Damon's P.O.V

I was starting to find it horribly boring in Mystic Falls. It was a Sunday and I had nothing to do. Going to the Mystic Grill was getting old. Stefan was out hunting Bambi and Thumper. Alaric was out with Jenna. That left me with one person to bother. Elena.

Just thinking about her had me walking over to pour myself a glass of bourbon. I hadn't spoken to Elena in a while. The last time we spoke was in January and it was now February. After our little night of drunken activities, Elena thought it would be best to "forget it ever happened because it was wrong and if Stefan found out, he would be crushed". That was actually what she said too. I remember it crystal clear. When she said that, I laughed in her face. She looked so pissed off at me for doing that.

I couldn't resist pissing her off a little more. I knew that night meant something to her. I could tell in the way she moved against me, the way she kissed me, and the way she looked at me. Elena was scared of what happened that night. Despite that, I gave her what she wanted and stopped talking to her. I left her to continue with her relationship with Stefan. It made me laugh now when I thought of their relationship. What I once thought to be perfect actually wasn't. While Stefan thought Elena was the perfect girlfriend for him, I knew she wasn't. I knew Elena felt as if Stefan could get boring. It all made me laugh.

I dumped the idea of calling Elena up. I knew what she would do. "Damon I told you to leave me alone. I'm got going to hang out with you." Blah, blah, blah.

I didn't need to call Elena because as I stood in front of the window, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and smirked as I saw her name on the screen. I answered it quickly and spoke into the phone, "Why hello, Ms. Gilbert? Have you realized that you miss me too much to push me out of your life?"

I expected a comeback from her. I expected some sort of rude remark. I expected her to yell at me. None of that came and I began to worry.

"Damon I need you to come over," Elena said after what seemed like a lifetime.

"I'll be there in five minutes," I said. I hung up after that and finished the rest of my bourbon.

"Who was on the phone?"

I turned and saw my brother standing by the stairs. I smirked at him, "Did you have fun with your furry friends?"

He ignored my question and said, "It sounded a lot like Elena."

"That's because it was Elena, dumbass. It's not like I'm friends with Katherine."

"You're not friends with Elena, either."

I looked at my brother with a stoic expression. His attempts at going back at me were pathetic, only getting worse day by day. I put my glass down before walking over to him. "Obviously I'm friends with her if she's calling me, asking me to come over."

Stefan was surprised and I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to respond.

"Are you going?" That was all Stefan had said.

I laughed as I grabbed my leather jacket from behind him. "She asks, I come. I'm easy like that," I repeated my words to Elena to him as I swung my jacket on. Neither of us said anything more to each other. I left the house quickly and got into my car. I drove at my usual speed to Elena's house. I parked in front of her house and walked up the porch steps. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I pushed the front door open, expecting it to be locked, but it wasn't. I was growing more worried as the seconds ticked by.

"Elena?" I called out. She wasn't in the living room and she wasn't in the kitchen. I looked up the stairs and jogged up to the second floor of the house. Her bedroom door was open. Walking in, I saw that she wasn't in her bedroom. Instead she was in her bathroom.

I walked in casually and leaned against the doorframe. "I have arrived," I exclaimed. She said nothing. I walked into the bathroom and waved my hand in front of her face. "Hey," I said. She still gave me no response and just shook her head slightly. I turned to see find what she was staring at. My eyes found it almost instantly.

The pregnancy test stood out to me like a new leather jacket in a store would. I picked it up and saw that was positive. Elena was pregnant. I couldn't help but feel angry. She fought with me and told me she wanted to forget the night we had sex, but had sex with someone else. I felt betrayed. Why did I feel betrayed? It wasn't like she was my girlfriend. Now she was pregnant with their baby while she was still with Stefan. Even with our bad past and present, I knew my brother didn't deserve that.

"What the fuck, Elena?" I said in a low tone. Elena looked up at me for the first time that day and she looked like shit, to be honest with you. Her hair was a wreck and her eyes were bloodshot from all of the crying she must have done. I held up the pregnancy test and asked who else she slept with.

"No one," she cried. As soon as she began to speak, she started to cry again. I didn't move to comfort her. I stood where I was, still holding the pregnancy test. She had said she slept with no one else. That would mean the baby was mine. Both of us knew that wasn't possible. "Vampires can't procreate, but we love to try," I had said to her in the bar back in Georgia. It was impossible for a vampire to have children.

I snorted as I shook my head at her, "Nice try, Elena. I'm a vampire. I can't have babies. Who did you sleep with?"

"No one! Do you really think I would cheat on Stefan twice? This is your baby Damon! I don't know how, but it is!" Elena shouted.

By the way she was shouting, I could tell she was telling the truth. I suddenly felt exhausted for once in my long life. I leaned against the counter, thinking hard about how I would be able to procreate. I shut my eyes tight.

Flashback

I was sitting at the bar in the Mystic Grille, drinking my usual. Multiple women had come up to me during the one hour I sat there, clearly interested in me. I didn't know what was wrong with as I declined each and every offer, even the very tempting ones. I ordered another bourbon as yet another woman sat next to me. I looked over at her. She had dark hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and grey eyes. Her skin was dark. I couldn't help but feel attracted to such a good looking woman. I raised my glass to her as a way to greet her before taking a sip.

"You're Damon Salvatore," she spoke.

I didn't show the surprise I felt when she said my name. I smirked at her instead, "The one and only."

She smiled at me, "I've heard a lot about you, Damon."

I was intrigued by her and asked what she knew.

"I know what you are."

All feelings of temptation and desire went away, replaced by feelings of defense and anger. I looked at her with dark eyes, knowing she wasn't joking.

"You're a vampire who's fallen in love with his brother's girlfriend," she told me. I rolled my eyes as she mentioned Elena and drank my bourbon within seconds, quickly ordering another one.

"Your reaction confirms it," she laughed.

"Listen, maybe if you tell me who you are and you leave me alone, I won't take you outside and kill you," I grinned at her.

"You don't need to know who I am, Damon. You'll find out when the time is right. What you do need to know is that you are a great person."

I snorted and shook my head at her.

"I'm here to tell you that great changes will be coming your way, Damon Salvatore. All you need to do is be patient."

I never noticed how fast she poured a clear liquid into my drink from a vial. I never noticed how well she did it. I never noticed the liquid mix with the bourbon. I never noticed it all. After she had told me of the "great changes" that would be coming, she left. I drank my bourbon as fast as I drank the last one before stepping away from the bar momentarily. Now with the pregnancy test in my hand, the pieces connected themselves. I guessed that the woman had been a witch and slipped me something that allowed me to be able to procreate for the night.

That's when the reality of the situation hit me hard. I had slept with my brother's girlfriend and now, she was pregnant with my baby, a baby I wasn't supposed to have. I looked at Elena and sat next to her on the edge of the tub. She looked at me, still crying, and I felt horrible like I always did when she was upset. I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her back in a circular motion, trying to calm her down. "It's going to be okay," I whispered over and over. I didn't believe my own words. I had no idea if it was going to be okay.

I was genuinely scared for what was going to happen to us.