Hey guys! Sorry that it's been about a month or so since I've updated, but in my defense, school just started again and in August, I did upload a long one shot. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
"Hello, Elena," he said, stretching out the vowels of her name.
She raised an eyebrow, not looking as surprised as he thought she would. "Damon Salvatore. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He shot her an 100 kilowatt grin. "I came to chit-chat with you, babe."
Her brown eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that. Ever."
His intrigue increased. This girl was a much different change of pace. With the exception of Katherine, she was the spunkiest girl he'd met. Much better than the girls he was used to.
He put his hands up in mock defense. "Calm down, babe" he replied, adding extra emphasis on the final word to piss her off.
She rolled her eyes. "Wanna skip to the point for me?"
He smirked before saying, "You. Me. A date. Tonight."
"A what?"
"A date. An outing. A romantic appointment or engagement."
"In case you've forgotten, I'm dating your brother."
He shrugged it off. "I don't care. Maybe it makes you more appealing." He winked. "Care to know why?"
"No, but I know that you're going to enlighten me with the answer anyways."
"Bingo." Interesting girl. She didn't put up with his capital BS. "To put it in simple terms, I like you. I want you."
He leaned on her doorframe and reached out to tilt her face towards his.
Only to get stopped by an invisible barrier.
He gave a small scoff. "Care to invite me in?"
"Nah, not today. Play your cards right and maybe I'll extend you an invitation. Until then, bye Damon. She wiggled her fingers in a wave before shutting the door in his face.
His eyes widened. He wanted this girl. A lot.
And he would do whatever it took to get her.
"You okay?" Stefan asked her the next day at lunch.
She nodded. "Yeah, I just have something on my mind." Elena sighed and Stefan set his hand over hers. She turned to him again. "You know what? Let's do something fun. It's a Friday night and Jenna's out of town. Let's have a party!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that's the best idea? Caroline is still out there somewhere and we have no clue if she's going to go after you again..."
"Lighten up, Stefan! I can't live my life in fear of your crazy, not as pretty as me vampire ex-girlfriend. Besides, there isn't a single thing that bleached blonde can do to hurt me."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his brows furrowing together in confusion.
"Nothing," she replied, quickly replacing her small frown with a wide grin. "Hang on a sec."
Before he could realize what exactly was going on, Elena was standing on top of the lunch table with her hands cupped around her mouth as a makeshift megaphone.
"Party at my house tonight! Everyone's invited! Tell your friends!"
Cheers erupted from everyone there and soon, dozens of people were facing their cellphone screens.
Elena got off the table and sat back down on the wooden bench.
"What just happened?" he asked, feeling really confused.
"Duh, I just invited everyone to my party. Including you."
He looked at her doubtfully.
"You are coming, right?"
"I don't know, parties aren't really my thing."
She punched his arm playfully. It kind of hurt, which was really weird considering she was a human and he, well, wasn't.
"You're coming, whether you like it or not."
He rubbed his aching arm and simply accepted defeat.
"Stefan! You came!" Elena said cheerily, taking his hand and tugging him inside. "Just in time to get all the drinks set up."
He let her lead him into the kitchen where about a dozen cases of beer were laid out, waiting to be opened.
"How did you get this much alcohol? You're seventeen."
"I have my ways." She smiled devilishly.
He shrugged it off and spent the next two hours helping her set up and after a half hour resting period, people began pouring in and soon enough, the house was packed; music blaring from the old speakers found in the Gilbert basement. Jeremy had come home to the surprise, but after getting an (incredibly strange and unusual) alcohol free pass, he quickly quieted down.
Stefan felt incredibly out of place.
A surprised Elena opened up the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked Damon.
"I'm here for the party. Everyone is invited, right?"
She gave an exasperated sigh. "Anything I can do to make you leave?"
"Yup. You can step out of your nice protective house and kiss me." He smirked.
"Seriously? That's all you want?"
He nodded.
She stood there thinking for a single moment before stepping outside, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards her.
Then he was kissing Elena Gilbert.
Through all the bustle of the party, he hadn't noticed Elena's departure. He looked around for her and bumped his way through drunk jocks, raving teenagers and even had to awkwardly walk by two couples making out against the wall. Not a very pleasant sight.
Just like how the sight of Elena outside making out with his brother wasn't very pleasant to see either.
It hurt him to watch the sight of Elena outside, kissing his brother. Something ached in his chest and he felt a memory come up from too long ago; a memory of Katherine doing the exact same thing. But Katherine was one thing while Elena was another.
Yet there she was, repeating the history of the Salvatore brothers. A history that she knew too.
Finally, he made himself look away and for once, he willingly faced the havoc inside.
She pulled away from him, panting like a dog to catch her breath.
"So, have I earned an invite in?" he asked Elena.
She hesitated before shooting him a familiar smile. "Come back tomorrow, and I'll invite you in. Maybe we can have some fun while we're at it," she answered, whispering the last part in his ear before turning around and sauntering back inside.
Damon smiled. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
Stefan didn't bother waiting around; his mind too busy running through what he just saw. Eventually, he caught a glimpse of Elena back inside, but he chose to hide in the crowd before leaving the house.
"Miss Katherine?" Damon asked the beautiful woman standing before him, completely speechless with her presence at his door in the late hour of night. Not to mention, she wasn't wearing much clothing to begin with; only a simple nightgown and a thin robe around her slim figure.
"Hello Damon. I cannot deny that I have been waiting for this moment all day," she replied.
His eyebrows shot up. "I beg your pardon?"
"You see, I have been growing a bit bored lately. Truly, your father is a kind man and I fairly enjoy our games of croquet, but you see, he is much older than I. Your brother, Stefan, is the same age as I, but he talks and thinks like a much older man. All he wishes to discuss is books and music, and while that's all good, it simply isn't something of my taste. You, on the other hand, understand me in a way the others simply can't."
She leaned in so close that he could feel her breath as she spoke. He backed away a few steps.
"Thank you, miss Katherine, but this feels a bit...out of the ordinary."
"Ever the gentleman. Though I must ask you to stop calling me 'miss Katherine.' It makes me sound as if I am a woman old enough to be your mother."
"I apologize, mi-Katherine," he quickly mended. "Anything else I can do for you?"
"I am so glad you asked."
She pushed him inside his room and shut the door behind her. "As I mentioned before, I have been waiting for this all day," she explained before kissing him.
Unsure of what to do, he simply kissed her back. But she seemed to have other plans in mind as she reached for the hem of his night shirt.
They proceeded to do...things he didn't think a lady like her was capable of.
Yet when all was said and done, she simply leaned in close and whispered, "You are much better than your brother."
The memory only fueled his inner anger and jealousy over his brother; a fire within him that he hadn't fed in a century and half. After Katherine...left them, Damon never did dwell upon his memories of Katherine. The times she told him he was better than his brother in particular.
How could she have said all those things, yet still choose Stefan? Stefan, who she had to compel and manipulate just so he could go near her. Stefan, who never gave her a second thought after her untimely death. That Stefan didn't deserve being Katherine's first choice. But he had been.
And now Damon would make sure that he was Elena's.
He went up her doorstep and knocked for the third time in only three days.
She opened the door with a seductive grin on her face and a strange look in her eyes.
"Hello Damon," she said in an oddly familiar way despite their limited interactions. "I've got to say, I have been waiting for this."
The memory from before rose up again, only for him to quickly shove it down again.
"So have I. Should we take it upstairs?"
"Ease down there, Salvatore, you haven't even offered me a drink yet. Lucky for you, there's still some alcohol left from the party and I need to erase all evidence that said party ever happened. I could use your help."
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Elena?"
She scoffed. "No. But honestly, I'm way better drunk than I am sober."
He grinned. "I like the sound of that."
"Needless to say, I don't," said Stefan who had suddenly appeared behind Damon.
Elena's eyes widened and a brief panic seemed to flash upon her face before she quickly regained her composure. Yet instead of being upset that Stefan had come to ruin their plans, Damon thought she looked more than pleased.
"Stefan," she said. "How wonderful that you could join us. We can have some more fun now, together."
"What's going on with you, Elena? You've been acting differently these last few days and now you're trying to hook up with my brother? Even after I told you what happened in 1864?" Stefan asked her, worry in his stare. He sighed and ran a hand through that godawful hero hair of his. "When I told you the truth, I didn't do it so that history would repeat itself."
"Well it's not my fault I'm so damn good looking or that I have the best charm," Damon explained with a wink. "How long did you think it would have taken for her to crack. In case you haven't noticed, I'm irresistible."
Stefan scoffed.
"Truly Stefan, how long did you think it would take?" Elena inquired, earning surprised looks from both brothers. "After all, Katherine saw something in the both of you. It's only about time that I see it too. So come on in, Damon. Make yourself at home."
Stefan's eyes widened. "What did you just say?"
"I said that Damon is free to come inside this house, pop open a drink and make himself comfy," she responded.
Damon faced his brother with a smug smile adorning his face and Stefan just stared at him in defeat.
Elena shifted so that she was leaning against the door frame in order to make enough space to let Damon walk in.
The eldest Salvatore let out a content sound.
"See Stefan? I always win," he told his brother.
Slowly and dramatically in what Stefan would call 'exact Damon fashion,' Damon lifted up a leg and made his way across the threshold into the house that Elena had finally invited him inside of.
Only to get stopped by an invisible barrier in the doorway.
Hmm, interesting...
Sidenote: Sorry about the Delena. Trust me, it wasn't the greatest pleasure to write it, but it had to be done.