A/N: Not such a long wait as the last time I updated, but I really do want to keep on top of this story. Wish the next series of VD would hurry up and I really do need to obtain Shadow Souls. *Sigh* So, for my lack of Vampire Diaries ness, here's an addition to the Fan Fic. Hope you all enjoy it. (:


Chapter 6: Everything You Want

EPOV

I sighed.

'No, Bonnie. I assure you. I am perfectly fine. Seriously, so please stop with the worrying. I mean, you're my best friend and you care; I get it. And of course I'm happy that you care, but seriously. Every time you get a bad feeling about me, or anything to do with me, it could just be a passing thought or something? You know I'd tell you if anything was wrong don't you? I mean, you're my best friend Bonnie. I tell you everything,' I said, leaning my chin onto my shoulder as I crouched to the floor.

Bonnie let out a deep exhale of air and I could feel her frowning through the phone.

'Yeah. Yes. You're right Elena, like always. I'm sorry, it's just, I really do care about you Elena and you having a vampire boyfriend and are getting increasingly closer to that sinister brother of his I might add, isn't really helping me relax about your safety y'know."

I knew she was joking, (on the outside at least) but deep down I knew my best friend was truly worried about me. The mentioning of Damon bothered me, but I didn't let it on. Was it really that obvious how close me and Damon had gotten? Ugh, so I hadn't been imagining everything then? Sometimes I…

'Elena?' Bonnie's voice had an edge to it that I knew it was a question.

'Mmm? Sorry Bonnie, what did you say? I don't know where my head was," I lied. I knew exactly where my head was.

Where it had been for the past how many days. With Damon Salvatore. But Bonnie wouldn't understand and Stefan definitely wouldn't. And Damon would just thrive in knowing he'd been in nearly every passing thought I'd had; ugh, I needed to talk to Meredith, and fast. Meredith had always been more of an older sister to me then a best friend; I could always speak to her about everything and anything and she'd always listen to me. She'd never judge. She would just listen. And right now I wasn't sure how much more 'Damoness' I could take.

Meanwhile, back in the real world that isn't my head I heard Bonnie chuckle through the phone and felt her roll her eyes at my answer.

'I asked you if you'd spoken to him about the deaths.' Bonnie didn't like this subject, but it seemed very important to her.

I swallowed then replied.

'Yes. I went over to his the other day after I left you at school. Sorry about that, I was in a mood,' I frowned, not wanting to talk about Damon.

'Well, what happened?'

I let out a heavy breath of air before replying.

'He didn't do it, Bonnie.' And then I got ready for her reaction.

'Elena… Of course he's not going to admit to it. It's Damon for goodness sake I mean do you really th-'

I cut her off abruptly.

'No, Bonnie. I know he didn't do it. Trust me,' I hoped Bonnie recognised the seriousness and determined tone in my voice.

And she had. Her next sentence was as off topic as it could get without being too obvious.

'You've spoken to Stefan too?'

I nodded then replied.

'Mhmm.. Say, Bonnie, are you coming to the ball later?' I asked, simply out of interest. Bonnie was bright and bubbly, she wouldn't normally miss a party.

She answered almost immediately, grateful for the subject swap.

'Yeah! Actually, I'm being picked up in around ten minutes...' She suddenly fell silent.

'Oh? Who's the lucky fella?' I asked, trying to hide the surprise in my voice.

It wasn't that Bonnie wasn't attractive; in fact she was very rather pretty and she was just the right size too. Maybe a little on the small side in height terms, but cute. Bonnie was definitely cute. I was only surprised that she hadn't told me. It was then I realised Bonnie had been silent for a long time. So I tried again.

'Who is it, Bonnie?'

'Don't be mad, 'kay?'

'Okay?'

'It's Matt.'


DPOV

I grinned, letting my head tilt a degree holding the steering wheel firmly in my right hand while I flopped my left casually over the passenger seat beside me. The passenger seemed to like that very much indeed. I mean, why wouldn't she? She was side by side with Damon Salvatore. Girls loved me; you just had to look at me to see that. I caught sight of my reflection in the side mirror and I smiled.

"Thank you for asking me to the ball today Damon. I was supposed to be going with Tyler, but that ship sank before it even set sail," I could feel her blue eyes glowing as she turned her body towards me fully, "I think I definitely got the better deal with you though," the popular blonde giggled.

The better deal? Well, if having your blood sucked then drained from your body by an impossibly gorgeous vampire was her idea of a better deal then some messed up high school jock then I'd agree. But in a normal case I would think not. But, of course, charming as I was, I kept up the gentleman act. I had to force down an eye roll, she really was blonde. My eyes flicked to hers, casting a luring shadow over her features as I flashed my trademark one hundred watt smile. The blush lighting her cheeks could've replaced a stop light.

"Oh, I know. And no problem m'lady, it is indeed my honour to escort you to the ball," I told her smoothly.

I turned my gaze back to the road for fear of her head exploding or something stupid like that; human girls were so easily lead, they believed anything you wanted them to even without the power of compelling. Swiftly, I swerved into the car park and parked my Ferrari at a perfect angle before popping the clutch, snapping off my seat belt and climbing out of the car. I straightened out my shirt, tie and the remainder of my clothing before pacing slickly around to the opposite side of the car.

I effortlessly opened the door, took the girls hand and brought her to her feet and out of the car in the amount of time it took the average human to blink. She swooned and almost withered in my arms; again, I stressed the weakness of human girls for a handsome face. I angled my arm as she clutched onto it tightly; I locked my car and made my way into the large building. She caught me off guard as she spoke. So off guard in fact I couldn't help but glance down at her slightly shocked.

"I hope Elena doesn't mind me having the other brother. Having said that, I'm not sure whether she wants to keep you both to herself. She doesn't like sharing," Caroline's tone wasn't playful at all. It was so deadly serious I had to look away from her.

As I did so, I noticed what Caroline was staring at, and had been staring it for quite sometime. Stefan leant casually, (but to me I knew it was more of a possessive notion than a casual one) against a white building-support beam, clutching a small glass of wine in his hand; his eyes completely focused upon the object of both of our deepest desires. She was giggling at him, her brown bambi eyes so filled with life her orbs could've lit up this entire scene; she pushed back a rich lock of hair, revealing the half of her face I couldn't see before. Elena.

And for the first time in over one hundred years I felt my heart beat. And it hurt.

As if he could sense my presence and my inner unease that was impossible to hide Stefan took her free hand in his, lifting it to his lips he kissed it firmly and with meaning. Elena of course, as perfect as she was, was completely oblivious to the obvious possessiveness Stefan was showing oh-too clearly. And then he kissed her full on the mouth. I should've looked away, I wanted to but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the pair. After a life time and a half Stefan broke the hold his lips had on hers; Elena squeezed his hand, still smiling and wandered away and out of sight.

It was then he looked up at me, it was as if he'd known I'd been there the whole time, just waiting for his opportunity to strike a nerve. His brown eyes bore into me, reaching into my chest and clawing out the last bit of humanity I left. Stefan didn't say anything, he didn't even smile. But I knew what he was saying, and it only spurred my anger and sheer determination on further.

She's mine, Damon.

I managed a smirk; the hurt that had previously (only briefly) over-shadowed my face was replaced by a fresh anger but an age-old determination. I had only five words for my brother, and we both knew I didn't have to voice them to get the words across.

She will be mine, Stefan.

And I left it at that, pulling Caroline off and onto the dance floor I whirled her around, trying my best to put on the composed, handsome hunter but I couldn't quite manage it. Why was I letting myself be bothered by Stefan? Why was I so weak? At least a few minutes must have passed by for Caroline looked exhausted, I stopped dancing and just held her, she was smiling at me, and I twitched my lips at her. I easily broke my gaze and cast them across and upwards. It was then I saw her. She was alone this time, and that little witch girl was standing beside her.

However, though they were clearly having a conversation with one another, Elena wasn't looking at the witch at all. Her eyes were somewhere else; her eyes were on someone else. How long had she been staring now? Had she been looking when my guard was off? No, I'd rebuilt that before anyone could've noticed. Elena's eyes locked onto mine and I couldn't move, I couldn't even speak. Her eyes were telling me something, something her heart didn't want to feel, but it was feeling.

And then she looked away.

And then I became human again.


Author's Note: I, for one, love the caring Damon as much as the bad ass one. Let me know what y'all think and click that review button. ^^

Jackie xxx