloppy after a hunt. Bullshit. He'd lost his damn mind.

In his room he stripped the pajama pants and dressed in his usual black 'everything' clothing. He had to see her. Had to feel her warm supple body pressed, held, wrapped against his cold one. Three months he had been waiting to make himself known to her, waiting for the perfect moment and seeing her in the cemetery that day set him over the edge. He had to have her, and he will.

Once outside he felt himself shudder into the familiar form of a crow. Once in the air he set off towards the too familiar route towards her house. If he hurried he could catch her before school, he knew her aunt went to school at 6 and when he left his room it was 7:25. He had time.

Rounding the corner of her street he circled the Quince tree outside of her window and sure enough there was his Elena. Dropping to the ground and instantly changing back into the 19 going on 519 year old gorgeous guy he went to her door and knocked. Hearing her footsteps walk down the stairs and unlatch the deadbolt he smiled.

Opening the door there she stood, in all her beauty. With pale gold hair cascading down her shoulders and back, wide violet sun eyes, supple sweet shell pink lips parted. Yes. Elena Gilbert was just perfect enough for anyone to overlook any flaws. "Good morning princess." licking his lips he smirked and took a step towards her. Grabbing her waist and holding her to him, pelvis to pelvis that damned electric current running over them the second they touched. The joy of having her eyes widen further at his touch had him reeling.

Elena Gilbert was all his. And he was going to make sure she knew it.


ElenaPOV:

Opening her door and seeing Damon standing in front of her had her pulse jumping in an instant. Around him she couldn't breathe, like all the air around her was taken away and he alone held the key to survival. Licking his lips he grabbed her waist and held her close to him.

"Good morning princess," There he goes again...with the princess remarks. Not going to lie, it thrilled the shit out of her! Other boys have called her angel, beauty, hot, princess and "banging". Damon Salvatore was the first one to call her princess and seem to sincerely mean it.

Wrapping her arms around his chest and breathing in the smell of leather, danger, and sex the electric hum that seemed to appear whenever they were together settled over them. Snuggling into his black t-shirt she smiled, "What are you doing here Damon?" His chest rumbled as he chuckled and she nuzzled as far as she could into his chest, so beautiful the sounds this boy made.

Crushing the ends of her hair between his fingers and running his nose along her cheek had her wanting to give way to all the naughty things she so desperately wanted to do to him, even though they were still standing in her doorway. Damn the neighbors. "Mmmm, I just wanted to see you Elena, no harm in that." She could hear the smirk in his voice, huffing she pushed away from him and looked into his eyes.

Looking for what? A window to his soul? Some clarification to who he was or where he came from?

No. She has only known Damon for two weeks and only seen him three times and already she knew he didn't give of himself. He took. This should scare her. Terrify her. Make her run away. But he already had so much of her, she was in too deep. Basically she was fucked.

Grabbing her bag from under the table in the hall, Elena started walking out the door but he blocked her path. "I need to get to school Damon. I have to go."

Smiling he walked forward and pressed up against her, backing them into the house.

Oh thank god Jenna wasn't here. She'd kill her!

Shutting the door behind him and smiling that dazzling smile at her he cocked an eyebrow, "Dumbstruck doesn't really suit you Elena." Dropping her bag on the floor she narrowed her eyes at him and walked towards the kitchen.

"Blow me Damon." opening the fridge and grabbing the orange juice, Elena heard his laugh and then felt his lips at her ear "I plan on it princess."

Holy shit... He just...

Holding back a moan she shivered as his long fingers caressed her sides. Yup, she definitely was in too deep. With his fingers working up her sides and pulling her shirt up with him her mind was gone. Lusting and longing for him, he sucked in a breath as her black lace bra was revealed to him and he spun her around.

Finally facing him she smiled and slipped her hands underneath his jacket, Elena should be grabbing her bag. She should be walking out the door. She should be going to meet Caroline and Meredith in the school parking lot. She should be going to her classes. She should be doing a lot of other things besides holding onto this beautiful boy like he might disappear.

"I should get going, I'll be late for school and my friends are going to be pissed." sighing she pulled away and looked at his face, the feeling that she should flee wasn't as strong but it was still there.

Smirking at her and leaning back against the granite countertop he crossed his arms, "I was thinking we could stay here today, spend the day with me Elena..."

"Well...I mean we could use the time to get to know each other better-" she didn't miss his scoff but she kept going "-And I don't really want to go to school today, I have the feeling Stefan might want to talk again and I'm not really up to that after he came here yest-" clamping her hand over her mouth she mentally cursed herself. He didn't know that Stefan came here yesterday, and that he was up in her room and how he cupped her cheek and seemed to be reading her jumbled thoughts.

"Why didn't you tell me Stefan came over yesterday?! I told you to stay away from him Elena! And you go and just invite him in here!" With every shout she grew even more pissed off. She never let anyone yell at her, they knew better. Jabbing her finger at his chest and pushing him into the counter she readied herself for round one of what would undoubtably be a long line of fights. They were both too head strong and stubborn to cave into the other one.

Grabbing both her wrists into one of his hands he glared down at her and she glared up at him. "You don't get to tell me who I can talk to Damon. I get that you have a sibling rivalry or what the fuck ever but leave me out of it! I will not get in the middle of you two like I'm some prize to be won over, I'm a person and I can do what I want. I don't want Stefan, I want to be with you Damon."

Tears were unconsciously springing from her eyes and gauging from his reaction her outburst was unexpected. She let him know, let him know that she just wanted to get lost in his eyes, be wrapped in his arms, forever feel as alive as she does right now.

"E-Elena..." running a hand through his hair he leaned down the mere inch and a half separating them and pressed warm velvety soft lips to hers. She couldn't help the small moan that escaped her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

It isnt as if Elena was inexperienced in this particular department, she has experience with guys, and with how Damon looks and the cocky arrogance, he definitely has a lot of experience more than she has for sure. Grabbing her ass and lifting her onto the counter he stepped between her legs and kisses her hard.

Smiling, she drew her tongue along his full bottom lip, opening her mouth to his. That sexy ass growl was back and he latched his mouth to her, caressing her tongue with his the fire in her stomach roared to life.

Trailing his mouth along her jawline he nipped at the skin and licked it, "How you taste, smell, and your voice excites me Elena. Your fire excites me, my princess. My angel." as he spoke his lips made the sinful sweet trek down her jaw and to her neck and over her collarbones. At the word angel his teeth grazed her neck and she gasped.

Elena could feel how hard he was against her thigh and shamelessly rubbed her leg over him.

Kissing down his neck he lifted her shirt and threw it somewhere behind them.

"Shirt off mister. Now"

Smiling and taking the shirt off he lifted her head and placed it beneath her neck. The gasp that left her lips was from pure awe, Damon Salvatore was the most beautiful creature to ever exist. With toned pale shoulders, and chisled everything, he was unreal.

"You are so beautiful..." reaching forward and touching his chest to make sure he's real, he grabbed her hand and held it against him.

Leaning over her he pressed his lips to hers and she was lost. His touch set fire to her.

She kissed him with all the passion she could muster up, again his tongue slid with hers. Climbing on the countertop and hovering his weight above hers, he deepened the kiss. Wrapping her legs around his waist she was again hyper aware of his cock currently being rubbed against her inner thigh.

She was a big girl Elena. She could do this.

Finding the buckle to his belt she clumsily tried to pull it from the loops of his pants. Keeping him from moving, Elena locked her legs around him, finally getting the stupid ass belt off her unbuckled his pants and his hand shot down to grab hers.

"What are you doing Elena?" leaning away from her and looking at her with that penetrating gaze, she opened and closed her mouth before she could answer. "I-I umm was just going to...you know...give you a handjob" finishing in a rush, a blush spread across her cheeks and down her chest. He raised an eyebrow and got off the countertop, running a hand through his crow like black hair he paced the kitchen and looked at her. With a sigh he stopped in front of her and placed his hands on the counter.

DamonPOV:

Seeing the warmth spread down her body, he had to get away or he would take her right there on the countertop. And she wanted to...to wrap her small soft hands on the one place that he wanted her so much that it ached. Fuck!

Stopping the pacing he had unintentionally started, Damon halted in front of her and placed his hands on the countertop. Facing her, seeing how wide her eyes grew as she seen the lust that was unmistakable on his face he could hardly contain himself! Him, Damon Salvatore! l'eterna bachelor himself.

Sighing, he pressed his forehead to hers "What am I going to do with you? I kiss you and you practically throw yourself at me."

Elena was all fire, light and innocence. Unicorn bait, a maiden in the purest way. He couldn't let her feel as if she had to do this, to keep him. God they were both fucked up. One wanting nothing more than to take take take, and the other so willing to give that she didn't even fully understand what was at stake.

"You don't have to do that princess."

"I know but I want to." Yeah that shit sparked his curiosity. Groaning and grabbing his discarded shirt from beneath her head he pulled it on.

"Stai andando a farmi perdere la mia mente!"

She was glaring at him, so Italian must not be her forte. Hmmm, he'd teach her as they traveled the world.

A buzzing noise resounded through the kitchen and he zeroed in on her pants, "Your ass is buzzing." smirking he grabbed the black iPhone from her back pocket and unlocked it.

"Caroline and Meredith are not happy with you it seems." he said flipping the phone so she could see the displayed Twitter mentions.

.CFRules: .ElenaG Why the fuck aren't you at school!?

.CFRules: .ElenaG You are never w/o your phone. So answer bitch!

.Mere_Dith: .ElenaG .CFRules What our lovely and considerate Caroline is trying to say is why aren't you school?

.CFRules: .ElenaG .Mere_Dith Piss off Mary...dnt sugar coat anything! She deserves to be bitched !

DM from .CFRules
"Broddy" is asking about you.

Looking at the phone screen he hitched an eyebrow.

"Who's Broddy?"

"That's what Caroline calls Stefan, she says he always has a brooding feel to him."

Shrugging like it was nothing she reached for the phone, raising it above his head he smiled his 500 watt smile. That buzzing noise resumed so he angled the screen down to face him. "Piccola cagna!"

.StefanS: .ElenaG I hope you are feeling alright. I noticed you weren't in school today.

.ElenaG: .StefanS Little brother, Elena has shall I say 'bigger' things to worry about than your concern. Trust me, she's in very capable hands.

.StefanS: .ElenaG Watch it Damon.

.ElenaG: .StefanSI plan on it;) farewell brother.

Giving the phone back he watched as realization, shock, and surprise crossed her face. Just because he was half a millennium old didn't mean he didn't know how to work technology, in fact he made it a point that after he left Elena for the day he would go purchase a few new toys.

"What does he mean by watch it?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned about angel, now come here." Tucking the phone back into her pocket he pulled her to him and kissed her, yes kissing Elena Gilbert would never get old. Now he just had to work on not wanting to always rip her throat out and clothes off.

ElenaPOV:

Dear diary,

I don't know why but here I am at 3:46 in the morning and still awake. I can't sleep, maybe because of all the things going on with Damon and I. It's been two weeks since he rejected my offer, that day he stayed with me and held me in his arms and we just talked... I learned that both his parents are dead. His mother died during childbirth while having Stefan and his relationship with his father was always strained. That next morning while Jenna was making coffee she found my shirt from the previous mornings...err... transgression. I blushed about 10 shades of red and mumbled something about spilling orange juice on myself before grabbing it and throwing it into the wash.

"Elena! You better get down here or you'll be late!"

Shit. Shutting her diary she hid it behind the painting above her bed and raced downstairs. Checking her phone she cringes. Yup, 7:35. Damon should already be outside and most likely pissed for making him wait.

Stopping to give Jenna a kiss and taking the offered thermos of coffee from her hands, Elena rush out the door. Her knight in shining black leather is sitting in his Ferrari, Ray Bans over pitch black eyes.

She was right, he's pissed, the way his jaw clenched when she sat in the passenger seat and the subtle angle away from her told her he wasn't happy. Really though this boy is crazy possessive; driving her to and from school every day and he smothers... but she need it. Like if he didn't smother her so much that void would open right back up again, Elena likes to think she helps him fill a void too. He doesn't say it, but she knows her boy needs it.

Touching his right knee with her fingertips she treks up his leg, a ritual she does every day to see how far he'd let her go and like every day he grasps her hand just as her fingers dip into black denim. She can't touch him, he won't touch her. Elena Gilbert, was cursed to have the most beautiful person within her reach but be unable to touch them. Yup that was her life.

Huffing, she clenches her fingers into the soft cashmere of her violet sweater. It's so pretty and the only thing to keep the tension in this car from turning awkward is her wrapping a stray string around her finger and pulling it from the sweater.

They don't talk on these rides; hand holding sometimes, kissing rarely, silence definitely. It pisses her the fuck off that he can stand being close to her and not want to at least touch her while she'd restraining herself from kissing him all over.

"Talk to me." she whispers and the plead in her voice is undeniable and undisguisable. With a sigh he turns toward her but his jaw is still clenched,

"I might not be able to drive you home after school today"

"Ohh, why not?"

"I have some things I need to do but don't worry princess, I'll come by tonight."

Pulling into the schools parking lot the engine idles and she stares at him, she'll miss him. Don't be absurb, he'll be in your bedroom tonight so you can have your slutty ways with him, the little voice in the back of her mind is malicious and a bitch.

Smiling and kissing him lightly on the lips she open the door and turns to get out of the car when he pulls her back and crashes cool velvet lips to hers. Her body's reaction is instantaneous, her hands twine in crow black hair and her mouth molds to his. Kisses like these, moments like this make her feel so full and happy that she forgets the tension in the car or how distant he seems or that there are other people probably watching them right now.

Pulling away, Damon kisses her once, twice, three times softly and she's floating on Cloud 9. With the goofiest grin on her face and the slyest smirk on his, she gets out of the car and closes the door, walking five steps backwards, he revs the engine and peels out of the crowded parking lot.

Turning on her heel and thankfully maneuvering gracefully in 4 inch leather high heeled boots she scans the crowd and finds Caroline glued to her phone, Matt throwing a football to Taylor Lockwood, Meredith going through her bag, and a short red head girl practically drooling and latched to Stefan who is staring at her.

This girl is petite, like pixie small, with crazy curly strawberry hair that is obviously permed. Her skin is almost translucent and her warm brown eyes set into a heart face make Elena hate her not only for being so close to Stefan but for how pretty she is.

Narrowing her violet-blues, Elena click click clicksover to where Meredith and Caroline are, nudging her chin towards the pixie and Stefan she scowls.

"Who the fuck is that?"

Mumbling and not looking up from her phone Care is the first one to inform her,

"Her names Bonnie, she transferred this morning, and she's been glued to 'Broody's' side since she seen him."

Bonnie. She was right, Elena hates her. "She isn't welcome, you hear?"

Glancing between her two best friends, she looks at both of them unwavering. Their nods are all the assurance she needs to know that they'll make this girls life hell.

"Why isn't she welcome though Elena? I mean you don't even know her and already you've decided tha-"

"Shut up and listen to me Mere, I don't like her, end of story." The raise in Caroline's eyebrow has her knowing that she's on to something. "Or is it that she's all over Stefan's junk?"

Laughing and clutching her books closer to her chest she shakes her head, "Please, Stefan and I are just friends and I'm with Damon. If anything he's more of a brother to me and I don't want to see him hurt." even to her own ears her words sounded hollow.

Chewing her bottom lip and watching Bonnie try to capture Stefan's attention from her is funny. But why does she feel a pang in her heart when he finally slides his soft greens from her face to smile at Bonnie and something she's said? One thing for sure is that Bonnie won't find a friend in this school if Elena has anything to say about it. The bitch was going down.

When the thrill of the school bell goes off, with her best friends beside her she steps into the place that can either be a kingdom or a prison wishing only that her dark prince was beside her.

DamonPOV:

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He couldn't go two minutes without having her face pop into his mind with judging eyes.

What was he supposed to do? Let himself grow weak and not be able to protect her. That is not an option. He would protect Elena Gilbert's life with his own, because she is humanities last treasure.

So here he was, driving around this piece of shit town looking for some unfortunate soul to make a meal out of.

The variety is limited but the supply is always willing, and right on cue twin jeweled suns set into the most exquisite face flood his mind. Slamming a fist into the dashboard he parks in the nearest empty parking space and climbs out of the car.

Setting the Ray Bans on his face and scanning the variety of shops and the people in them he feels the familiar ache and tingle in his jaw and gums. Grinding teeth and clenching jaw, walking into the nearest store he zeros in on the pretty brunette behind the counter of this Hallmark Card shop.

"H-hello, my name's Abby, can I help you with anything?" The smirk on his lips was instinct, as was the flush of warmth that spread across her freckled cheeks.

Leaning on the displays counter and wrapping a strand of brown hair around his finger, Damon leans in. "You strike me as a girl who loves the Renaissance Era."

"How'd you know that? I've always wanted to live during that time period." Excitement lit her eyes and he knew he had her in his grasp.

Tilting her chin and holding brown eyes to his, he speaks as soothingly as he can, "You're going to fall asleep, and when you wake up all you'll remember is that today no one came into the store so you decided to take a nap."

As eyelids fluttered closed, he felt the tingling in his gums again only this time razor sharp hunting tools slid into the neck of the now unconscious girl.

The only thing these people were good for and it was running down his throat nurturing him. Gripping her neck tighter and digging his teeth deeper into smooth flesh, blood coursed through him. Again milk and honey flashed through his head, milky white skin honey soft and golden hair. Elena.

Backing away from the counter and the still sleeping girl, he licks at the twin puncture wounds at her neck and will them to close. Leaving no trace of his being here, he turns on heel of black boot and walk out of the store. He wanted to see her, only she could sooth this turmoil raging inside of him. To hell with finishing the hunt, he could slip away tonight while she was sleeping and hunt again.

That's what he'll do, his mind was made up. He'd go and see Elena for lunch and then after school he'd take her to the woods to give her his gift.

Instead of driving to the school he decided to walk the four blocks to the school, time enough to calm down the blood coursing through his veins. And all too soon the sounds of adolescent laughter and the smell of shitty cafeteria food invaded his senses.

Somewhere amid the bland and worthless people crowding the field was Elena, he just had to find her. It shouldn't be hard to find the one person who's life force shone on you so bright it was like staring straight into the sun, something that should repel a vampire. The irony.

Laughter to his left as well as movement towards him perked his interest and he turned towards the small girl with mounds of strawberry curls around a heart shaped face with what she imagined must be a seductive predator grin. Little naive girl. Hus smile was pure instinct.

"I haven't seen you around school today."

"Well that's because I don't attend this drab of a school." Smiling and inching closer towards him until he caught scent of her cotton candy perfume, she pressed her small breasts against his chest.

"How about we get out of here? My names Bonnie."

"I don't think so, I have things I need to do. Thanks for the offer though." Walking away the petite predator with surprising strength for someone so small caught him off guard and pressed overly glossed sickly sweet lips to his.

Pushing away and snarling at her, he saw a raging Goddess storming towards the still giddy pixie and him. Holy fuck.

ElenaPOV:

As Meredith lead the way outside to the field, Elena did her best to juggle her lunch and cellphone. Damon hadn't answered any of her texts or phone calls, she was feeling like an overbearing girlfriend but screw it. She missed her dark knight.

"So I've got Mindy spreading the word that the red headed whore is a social leper. She won't have anyone by the end of the day Elena."

Caroline was the go-to-girl when word needed to be spread around this school, and Meredith was the cool headed one and together they were unstoppable. With the 7th text today sent away to Damon, Eena looked up from her phone and around the field to where Meredith was leading them.

What she saw nearly had her crumpling to the floor in agony, because there was her somewhat not really official boyfriend kissing the bitch who just this morning was all over his brother. Dropping her lunch tray so peanut butter and jelly smashed against chocolate milk and French fries. She was seeing red, and she wanted to rip that bitches fucking throat out!

All rationality went out the window as she charged over towards the far corner of the field where she was still wrapped around him. But his attention was all Elena's, she knew what he's seeing right now. A vengeful Aphrodite storming towards them, he thought she was incapable of hurting someone. Ha! Little did he know that she could also be a complete bitch.

Finally reaching them, Elena yanked Bonnie away from him and smacked her across the face with as much strength and hate she could muster. "If you ever come near my boyfriend or Stefan again, I'll fucking ruin you."

Turning towards Damon, the rage filled haze she was in dulled slightly as she took in his shocked expression. Grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the crowd that had formed and the now crying Bonnie, he shielded Elena from everyone.

"I didn't kiss her Elena, she kissed me and I pushed her awa-"

Holding up a hand and narrowing teary eyes at him she shook her head, "I don't want to hear it Damon. I've been trying to call and text you all day. But I can see you've been busy with other things." The hurt and venom in her voice was unmistakable.

She had to get away or she'd loose what little calm she was able to grasp at during this chaos. Searching, Meredith and Caroline's eyes caught hers and with nods they started towards Damon and Elena. Taking a step away from the boy who had made her feel so alive again and who with one kiss crashed my world.

"Don't come over tonight, the window and doors will be locked." Walking away from her dark knight she held her chin high and dared anyone to make any comment about what just happened. Her best friends enveloped her and steered her towards Caroline's Honda, they would protect Elena, they would be the shoulders she could cry on, the ones who would listen.

But when she was in and buckled in the backseat of the car all Elena felt was numb. No tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, all she felt was a cold ice settle over her heart and the whole ride to Caroline's house that nasty little voice in the back of her head kept whispering that if she was with Stefan she wouldn't have gotten hurt.


ElenaPOV:

"Elena will you at least talk to us!"

"You look like a ghost for fucks sake."

Blinking, Caroline's ivy green and pink room was brought into focus,as were Elena's two best friends with concerned looks. "Wanna know something funny Care? You can use the word 'fuck' anywhere in a sentence and it would still make sense."

Rolling her eyes and hugging her, Caroline held Elena at arms length while Meredith stood by the bedroom door. Shrugging and scooting to the edge of the bed, she wrapped her sweater closer to her.

"Do you want to talk about it E? You can talk to us." Looking at the two people who she tells everything to, she knew without a doubt that she truly can tell them everything.

"I know you guys, I just...I mean what can you say when the guy you love after only knowing for a month kisses a stupid bitch?"

Laughing and shaking her head Elena got up and went to the door, "Thanks for getting me out of there, I'm just gonna go home though. I'll call you guys later." She could feel the emotions boiling inside her, but she wouldn't break here.

Grabbing her bag from beside the front door, she cringed at the thought of being alone. Alone meant she would be forced to face what happened, She'd have to think about what walking away meant. Opening the door black swallowed up her world.

"Let me explain Elena." She couldn't breath, the bastard still had the power to captivate her utterly.

"I'm going home Damon, and you're not welcome to come with me." Brushing past him and walking down the driveway she could hear him following her and her heart raced faster.

"She kissed me Elena, she wouldn't let up."

Red was clouding her vision again, that bitch ruined her relationship with this boy in one day, laughing bitterly, Elena stopped and turned towards him. "I don't care Damon! The fact that you let her touch you in the first place is what has me pissed off. It's funny ya know, this morning she was all over Stefan and now you."

Shaking her head she started to walk again when his cold voice shot out,

"Is that why you hit her? Was it only because she kissed me or was it that she was going after both Stefan and I? Really Elena, who's the hypocrite now."

She was stunned silent, turning towards him her mouth opened and closed. That's exactly the truth though isn't it? That voice in her mind whispered.

No, that isn't why she did it. She kissed Damon, that's it. Yeah, sure slut.

Shaking her head she motioned around them, "I hit her because you're mine, or at least I thought you were!" Laughing bitterly she bit the inside of her cheeks to keep the tears from spilling over.

"For fucks sake Elena, I am yours and you're mine." Stepping closer to her, Elena felt her body flush in anticipation to his cold fire.

"No, we never made it official. You never asked me and I never asked you. So I guess it's good to know that you're not the faithful type before we even got into a relationship."

It was hateful yes, but she was pissed and was not giving in so easily. Beautiful pools of midnight harden into twin onyx stones and fear momentarily courses through her body. Shit. He's pissed.

Closing the distance between us in two strides, she only has time to whisper a half-hearted, half-sincere "No." Before his lips are on hers. This is the best sensation in the world but it breaks her heart in two and melts the ice around it when she thinks of how these lips that have brought her such joy and love were kissing another a mere two hours ago.

"She said no Damon."

Blinking and opening the eyes she didn't realize she had shut, Elena sees Stefan standing behind them. Pulling out of Damon's hold she raises an eyebrow at his brother in question.

"How?"

"Caroline called me when she seen you talking to Damon."

With no regard to his brother Stefan takes her bag and holds out his hand to her. This was the choice. Her choice. Does she stay with the boy that she loves after only on moth but who broke her heart or go with his brother would could possibly be the one to fix her.

"You shouldn't have come."

Taking Stefan's offered hand and not meeting Damon's eyes she let him lead her away from the house that holds her two best friends who are most likely watching this all go down and the boy who broke her. This was his doing, if he hadn't have come to the cemetery that day or showed up at school she could have fallen for the right Salvatore, the one who wouldn't be capable of breaking her heart but would cherish it. The one who came in like a knight...like a saint. Smiling to herself, Elena whispered her new nickname for the youngest Salvatore. "Saint Stefan."

If only she had seen the way his lips turned down and how he shook his head. Her subconscious had been warning her about all the wrong things. Maybe if she had prepared Elena she would have been ready for what was to come.

StefanPOV:

Seeing her take his hand lifted the darkest parts of his soul, her rejecting Damon for him. Right now Stefan needed to get her away from Damin fast before he decides to do something outrageously stupid, like kissing that Bonnie girl.

Squeezing cold slim fingers softly he looks down at the cascade of gold hair hiding the angelic face he longs to hold in his hands. His brothers mistake is his advantage and he plans on showing Elena that both Salvatore's aren't complete monsters.

Her house isn't far from her friend Caroline's and her aunts car isn't in the driveway. Elena wasn't talking and he could vaguely sense the inner turmoil going on inside her head.

As they walked to her door, he handed her the bag he was still holding and watched as she fumbled with her house keys.

"Let me Elena." Grabbing the keys from her, Stefan opened the front door and grabbed her hand again, leading her into the house.

"If you don't mind I actually want to talk to you."

She set her bag onto the floor and finally she looked at me, her eyes were sad and distant and damn if he wanted to drive a stake through Damon's heart himself at that moment.

"Okay, let's just go up to my room."

Without waiting for a response she started to lead the way upstairs and then they we were up in her room again. The room smelt of lilac and vanilla and represented her utterly, from the pictures on the walls and right down to the canopy bed. This was a place that very few people got to see the real Elena Gilbert. Not Elena QueenBee, not Elena fashion plate, and not Elena the ice queen and right now Elena the 17 year old Senior who looked lost and broken stared back at him.

"I know that you might not want to hear this right now, especially coming from me..." Pacing around her room he kept his gaze everywhere but at her... "I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry on behalf of my brother, he's an asshole and you didn't deserve that and I jus-"

A soft gasp cut him off and he turned to look at her, she had her hands clenched in her lap and her violet blues were fiery. In that moment he feared for his immortal existence.

"It's none of your business what you're brother did Stefan. What Damon and I have is between he and I. Don't bother trying to make it not seem so severe what he did because it won't work with me. So just mind your business."

Wide-eyed, his jaw dropped and he felt the sting of the verbal bitch slap that he just received from this beautiful crazy girl. She actually thought he was going to defend his brother, how little she actually knew.

Laughing and shaking his head he looked at her, "I'm not justifying what he did Elena, I was going to say that with Damon it's expected and he can't give you what you need."

Rising from her bed and walking over to him, Stefan could see how her body trembled slightly.

"And what is it that I need Stefan, if your brother isn't the one who can give it to me?"

Reaching out and pulling her warm supple body into his arms, Stefan smiled softly at her,

"Me. You need me Elena."

DamonPOV:

He poured himself another double of Bourbon and Kings of Leon's 17 shuffled onto my rooms speakers. How fucking fitting. Throwing back the liquor and pouring another double, Damon paced around the room and kicked a pair of socks out of his way and looked around this shit of a room.

Damon had half a mind to go and drink the town red. To just take his princess and leave this shit hole behind them, but he couldn't now. She left with Saint Stefan. HA! She would cringe at the shit his brother had done...the things he had done.

"Damn him...damn the little red headed witch...it's all their fault!"

No. Not that girls, how could she have known that his angel was capable of such fiery passion? He knew, and still he didn't stop that girl from touching him with her poisonous claws.

Watching Elena walk away from him with his brother of all people left him in shock. And now here he was, sitting in his own self pity. Well fuck that. Walking to the cabinet where the Bourbon sat on deck and handy to drown out the shit he didn't want to deal with, he poured another double and looked over at the corner of a picture that was obscured by a deep purple scarf. The scarf was Elena's from when she was in his room last and the picture...moving the scarf he stared into the motionless eyes of the first woman he had ever loved, the one who made him what he was today. Katherine.

In all her pale and gold glory, she stared at him from the faded and torn picture. So much like Elena. But where Katherine had been innocent and timid, Elena was fire and passion and light. Elena knew about the world and she wasn't afraid to take what she wanted or trample a few people to get it.

And right now she was with Stefan. Flashes of her topless, panty less, flushed from her face to her pale breasts sprung into his mind along with images of his brother with her and around her.

Shaking his head and bringing the glass up to his lips, Damon heared her voice in his head for the tenth time since she walked away...

"You shouldn't have come..."

Growling, he threw the glass against a wall and not giving a fuck as it shatters into a million tiny pieces, throwing the cabinet across the room he grabs his leather jacket and slings it on.

"Fuck this shit." Opening the widow in the room, a familiar shudder passes over him as he transforms into a crow and takes flight towards her house.

All too quickly he circles the quince tree just outside of her window and thank -fucking-ly her curtains are open and it's dark out tonight. Landing in the branches of the tree, he transforms back and gapes as he sees Stefan pull her to him.

"Me. You need me Elena."

His smile is so fucking sweet that Damon could punch him and he'd bleed maple syrup, but then he leans down and kisses her...he kisses her like she's his. And in that instant Damon feels a rage course through him, wanting nothing more than to kill the mother fucker himself!

But it's a stake in his own heart when she doesn't push him away. Princess is actually letting Stefan kiss her. And he's fucking seen enough!

The sky and weather adjusting to his mood, storm clouds are rolling in and lightning isn't to far off, well let it fucking storm then baby. Shifting back into a crow and heading towards downtown, he couldn't give a fuck what was going on behind him. She chose. He cared too much, fuck it.

ElenaPOV:

She wasn't expecting him to kiss her and when he did... it was so foreign and...pure. His lips were soft and sweet. Not needy and insistent like Damon's, and so wrong. She couldn't let this go on any longer so pushing her body away from his Elena shook her head and pushed him away.

"Get away Stefan. How could you, after everything that's happened to me today."

"Elena, I'm sorry I just thought that if-"

Putting up a hand she shook her head and crossed her arms. "I think you should go Stefan, goodnight."

He stared at her and finally nodded, turning to leave he whispered another 'I'm sorry' and left. When front door closed, Elena let the tears fall free. It's too much too soon and she didn't know what to do.

Turning around on shaky legs, she saw that the window curtains were still open. Biting back tears, she started closing the curtains when a single crow feather blew into the room, the biggest she'd ever seen. The sky was an inky black and storm clouds were rolling in, seems appropriate. Shutting the curtains, Elena started the process of undressing and changing into flannel green and pink shorts with a pink faded tee-shirt. Pulling back the comforter she climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, why did everything have to go to shit?

As she drifted to sleep the vague caw of a crow echoed throughout the room, upon glancing at her window she saw what seemed to be the shadow of an owl.