First of all, I wanted to tell you, that this is the first English fanfiction I've ever written, so please forgive me for any kind of mistakes. ;)

Some information:

The first chapter will describe Damon's life without Elena and the second Elena's.

I'm not quite sure, how many chapters this story will have, but I'm pretty sure it will be FULL OF Delena. ;)

Katherine and Elena look nothing alike.

All human.

Some information to the characters:

Damon's age: 25 (born 1988)

Stefan's age: 21 (born 1992)

Elena's age: 21 (born 1992)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.

Now enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Welcome Back To Mystic Falls

Damon's POV

Coming back to Mystic Falls was never an option, but yet here he was, on his way back to the town of his childhood. He didn't want to see their mansion again, he didn't want to think of all those memories, but most of all he didn't want to be remembered of his father, Giuseppe Salvatore.

"You're not going to be like your father just by coming back to Mystic Falls", Katherine said in a soft and calm voice, running her hand through his hair in a comforting gesture.

That was the reason he fell in love with her, she knew him so well, knew before him what he was about to do or say. He looked at his fiancée and smiled, she was so beautiful with her eyes full of love for him. "I love you, Katherine, you know that, do you?"

"Yes, I do", she smiled at him, "and I love you too." She leaned in to kiss him.

"I'm driving...", he said with a smirk on his face, laughing at her mimic.

"I'm sure you can handle it", she giggled, came closer and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

"So this is it?", she asked, sounding as enthusiastic as a little child who just unwrapped his Christmas present. She ran around and looked in every room, gasping and laughing.

"Yup, that's it. C'mon I'm going to show you the best room in the whole mansion...", he said, leading her into a big room with a king sized bed in the middle. „This was, no actually it is my room", he smiled at all those amazing memories that passed through his mind, followed by some pain.

Katherine gasped when she looked at the bed, turning to him: "Imagine what we could do in that bed...", she smiled at him seductively, running her index finger over his chest.

He closed his eyes for a short moment, leaning into her touch, enjoying it through his shirt. "Wait until you see my bathtub and the shower."

Her eyes lit up when she stepped into the bathroom and took a look at the bathtub in front of her: "Oh my god! I've never seen such a big bathtub, it's incredibly amazing."

"Yes, indeed. Now c'mon, we need to unpack our things", he took her hand, wanting to pull her with him but instead she pulled him against her body.

"We're not in a hurry... We have the whole day, have we?" He nodded slowly, not knowing what her aim was. „Well, I feel a little sticky after the long trip, so why don't we take a shower?" She blinked with her eyes, her lashes strumming.

"You know I can't say no when you look at me like that."

After a quick shower together they started unpacking their things. Damon took the biggest suitcase with all their clothes and started place them in their big wardrobe. Katherine took a smaller box with some family stuff, including photos and some heirlooms. Suddenly she started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Why are you laughing?", Damon asked, a confused expression in his face.

"It's just this picture of you, you look so damn cute", she giggled again and walked over to him, showing him the picture she was talking about.

"I was three...", he said, trying to be serious but then he started laughing, too.

"I know... and you're naked", she kissed him on his nose. "And he's so much bigger now...", she whispered and then giggled again.

"He?"

"Yup, he."

"Who is 'he'?", he looked at her in confusion.

"Your cock...", now she kissed him on his lips, waiting for him to answer the kiss. But when he didn't she pulled back. „What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Katherine, just stop seducing me and continue to unpack our things, we need to be finished by tonight...", he chuckled at her pouting face and then went back to 'work'.

"Ok, if you want so", she continued pouting a little, but still placed photos everywhere.

After a little while Damon appeared in the living room with a shirt in his hands. "Oh my god, Katherine what is this?"

"That's my shirt", she squealed happily. "Where did you find that?"

"In our suitcase... This shirt is pink and I hate pink, you know that..."

"But I love it... ", she took it out of his hands and looked at it, smiling.

He grabbed it from her hands looking at it in disgust. "I'm going to throw it away, it's horrible", he started walking away when Katherine ran after him.

"You wouldn't dare... Give it back!", she ran faster, trying to catch him.

"No way!", he laughed and continued running away, chased by his fiancée.

Suddenly he heard a loud noise and when he turned around, Katherine knelt down, over a photo which just fell to the ground. "Oh god, I'm so sor-", suddenly her face fell when she turned the photo around.

"What's wrong, Katherine?", he worriedly asked and walked over to her.

"C-can you explain this to me?", she pointed to the backside of the photo before handing it to him.

Now it was his face that fell when he read what was written on the backside of the photo. "Damon

Salvatore, 1997", he mumbled and then stared down at Katherine.

"Yes, Damon Salvatore... Can you explain this, please?", she pleaded.

"I-I can't."

"What? Why not?", she stood up, now being face to face with him.

"Because... because it's none of your business..."

"What did you just say?", she stared at him in disbelief and then clenched her hands into fists on either side of her body.

"I said, it's none of your business", he repeated slowly, a bit angry already.

She gasped and then she slapped him across his face. „It's none of my business?", she took a step back to have a better look at him. „Damon, I'm engaged to you and I'm carrying your child, I think I deserve to know that...", she now yelled at him in anger.

"I- I just can't tell you...", he rubbed his cheek, where his skin was still aching form her slap.

"Ok, this is it... I thought we don't have secrets in front of each other, but obviously we do...", she turned around and gusted towards the door.

"Katherine, wait!", He ran after her, grabbing her wrist and turning her around. "I'm sorry, but I just can't tell you, at least not right now! Please don't run away, I can't live without you!", he looked at her, guilt and hurt in his eyes. "I love you", he whispered.

"I won't leave you, Damon, I just need some fresh air. I'll be back soon, don't wait for me. I just can't see you right now, knowing that you don't trust me." And with that she opened the door and disappeared.

He winced when the door snapped shut. When he went back into the living room he immediately searched through all the still unpacked boxes to find the thing he loved the most, bourbon. He poured himself a glass and downed it in one gulp.

When he sat down onto the couch his view landed on the picture which caused them the fight. He took it in his hands and stared at the name and date written on the back.

"Damon Salvatore, 1997", he mumbled once again. Damon was 9 back then, and still a Salvatore. His mom was already gone... A single tear slipped down his face at the thought of his mother. Her name was Mary, she was the most amazing woman in the world, she was always, no matter what he did, proud of him and she always loved him. His father Giuseppe Salvatore was the complete opposite of her, he was never proud of Damon and he didn't love him. That was the reason why he didn't want to think about his father. It may sound weird but a father who doesn't love you is the worst for a child.

He put the photo down on the table, stood up and went to bed, waiting for Katherine to return home.

When it was already 1am he heard the door downstairs open and then again close. A short while later Katherine appeared in the bedroom, getting ready for sleep. When she lay down beside him, he turned around to face her back. "Katherine?", Damon whispered.

"You're still awake? I told you not to wait for me...", she now turned around, too, so that they were face to face.

"I just had to explain this to you", he sat up to be in a more comfortable position. "See, I know I should tell you, but it hurts to talk about my family", he was afraid she wouldn't understand and prayed to god that this would end without a broken relationship.

"I understand this, Damon. I just... I think I deserve to know it...", her voice was quiet, but not a whisper.

"Of course you do! And I will tell you as soon as I'm ready."

"Promise?"

"Promise", he smiled in the dark, knowing that she forgave him. "Now we should really sleep, good night Katherine", he gave her a peck on her cheek and after she mumbled something like "Good night Damon", he fell asleep immediately.

"Morning... C'mon, wake up, Damon", he giggled and gave him a kiss on his nose.

"Morning, Katherine", he said dozily, opening his eyes slowly. "How was your night?", he smiled fondly at her.

"Fine, I guess", she got up and hurried into the bathroom.

"Are you taking a shower?"

"Yes", she sing-songed.

"Want me to join you?", he said with a huge smirk plastered on his face.

"Ehm.. No, I'll go alone, thanks...", she said and dashed into the bathroom.

I'll go alone. THANKS. Damon wondered whether Katherine was still mad at him or just wanted to shower alone.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a loud nose coming from downstairs. He put some clothes on and then hurried down the stairs.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up...", said the stranger with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"No, no, you didn't wake me up, but who are you?", Damon looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Mason Lockwood. Katherine and I met yesterday at a bar and we talked and she found out I'm a gardener and here I am, ready to take care of your garden", he smiled friendly at Damon, offering him his hand.

"Oh, so you know my wife?!", Damon took Mason's hand, shaking it in a gesture of good manners but squeezing it a bit to hard.

"Yeah, she's amazing, nice to meet you, too", he kneaded his right hand because of the pain.

"My pleasure", Damon said in a too friendly voice because he hated this guy. "Well, since you know Katherine already, Could you tell her, that I'm out for a while, looking around the town?"

"Sure", he smiled, exposing his perfect teeth.

She's amazing. Who does that guy think he is, talking about his fiancée like that.

Since it was Sunday and all the stores were closed, he decided to just drink something in a little bar called 'Mystic Grill' after he looked around the town. But before heading into the bar, he wanted to text Katherine and ask whether everything was ok.

Looking down on his phone he suddenly bumped into somebody at the entrance of the bar. "Oh my god, sorry, I didn't see you... I'm Damon", he held out his hand for the dark blonde haired stranger.

"That's just fine, I was distracted, too", he smiled down at the attractive woman beside him. "I'm Alaric and this is my wife Jenna."

They shook hands and agreed to sit down for a while and drink something. After talking about god and the world for over an hour Alaric took a look at his watch and slowly stood up. "Jenna and I gotta go now, but we're going to stay in touch, are we?"

"Of course. It was nice to meet you two", he kissed Jenna's hand and gave Alaric a brotherly hug.

"Yes it was", Jenna smiled at him, taking his husbands hand and waving at Damon.

When they walked out of the door, Damon was incredibly happy to know that he already made such amazing new friends. He could already imagine him and Alaric sitting in this bar, talking about girls.

Talking about girls.

How could he think about other girls when he was happily engaged? After a little thinking he decided it was just the typical behavior of men and he was indeed happily engaged.

When he entered the big building where he was going to work in the future the next day, he suddenly became nervous. Actually he was as nervous as he was on his very first day of school. He took the elevator to the 4th floor and stepped out of it, already looking for his new boss' office. It was the first door at the beginning of the corridorwith Mr. Mikaelson written on it. He knocked and waited on the doorstep until a voice allowed him admission.

"Good morning Mr. Mikaelson, my name is Damon Bellamy. We talked on the phone last week, I'm the new employee", he smiled at the black haired man, seated in a huge chair in front of him.

"Oh, right. But please, call me Elijah, since we're going to work together I think that would be much better."

"Right, Damon, nice to meet you!", he held out his hand for him to shake it firmly.

"My pleasure, Damon. You surely want to see your new office and get to know your new colleagues, don't you?", Elijah smiled at him with a knowing smile, standing up and gesturing Damon to follow him.

"Yes, that would be indeed nice."

"So, this is it", he pointed at a big office with only one desk in it. "You're going to have to share this office with Elena, your colleague, but she's the one you'll work with, so I guess that's just fine", he waited for Damon to nod and then continued. "Your desk should be here by now, well since it's not, I'm just going to call the people who are responsible for this, so you can work properly", after a quick look at his watch he looked at Damon again. "Elena will be here in a few minutes, so why don't you just wait for her here?"

"Of course, thank you Elijah", he was really looking forward to see this Elena and to work with her.

"You're welcome, I'll be in my office, if you need anything, you'll find me there", and with that he disappeared through the door.

When Damon took a seat in Elena's chair, his eyes roamed over the desk until a photo caught his view. When he took it in his hands, he gasped and his skin erupted into goosebumps at the sight of that beautiful girl in front of him. She was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in his life, even more beautiful than Katherine. Even on this photo he could see her doe eyes staring at him and he immediately wondered how they would look in reality. Her brown hair coated her face with soft waves and made her look even better. She had a perfect body, he could see that because of the tight dress she wore.

It was then that he realized the man next to her, an arm around her tiny waist and he suddenly felt a twinge in his stomach, jealousy. How could he be jealous? He didn't even know this girl and he was engaged!

He put the photo back where he took it from, now not really looking forward to see her, standing in front of him in all of her glory. When he then heard easy steps over the carpeted floor, he knew it was too late to run away.

"You have to be Damon Bellamy", a soft, angel-like voice said and Damon slowly turned around, telling his brain, eyes and most of all his heart not to freak out about that perfect girl standing right in front of him.

Well, I hope you liked the first chapter and that you will continue reading.

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