Author's Note: I wasn't sure how this chapter was supposed to end, but it seemed that the characters grabbed the wheel and did whatever they want. So, hopefully you enjoyed it and this is dedicated to Sar. I love you, girlie.

Same Evening: The Mystic Falls Grill

Damon's eyes widen. He couldn't believe this. How dare she approach him at a time like this? He had gone all out tonight. He had worn his black leather that had got him into some good times, back then. He had Caroline trim his hair and styled it just the way how he used to wear it before Anna walked in his life and now, this woman was about to ruin it and it seemed she was drunk.

He noticed her stumbling and he was about ready to grab for Caroline's arm, tugging her away from the scene. He didn't want to deal with it, but one quick glance at her and he knew it was over. She was adjusting herself, perking up her breasts, standing taller, relaxing herself as she waited for the girl to come over. He leaned over to whisper. "Caroline, that's…"

She shushed him, slapping him away with a wave of her hand. She whispered back, her words coming out as cold as he had felt. "Go sit at the bar, Damon."

The woman approached them both before he had time to move and he stood still, standing even taller next to Caroline, casting his gaze down at Vicki. He was just a bit taller than her.

And then as if she sobered up in that moment, her eyes as well, widen. She leaned her head to the side, trying to put together her words, carefully, he assumed. He hoped that she would walk away, but she still stood there.

And in that moment, he hated having a lesbian best friend.

"I noticed you when you walked in. I'm Victoria Donovan."

Formal? Is that what the 'scene' had come too since last time he was out?

"I'm Caroline Forbes, please to meet you."

Damon watched Victoria, eying her with a gaze. He wondered if she would announce him; try to point out some way that she knew about his girlfriend. But nothing happened, after Caroline introduced herself it seemed that Caroline motioned her head towards a deserted table, gave Damon the look and left him, standing there.

And he watched the whole scene as Victoria and Caroline sat down. Victoria had placed the bottle onto the table and began to open her mouth and just when he thought it could get any worse, because once Caroline realized who this was, she would ask questions about how this woman knew Anna and then…it seemed to get better, for him anyway.

A tall brunette was walking over to him. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and it flowed behind her as she walked. She wore a casual top, short sleeved, white and blue jeans with tennis shoes. He was caught off guard, every woman he had glanced at looked either too slutty or dressed up since they were at a bar, but not her. And he remembered a time that when him and Anna used to go out, she would wear the tightest clothes she could find.

But it was different, this time, he told himself. This wasn't Anna. This was another woman who felt like the light in the dark place. He straightened, clearing his throat as he smirked as she approached him.

The old pussy whipped Damon was gone. Anna had cheated on him, used him, and yet they were still together, how could he allow this when she would only hurt him more if he didn't do anything about it. Caroline wanted him to go out tonight and wake up with a woman in his bed. He could do this.

He inhaled deeply.

He didn't want to think about the bitch anymore, he wasn't sure why he went after her anyway.

He exhaled calmly.

He was new. He was reborn.

He was Damon fucking Salvatore.

And God Damn it, he was back.

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Elena felt a deep shiver as she noticed the man, she was eying earlier was staring at her. And it wasn't one of those creep stares it was a hunger stare that Vickie used to give her before they groped each other, but his stare was deeper than that. It made her hair stand on end, her legs want to come out from under her and it was just….

She swallowed hard as she felt her belly burning with something she never thought she'd ever feel again.

She stopped in her tracks, looking for Vickie, which was why she was over there, not because of him.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

"I'm looking for a female friend of mine. She's wearing a really tight skirt, it's short too."

Elena felt like slapping her head, that made no kinds of sense and she couldn't believe she said that. If a hole didn't want to open up and swallow her then, could it get her later?

The male chuckled, his gaze looking around her for a moment and she wondered if he was meeting up with someone and if she was in his way.

"I'm noticing a lot of females in here who could be possibly your friend wearing tight short skirts. Want to be more specific?"

Her eyes widen for a moment. His voice. She gulped, nodding, trying to visualize Vickie and came up with nothing. She forced a smile, trying to cover her tracks. She didn't want him to think that she was trying to hit on him, because she had a boyfriend.

The longer she stood quiet, the more the man began to laugh. Elena's cheeks turned red from his laughter and she had to catch herself. She probably sounded like an idiot.

"I'm not trying to hit on you, if you think that's the case. I am truly looking for a friend."

The man nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets and why of all things would her eyes follow his movements, wishing to be the fabric of his jeans, wishing he'd slide his hands down her body.

She shook her head mentally. She couldn't believe she would think of him in that way.

"I know you aren't. You don't seem too confident if you were."

"What do you mean? You want me to perk up my breast and shake them? I don't think so."

Nice, Elena. Scare away the man.

And in that moment, she could imagine Stefan shaking his head. He hated it when she blurted out her thoughts.

The man burst out in laughter, dipping his head to laugh. He shook his head soon after, his words with pure amusement in them. "I didn't mean to offend you…" He straightened, pausing trying to say something, but it seemed he skipped over it because he continued. "You're interesting."

Elena stood shook, tilting her head. "What do you mean, interesting? If you're trying to hit on me, I have a boyfriend."

The man arched his brow, his blue eyes seemed darker than before. His next words were at a whisper as he spoke.

"What's your boyfriend's name?"

And she opened her mouth to say it. She was ready to say it, and then walk away, text Vickie that she couldn't find her and leave. She shouldn't have come out in the first place, but nothing came out but small gasps of air.

The man shushed her, placing a finger along her lips.

"Damon."

Elena finally found her voice.

"That's not my boyfriend's name."

"It's mine."

Elena's cheeks turned a faint red. She couldn't believe this guy. He was actually flirting with her. And why couldn't she say Stefans?

"I'm Elena."

He made her feel different. All he did was talk to her and he wasn't off thinking about other things, but her. He was focused on her. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Well Elena, would you like to go sit down at the bar? We could talk if you want."

Elena nodded her blush still on her cheeks. It was like everything was gone in that complete second. She felt new, alive.

"And what would a handsome man like you, want to talk to a girl looking like me?"

She didn't mean it in a harmful way. Her insecurity was kicking in and she had voiced it like it wasn't a problem or it was something that could be avoided and yes, it was. She didn't have to open her mouth and say it, but she had. She felt as if she could trust Damon. He wasn't like other guys she had spoken too.

"We're at a bar and you're dressed casually. When I noticed that, you caught my eye then."

She let the music speak for her as she walked over towards the bar, turning around first. She wanted to sit down. Maybe she should have left.

"I'd have bourbon, if you don't mind."

"Water, I've had my fill of alcohol."

Damon shook his head in laughter. "You are shocking me. I've never met a woman like you before."

Elena felt her heart beat quicken and she had to swallow down her nervousness as she sat down. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Damon shrugged, waiting a moment to tell the bartender what they wanted before he continued.

"It's a good thing in my book."

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"Stefan, don't stop."

Stefan bit his lip to muffle the moan, thrusting into the poor dark haired girl as she lay underneath him. His hands were on either side of her head and he was driving into her with so much power that the desk beneath them shook with the force. Her heels dug into his upper and lower back, her hands gripping onto his back and the edge of the desk, scratching at the wood. Her jaw dropped as he tilted his hips, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

His face was held in pure stone as he rocked his body into the poor girl beneath him. He wanted to moan, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was better and felt better than the recent girl of late. The last girl he had had was not perfect. She had moved with no thought. It seemed she was crazed. But this girl was perfect. She moved in sync with him. She took direction and even pulled out things he had never heard or done himself out on him, not like he had a problem with it. He just wished he could try it with his current girlfriends, but she was still too wrapped up in his precious brother to even look his way, his main girl and then there was the other.

He mentally rolled his eyes, thinking about the girl he was dating. Elena.

She wasn't special, normal as the girl beneath him, but she was boring.

She liked to talk about nonsense. He hated listening to her about her friends. Vickie annoyed him and always had to speak on matters she had no business in. He only dealt with her because she was Elena's ex and best friend. He would have asked Elena if they could ever, but how would he ask a question when him and Elena had never even got naked with one another?

He had tried on many occasions to get into bed with her. He would invite her into his showers. She would refuse and mumble, blush. She'd try her best to avoid the situation. And yes, sometimes, he would throw in that Vickie had at least got to taste her and they had been together for a very long time. He at least wanted something from her. A lick, a sucking quicke, a grind, a bump, but there was nothing.

He guessed there was something there, something hidden that she wasn't ready to admit too. There were moments where it would seem she would try, but then she'd pull back. At first, he thought that she knew about Anna, his brother's girl. Stefan was fucking her when he didn't feel like being with anyone else. He had Bonnie whenever she wanted him which was when her and her ex got into fights. It seemed, from what he gathered, she was ready to be with him, again, but he was in love with another woman. She'd call, cry to him and then she would ask him would he hold her.

He would, vigorously, like now.

"Fuck Bonnie, don't stop." He let out a silent moan. He could feel his release at the brink. He was ready to finish. He wanted to go. He was down for another night of trying with Elena again. He had called her earlier, but she hadn't picked up. He left a cute little voicemail. He wanted to see her. He wanted to hold her.

Maybe that was a lie. He wasn't sure.

There was something buried there. She was hiding something from him.

He had asked Anna would could he do about it.

She had told him to leave her. She was worthless and was surprised that he stayed with her that long.

It was shocking to him too. He should have dumped her long ago. Be with someone who was willing to fuck their boyfriends, but he couldn't let her go.

She was a virgin, simple as that, maybe that's why.

"Stefan, I'm going too…."

"Then do it." He urged her on. He was about ready to go home, thinking about Elena, he wanted to see her instead. He hoped once she gave it up, that he would stop sleeping with Bonnie. She was only using him, which made him a hypocrite because he was using her.

She came long and hard, clenching his cock with her walls.

He came inside of her, long, primal. He could feel his back shake from the intensity.

He relaxed on top of her, before pulling out. He didn't like being touchy feely. The only girl he was touchy feely with was Anna and she even hated that. So, he just didn't do it anymore.

He rolled off of her; steadying himself as he pulled himself to a stand. He snatched his jeans from off the floor, sliding into them quickly.

Bonnie pulled the sheet up to her breast. She balanced herself on one elbow, watching as Stefan dressed. A slight bit of hurt was across her features, but she quickly let it fade.

"Stefan, I…"

He was pulling his shirt over his head, dusting off the small dirt that had collected on it as he turned to face her.

"Look, let's get something straight. You wanted to be held, so I held you, don't get it complicated in that way. Your boyfriend doesn't want to touch you because he wants someone else."

She scoffed, holding the covers close to her chest, sitting up in the bed, moving her thighs underneath her to sit on them. She could feel her eyes water for the tears that were about to ready stream down her face.

"Stefan…I…"

He turned to face her. He hated being cold to her, because she was young. He always kept that in mind, but this wasn't the first time they had these little fights. They were just sex, nothing more, nothing less. He'd listened with one ear, ignore her with the other.

"Bonnie, don't make this harder. If you want 'just sex' you need to grow tougher skin."

Her mouth fell; she looked like a fish out of water as she tried to recollect herself. As she tried to recollect her thoughts, try to recollect her words. He's never said this to her before.

"It's about your girlfriend, isn't it?"

Stefan didn't say another word, his hands coming out to play in his hair, sculpting it.

He smirked, his mouth not opening with words. It didn't open at all. He left Bonnie on her bed, sliding his hands into his pockets to pull out his phone, sending Elena a message quickly.

"Let's watch a movie when I get home, yeah?"

He sent the message and headed down the stairs. He hoped like hell she was out. He'd hate to have to explain the smell of woman on him while she was there. He rather take a shower, he didn't want the smell to linger, but who the hell cared. It wasn't like Elena, his goodie goodie girlfriend would be doing anything. She was as boring as watching paint dry.

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"So tell me more about yourself Elena. You don't seem boring." Damon grabbed for his other cup of bourbon, placing it to his lips to take a nice long slip.

Elena nodded as she placed her index finger in the cup of water, swirling it around with her finger.

"It's what I've been told. Vickie says I'm boring. I just can't be like her. My boyfriend says I'm boring."

Damon tilted his head, placing his cup down, his eyebrow arched in confusion.

"Your boyfriend is a dick, then or obviously lying to you. He wouldn't still be with you if you were."

Elena nodded for a moment, and then opened her mouth as she continued to play with the cup of her water. "What about Vickie?"

Damon cringed at the name, but instantly reminded himself that he would need to talk to her. She knew something about Anna and yet he told himself he wouldn't care, but he was still curious.

"Your best friend is your best friend. She remembers you at a point in time when you weren't so boring and wishes for you to be the same. She must not like this boyfriend of yours."

Elena straightened in her chair, eyeing Damon with a annoyed expression. "I told you. I have one."

Damon just chuckled, finishing off his drink with one gulp. It burned the back of his throat.

"You say you have one and yet all I see is a scared little girl who's ready to be a woman and is a woman and yet, she won't take that step, push herself further and leave this boyfriend of hers behind."

Elena opened her mouth, stood up from the stool, pulling her finger quickly back from the water as if it had burned her. "Oh really, is that what you think?"

"Yes, I do because it's what I know. You've been with him for so long that you think that's all you'll ever have."

Elena shook her head. "You're wrong." Her phone vibrated loudly. She could hear it, but told herself to answer it later, like the first one.

Damon stood up, towering over Elena. "Then why are you so defensive?"

Elena said nothing, because she couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, she slapped him across the face, not even sure why.

Damon's head turned towards the side and he near crashed into the bar.

Elena didn't say another word as everyone else gasped. Some of the women ran to go to tend to Damon. She huffed, walking out. She passed by Vickie who had stood up, wondering what the hell that happened. The blonde beside her was bursting out in laughter.

"Stay as long as you like, Vick. I'll be in the car."

And she left without a word.