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Damon's POV

Elena just sat there staring at me. The alcohol burned my throat as it went down and every shot I drank pushed me closer to getting wasted. Brave girl, I thought, even after the threat from a vampire that could more or less rip her throat out, she still chooses to sit here. "Damon, what's wrong with you?" she asked, "Talk to me…" I closed my eyes as her voice bounced off the walls of the Boarding House. Even after she pissed me off, I still loved her. No matter what she did, I'd love her. And I hated myself every minute for it.

I turned to face her, rage and anger clear on my face. "What do you think, Elena?" I spit, forcing venom into each word that came out of my mouth, "Do you think you can keep doing this push and pull thing you seem to have with me?" I sighed, downing another shot. "Damon, don't be like that," she said softly, averting her gaze. "What the hell am I supposed to be like?" I asked, "Am I supposed to let you play a game with MY heart and Stefan's heart? I did that with Katherine. And I don't want to go there again. Bottom line is you choose. But if you do choose Stefan, don't come looking for me. I'll be gone before you know it and no one will even remember me."

She had tears forming in the corner of her eyes, but I chose to be the selfish bastard I usually am and stay put with my alcohol. I shook my head and laughed to myself and downed another shot. All the sudden, I felt two warm arms wrap around my abdomen. I knew she was there behind me and I could've stopped it, but the truth was, I actually loved feeling her small arms around my larger frame. I sighed and pushed her away and she gave me a confused look.

"Look Elena," I said in an emotionless voice, "You know where the door is. Show yourself out." She swallowed and walked up to the door and slammed it shut. God, she was a stubborn human. "Leave." I said, attempting to keep my cool. She shook her head and tried to grab my hand. I pulled out of her reach. "Stop being a stupid human!" I yelled at her, "You have no idea of the pain that I can put you through if you mess with me."

Still, she shook her head and stepped closer. "You wouldn't hurt me Damon." She said. I laughed at her and stepped closer to her. I leaned down to whisper in her ear and I felt her shiver as my hot breath hit her flesh. "I can snap your neck in two seconds or pull your heart from your chest without giving it a second thought. You wouldn't be able to scream because you'd be dead." I pulled away from her and drained another shot.

"You're drunk," she said. I shook my head and pushed her towards the door. She fought against me the entire way there. "Get you're ass out the door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out to your car." I said glaring at her, venom dripping from my words. She refused and I rolled my eyes. "No?" I asked sarcastically, "Fine." I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to me for an angry kiss. She responded automatically, with just as much intensity as me, if not more.

She pulled away, gasping for breath and I continued to stare at her. "You know, I believe Isobel's words," she commented, more to herself, "she just forgot to inform you that I felt the same." She smiled and pulled me into a softer, sweeter kiss.

And I was instantly lost in all that was Elena Gilbert.