The eldest Salvatore pulled out of Elena's driveway angrily. Where the hell was she?

He was pissed. Dealing with Katherine's constant neediness and her manipulative self, and now Elena deciding to just up and leave somewhere with out telling anyone.

At first he thought she may have been kidnapped, but Jenna told him that she's been doing the same thing for awhile now and that she's fine. Ofcourse, Jenna didn't know of the dangerous things her niece could get pulled into.

Sighing, Damon rolled down his window to his car to let the breeze blow rapidly through the open space, as he took in the smells around him; trying to locate where Elena was.

It took him quite some time, but he finally found here about 200 miles out in the countryside surrounded by a muddy scent, which Damon knew was woods.

Why would she be out in the middle of no where? He fumed in his head as he exited the Mystic Falls welcome sign, and slammed his foot on the gas pedal with ease.

Elena took a sip of the soda she had taken out from Irislyn's fridge, and snorted as the said blonde let out a loud giggly sound. Her feet gliding over her polished floors gracefully, with her hands over her head as she swayed her hips to the sound of the music coming from the television.

As you could have guessed, she was slightly tipsy and was stripped down to her tanktop and boy shorts that covered up most, but not all, of her butt.

Elena just smiled and rolled her eyes, "You're worse than Damon."

The blonde stopped and turned to Elena with a raised eyebrow before giggling again, "Maybe me and the elder Salvatore could dance around all day, in the nude." Her voice full of sarcasm.

Elena just smiled brighter and pulled Irislyn away from the television screen, just as their was a mad knock banging on the entrance door, causing both the girls to stop and stare at the vibrating apparatus.

It only took Irislyn a minute to sober up in that instant, and straighten her hair as she casted Elena a confused look, "Who could that be?" She whispered whilest Elena shrugged, but was just as curious as she was.

Damon Salvatore stood banging on the log cabin's door, his slight frustration getting the better of him, like always. He was growing more impatient by the second when no one came rushing to open up, but he could hear soft whispers on the inside, though he could not comprehend what was exactly being said.

The red oak door was still ringing after his last pound, before Elena's face popped up in his vision.

"..Damon, what..." She paused and looked around him, "are you doing here?" Her voice was slightly alarmed, and her mouth was set in a firm line that indicated that she was not happy with his sudden appearance.

"Me?" His voice boomed, "what about you, Elena? What are you doing here?"

Elena flinched but was pushed over to the side as another person stepped out from behind the door, "She came here to see me, ofcourse."

Damon's vision was thrown into haywire as he looked into silver beaming eyes that shown great ascendancy that made Damon feel like he was not the one in charge anymore. The woman infront of him had long golden locks that spiraled down like twirled rollercoasters, and beautiful toned skin that he just wanted to melt into.

He almost didn't even notice the slight smell of liquor on her breath, over the scent of pine trees and the fresh jolt of lavender. But the smell of alcohol was still lingering off her plump lips so casually, it made the eldest Salvatore's mouth water in jealousy.

"Hello? Damon?" Elena's voice called and Damon casted a glare in her direction for pulling him out of his thoughts and bringing him back to life.

Clearing his throat, Damon smirked at the golden beauty and held out his hand, making sure not to cross that barrier that was the entrance, "Damon Salvatore, at you service."

The beautiful goddess like woman just stared at his hand thoughtfully, before rolling her eyes. "Irislyn Monroe."

She then proceeded to turn on her heel and strut right back into her abode, leaving Elena watching Damon with a suspicious look as his hand fell to his side limply.

He was ignored. Damon Salvatore just got ignored by the perfection of Irislyn Monroe. Was this a challenge? Because he sure wanted her all to himself, he would have her.