Waking Up in Vegas
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Sarah: I had this idea when listening to Carrie Underwood's "Last Name" and Katy Perry's "Waking Up in Vegas". I just had to get it down. Enjoy.

CREDIT
Credit goes to my beta crzykittyfangirl for helping me making my work the best it can be. Thanks so much.

DISCLAIMER
I only own what I write. If there is something inspired by my beta or a reviewer, I will do a credit section like the above and give credit for the idea to who inspired it. If it belongs to me as it is portrayed, I will claim it before the chapter it appears in. If neither of the above apply, then assume that it's probably owned by someone else with a bigger bank account than me.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! PLEASE READ FOR BACKGROUND!
In this story, Katherine and the tomb vampires really did die in the church fire. The whole world knows about the supernatural and has accepted, rather reluctantly, that they are never going away, no matter how many are killed. Also, Elena never went to that fateful party with Matt and instead stayed home for family night. But during the summer between sophomore and junior year, she realized her relationship was heading for a destination she didn't want so she broke things off with him. Now she's twenty-one and living in Vegas when this story starts.

WARNINGS
Other than the alternate universe warning above, this is rated with a big fat M because of my typical sexy Delena times. There will also be cursing and some OOC-ness on the parts of everyone involved. Alternating viewpoints between Elena and Damon. Starts with Elena.

SUMMARY
AU In a world where the supernatural aspect is known and accepted, Elena Gilbert has always longed to be a vampire but has never met one who would be willing to turn her. But while celebrating her twenty-first birthday in style in her new home of Vegas, she has a little too much to drink. She wakes up the next morning married to a certain infamous blue-eyed vampire. What the hell? Damon/Elena

Chapter 1
Twenty-One and Still Human

I take a long swig of the alcoholic beverage in my hand. Twenty-one is supposed to be an important milestone for humans. It's the age we're legally allowed to drink, for one thing. That doesn't impress me as I've been drinking regularly for years. My first hangover was at fifteen.

I had thought that I'd find a vampire who would be willing to turn me by now. But no. Twenty-one-years-old and still human, that's me. I know that I still have time before the window humans usually make the transition closes. The oldest known vampire in history was in their early fifties, for crying out loud.

But when I decided to move to Vegas after graduating high school, my lifelong best friend and witch Bonnie Bennett's parting gift for me was what could only be a daylight ring. She told me that I would need it before we saw each other again and she wanted to be the one to make my daylight ring. She wouldn't tell me anything about the vision she had about who would turn me or when or even how, saying only that she can't give me the information as it might mess with what Fate has in store for me.

But that was over two years ago, just a few weeks before my nineteenth birthday. Her prophecy still hasn't come true, though the part where we wouldn't see each other again until after my transition seems to be true. We haven't been able to get our schedules to work out for a get-together since I left Mystic Falls.

So, as I was saying, twenty-one and still human. Even my other best friend, Caroline Forbes, has gotten her wish of becoming a vampire. She was sired by none other than the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson because he had fallen in love with her at first meeting. Now she travels the world with him as his eternal mate.

I motion for another drink when I realize the one before me is empty. "Lady, don't you think you've had enough?" the bartender asks.

"I turned twenty-one today," I retort. "Let me celebrate twenty-one years as a human the way I want. Besides, I'm hardly even tipsy."

"Get her a drink, I'll take care of her, Rick," a velvety smooth voice comes from the bar stool next to me.

Rick nods to the guy and pours me another drink. I turn to get a look at my champion and am instantly captured by the most captivating blue eyes I've ever looked into. Something about this guy seems familiar, but I'm just drunk enough not to recognize anyone except for those who are closest to me. "Thanks," I say, holding out my hand. "I'm Elena."

"Damon," he introduces himself, capturing my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

Something about the name combined with ice blue eyes and raven's wing black hair sends up a warning bell of recognition in my head. But I'm just drunk enough to not head it. As soon as his lips touch the back of my hand, an electric current flows through me from that point of contact. I wonder at that.

"I heard you say you turned twenty-one today," Damon says as I take a swallow of my new glass of bourbon. "You don't seem happy about it."

"Twenty-one and still human when all I've ever wanted was to be a vampire," I say. "What's to be happy about when I don't get my biggest wish?"

He smirks, though what I could have said that was so funny eludes me. "Haven't found anyone willing to turn you yet?" he asks.

"Nope, and I've met plenty of vampires. Hell, one of my childhood best friends is now a vampire and mated to one of the Originals! But I'm still human," I reply.

"Well, maybe you just haven't met the right vampire yet," he says. I fiddle with the ring on my right ring finger, which draws Damon's attention to it. "What are you doing with a vampire's daylight ring?" he asks curiously.

"It's supposed to be my daylight ring when I turn. My other best childhood best friend is a witch and she gave it to me last time we saw each other, saying I would need it before we saw each other again and she wanted to be the one to make it," I reply.

"So you're all prepared, just haven't found someone willing yet, huh?" he asks.

"That about sums it up," I confirm.

I register the change of the song playing to a livelier dance tune. Damon is instantly on his feet and holding his hand out to me. "C'mon, let's dance," he cajoles.

I finish my bourbon and place my hand in his. "Sure, why not? Drinking my problems away doesn't seem to be helping. Maybe I can lose myself on the dance floor for a little while," I say.

He smirks and guides me onto the floor amidst the crush of bodies. It isn't long before he has me laughing my ass off at his seemingly endless supply of witty comments and jokes. We proceed to dance the night away as I proceed to become completely and totally drunk for the first time since my first experience with alcohol.

I get so drunk that I allow Damon to take me out to his car after letting him call me 'sweetheart' on the dance floor. I'm just lucid enough to note it's a 1969 Chevy Camaro and is colored dusky blue.

The rest of the evening is a blur other than something to do with Elvis, Damon, and me somewhere in Vegas and then Damon and I going at it on big bed in some extravagant room, ridding me of my virginity in the process. I feel fangs sink into me at the juncture where my throat meets my left shoulder and recognize the sensation from previous bites. Though no vampire has been willing to turn me before now, I have let several feed from me. I realize Damon is a vampire. I decide to see if he'll let me drink from him by scraping my teeth at the juncture where his left shoulder meets his neck. He simply tilts his head further to the side, granting me silent permission. I sink my teeth in and feast on his rich, sweet blood. This is the first time a vampire has let me feed from them while they fed from me.

Next thing I know, Damon's looking in my eyes, saying something that my brain's too fuzzy with alcohol to comprehend. "You're mine, Elena. Forever mine," he says. Then I'm enshrouded in sudden darkness.

Sarah: what do you think happened to Elena? And what do you think that thing with Elvis was? Any guesses? Review and let me know what you think is going on. I'll get the next chapter to you as soon as possible.