Hi there, and welcome to my first published fic. PLEASE do not read if you do not wish to experience scenes of rape, violence, abuse and BDSM.

To clear up some details before we begin: This fic is AU, starting at the beginning of season 1. Damon is a vampire, but Elena has not met him nor Stefan yet. Apart from the storyline as a whole, the setting should follow the shows.

This first chapter is just a little introduction, the kinkiness starts in the next chapter...;)

Please excuse any mistakes, I have checked it over myself, but I do not have a beta.

I own nothing.

Elena.

I gazed at myself in the mirror above the mantelpiece through slightly unfocused-eyes. I was scantily clad in a tight navy dress that stopped inches above the knee, the shoulders and arms covered by intricate, similarly hued lace. My hair was crimped into loose waves that flowed across my shoulders, my lips were lightly glossed and my fingers were wrapped tightly around a plastic beer cup. Bass music was pumping through the walls to vibrate around my feet, the house party in full-swing as my hips swayed and rocked in time with the crush of people around me. For the first time in a long time, I was drunk. Since my parents death I had become a kind of recluse, and now months later my best friend Caroline had finally convinced me to let loose and have a little fun. The more I drank, the easier it was; my smiles came easily and my head tossed in time with the music. I started lightly as a pair of hands found my waist and someone's hips crashed into my backside, swaying and grinding against me in time with the music. I turned my head quickly, and my breath caught in my throat. As sparkling cerulean eyes met my own, he curled a corner of his lips into a slow smile and tightened his grip on my waist. I stood confused for a moment, unsure as to how to proceed with this startlingly handsome man behind me until I met Caroline's eyes across the room and she flashed me a wide grin and a thumbs up, the alcohol coursing through my system kicked in and I tossed back the remnants of my drink to lift my arm above my head and loop it around the strangers neck. As the beat enveloped our bodies the writhing mass of people around us seemed to fade away, my head leaned back onto his shoulder as my eyes closed and my hips gyrated against my dance partners. A spark of mischief and enjoyment claimed my senses as I felt the stranger's excitement pressed against my lower back, and when I rolled my hips sensuously against him his lips found my ear and he growled quietly. He actually growled. My giggle faded as he lowered his head to my neck and began to kiss and nip at the flesh there, the sharp tugs of his teeth clearing my thoughts some as the room began to spin. I had never met this man before, I didn't even know his name, and yet there we were, practically fucking with our clothes on. As his fingers curled around the hem of my dress and he grazed my thighs, my eyes met Caroline's across the room, and with her smirk dancing across my vision, I jolted away from the pale-skinned, dark-haired man behind me. Immediately, his arm clamped around my waist and he pulled me back up against him tightly, his breath hot against my cheek.

"Tease…"

I drew in a ragged breath, and in a moment, Caroline was at my side, her eyes narrowed first on his grip around my waist and second upon his face.

"Elena, we need to go now."

Her smile was falsely bright as she tugged on my arm lightly, the man's hold on my waist loosening resentfully to allow her to tug me free with a dismissive statement.

"Curfew, you know. Come on Elena."

Making my way through the crowd with my best friend at my side and a clenching in the pit of my stomach, I felt his intense stare following my movements until I stumbled through the front door and into the night.