Thanks to those who reviewed to my last chapter! I hope you like this. This has a bit Delena going on, but nothing too serious yet. Taking it slow. Lol. Hope I haven't made the characters too OOC. Anyway, please R&R.

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"Elena, this is Damon Salvatore." Jenna gushed, looking appreciatively at Damon.

"Yeah, I know his brother, Stefan." I replied, still looking at Damon. Katherine was by his side, flirting with him but he wasn't paying much attention. "Why is he here?" I asked casually.

"Well, I thought as he's new to this town, that we should make him welcome." She answered. Damon smiled kindly back.

Throughout dinner, my eyes flickered towards Damon who was seated next to the She-Devil Katherine. I watched her gazing up at him. Bitch. Has she forgotten about Stefan? Poor guy. Alaric was watching Damon apprehensively.

As I watched him, I took in his eyes, his skin, his smile, his hair. They were all gorgeous. His amazing pale blue eyes, brown hair…what's wrong with me? He could be a right arsehole for all I know! Either way, it won't stop from being gorgeous. I ran my hands gently through my hair. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Wherever I was, he was there. At school, at my own home. Hell, he was at the Mystic Grille the other night when I was there with Caroline (Bonnie was with her grandmother).

I decided I wanted out of the kitchen. I excused myself and went to my room. "Elena." Damon called. I turned and saw him leaning casually against my door frame.

"What?" I asked harshly. He seemed unfazed.

"You seemed distracted. I was just wondering what was wrong." He moved further into the room. Subconsciously, I moved backwards until I was leaning against the wall near the window.

"I was. What are you up to? Wherever I go, you're there!" I snapped.

Damon chuckled. "I think that's wishful thinking, Elena. After all," he moved his mouth to my ear, "I am a rather desirable man." He breathed. I shivered unconsciously. He got that one right; I was finding it hard to breathe. Fortunately, or unfortunately, how ever way you wish to look at it, he moved away but he was still close, right in front of me. "I think some people call it coincidence." Like hell it is.

"Damon, I don't believe that. Something's going on. What is it?" I asked stubbornly. He moved one hand and put it on the wall on the right side of my head. The other began lightly stroking my left stroking, moving some stray hair away.

"Elena Gilbert, you honestly have the most overactive imagination." Honestly, I could slap him. I gave up. Clearly, he was going to give me an answer. His face showed that. He was sporting that cocky smile.

He stared into my eyes and I could see him moving closer, whilst looking from my eyes to my lips and back again. I don't know what compelled me to do so but I kissed him. It was amazing, just like in the dream. His lips moved against mine perfectly. My arms went around his necks, hands moving into his hair. His hands were resting on my hips. The kiss was deepening more when something was thrown at the window and I was brought to my senses. I pushed him away. I was angry, not just at him, but at me.

"You…err…ahem…better go back, they'll wonder where you are." I said, looking away from him. He didn't move. I looked at him, "Get. Out." I said through gritted teeth. He smirked cockily and then he was gone. I sat on my bed, pulled my legs up close to my chest and buried my head in my knees. Why was I upset? It was strange. I don't know what made me kiss him. I'm not Katherine; I don't go around kissing any old person. I sighed and growled under my breath. I rested my hand on the duvet and felt something hard. Curious, I pulled back my covers. A necklace – well, a locket, really. I picked it up to examine it. A pretty one as well. A note was with it. It read:

Please wear this. From a friend.

How…? Who the hell put it there? I haven't bought any jewellery in weeks. No one's been here to give me anything. Unless…Damon? Nah, don't be ridiculous. He doesn't seem the sort. He seems to be too much like a player to give gifts. Nevertheless, I put on the necklace and I tucked it under my top. Now, Damon. You know what? I live here. I'm not going to hide away in my own house! I'm going to go down there and act…normal. Like I haven't just kissed him. Yeah, assertive Elena is here!

I walked gently down the stairs and into the kitchen where everyone chatted happily. Damon was still there and he looked up in surprise to see me but he composed himself and smiled. I glared.

"Elena, are you feeling better? You didn't seem very well before…?" Jenna asked, concerned.

"I'm fine thanks. Just needed a lie down."

"Aww. Wasn't it nice of Damon to check on you?" she smiled. I looked at him who was still smiling.

I bit back my honest opinion and instead settled for, "Yeah, it was. Thank you very much, Damon." Complete lie. No it wasn't nice and…okay, the kiss was good. The best ever. Wow…really?

Katherine glared at the occupants at the table. "Ugh, God's sakes! It's only Elena. It's not like she died…unfortunately." Ouch. That stung a bit. I knew she hated me – and, yeah, the feeling's mutual – but I never thought she'd wish me dead. But I didn't react; I just took a breadstick from the table and took a bite. When I didn't react, Katherine moaned again. "God, Elena, aren't you going to stick up for yourself?"

"No, Katherine, you know why? Because you're a worthless piece of crap and you're not going to get anywhere in life, acting like a spoilt brat. You're not going to get a perfect life, a perfect man, acting like you do now. You're a vile bitch, Katherine, and you're nothing to me." I growled. I was about to launch into another outburst but my phone rang. I answered my phone, getting my keys, bag and getting out the house.

"Hey, Bonnie." I sighed.

"What's happened?" she asked knowingly.

"Katherine. I lost my temper with her and told her what I thought of her." I said proudly. Ha, I don't regret it.

"Good girl. Hey, can I talk to you? Face-to-face, I mean? At Grams." she asked.

"Yeah, sure, be right over." I said and I hung up.

I moved forward when a hand stopped me. I almost screamed. I looked over my shoulder and it was Damon. I slapped him on the arm for scaring me – leaving out the fact that it hurt like hell.

"Damon, you stupid bastard! Why do you want to do that?" I hissed.

Damon laughed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to say that you showed a lot of guts back there. I'm impressed." He said.

I was silent for a moment then, "Whatever. I didn't do it to impress you. What happened in my room…that isn't like me. I don't kiss random strangers like that. No matter how arrogant and good looking they think they are." I told him rudely. I didn't care. I'd had enough for one night. "Now, if you excuse me, I have places to go." And I left him there.

Damon

I watched her as she went. Stupid human. She has no inkling as to what I am. Even after that dream… no matter. I'll get to her some day. She's far nicer than her sister. It was quite impressive what Elena said to her. Put her in her place. Obviously Elena didn't see Katherine after the outburst; Katherine was stunned. I wasn't sure whether it was recognition as to what sort of person she is or what.

I was back at the boarding house, five minutes after my chat with Elena. What? I'm a vampire. I can move significantly faster than humans. Stefan was in the drawing room, getting ready to meet his animal pals, I assume.

"Off for a tea party with the rabbits?" I teased. Stefan ignored me. I tried again. "Give my regards."

"Cut it, Damon. Why did you compel her?" Stefan growled.

I sighed. "Look, I wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't willingly so I had to make her. Besides, I wanted to get away from her horrible sister." I replied.

"Katherine?" Stefan frowned.

"Yeah, she was all over me. She might look like Elena, but they're completely different." I said, getting some whiskey.

Suddenly, I was thrown against the wall by stupid brother. It didn't hurt, mainly because I feed on human blood, therefore it doesn't hurt.

"What did you do to them? Did you hurt them?" he growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Stefan. Don't be stupid."

"I'm not. You've hurt that girl, Vicki Donovan. You've been feeding off her."

"Yeah but I haven't killed her. I haven't killed anyone since that teacher last month. Wow, I'm slipping." I smirked.

"Be serious for one moment. I came back here to live a life, in the town that I once called my home. When we were normal brothers, before she came along." He flinched from the memory. The memories of her were swimming in my mind. I pushed them aside, hiding my emotions, like I've done for last century and a half. "And what do you mean, 'you haven't killed anyone'? Look at the news!" he spat. I turned to the TV screen and was shocked to see news about an 'animal attack'. A girl named Sara Brooke. Never even met her.

It switched some other story and I turned to my brother. "Stefan, I swear I haven't even met the girl. Honestly. That teacher was the last person I've killed. This means either these are genuine animal attacks, which I very much doubt, or we have another vampire in town." I decided to point out the obvious.

"Well, it's not going to be long before they link the recent attacks to us. So you're gonna have to find out who this vampire is and get them off our back." Stefan instructed. Really?

"Why must I do it, brother?" I asked.

Stefan just stared. "Because, dear brother, I have school, so that I can keep up the façade of me being a 17 year old student. You have plenty of time to sort this out." He explained.

I rolled my eyes again and Stefan left to go hunting. I wandered around the house for a while until I got bored. Wonder whether Vicki would be willing to cooperate?

XxX

I was waiting for Vicki, near the woods. I spotted her, walking in my direction; she didn't look happy.

"Damon, I don't care what you say. I'm with Jeremy Gilbert now." she said assertively. I pulled her to me and used my compulsion.

"Vicki, you want to satisfy my hunger. You will let me feed off you. You will not tell anyone." I said, looking deeply in her eyes. I let her go.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said. I grinned and I took her back to the boarding house, to my room.

I kissed her deeply as soon as we were there. I deepened the kiss. "Ele–Vicki." What? I nearly moaned Elena's name? I can't deny that Elena was an amazing kisser. I broke away. She didn't seem to notice my blunder as I moved my mouth to her neck and I bit down, drinking in her blood. The blood rushed through my body and I kept on until I was satisfied. I pushed her off. I wiped any excess blood and wrapped her discarded scarf around her neck, hiding the bite marks.

"Don't I get anything in return?" she hinted suggestively. I smiled coldly.

"We go through this every time. All I need to say is…Jeremy." She seemed to snap out of her compulsion. "Now go. Remember," I looked in her eyes, "you are to tell no one about what happens when you come here. Are we clear?" she nodded dumbly. I opened the door behind her. "Now, run along." And she left with out a word. I closed the door and leant against.

Why did I moan Elena's name? She didn't mean that much to me. She's just another human…

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