I was way too excited about this chapter to have to wait until next week to publish so here is another chapter! I hope that you like this chapter because honestly it's my favorite so far. I love writing banter with Alex and Damon. They make me giddy. Anyway, don't forget to review and leave me a song so I can use it as inspiration!

Song: Say You Like Me by We The Kings

Season 1 Episode 11 Bloodlines

Car rides always put me to sleep. Mom always told me that if ever I was fussy she would just put me in my car seat and drive around. In a few minutes I was out and I would sleep through the night. So, it was no surprise to me that that trait followed me into my young adult life. I couldn't stay awake in a car for longer than an hour before I was forced to close my eyes. I didn't know if it was the soothing movement of the car or if it was just the fact that I was in a closed off space for so long. Either way I would fall asleep regardless.

I felt the sun shine bright into my eyes, forcing me to open them. I had slept good, surprising considering what I had witnessed over the past few days. I didn't dream, I didn't have a nightmare. It was just a good long rest and I needed it. I squinted, still not used to the light as I stretched. Although I slept well, I was sore this morning. My back and neck ached, and I just couldn't seem to get comfortable. It was then that I realized the restricting band across my chest and the "bed" I had slept on was not actually a bed.

My eyes shot open, blinding me because they had not gotten used to the light. I rubbed at them, trying to focus. The band across my chest? It was a seat belt. And the bed I had slept on was a car seat. I was in a car, heading to some place I had no idea where. I looked to the driver and my eyes widened at the sight of him.

"Morning sleeping beauty." Damon said to me with a cheery grin. I was frozen in my seat, not able to move, or talk, or even breathe. Damon sat there, hands on the wheel and he was smiling. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I just sat there like a gaping fish, waiting for my body to respond.

"Close your mouth." He said, not even looking over to me. "You'll catch flies."

"Y-ou, you…..kidnapped me!" I said in pure shock. I remembered how he took my bracelet, how he compelled me to sleep. Once I was out he must have stuffed me in his car and started to drive.

"I wouldn't call it kidnapping." He responded, gripping the wheel. I looked at him like he had two heads.

"Oh yeah?" I asked him. "And what would you call it?"

"A surprise vacation." He replied with a smirk. I glared at him. My immediate thought was my mother. She was probably freaking out, coming home to find me not in my bed. I bet she had called the sheriff and set up a search party by now. I felt around for my phone.

"Looking for this?" He asked. I looked up and in his hand was my phone. I reached for it but he held it away so I couldn't reach. "Calm down. I talked to your mom."

"And what did she say?" I asked him. There was no way my mother agreed to this. She may have wanted me to branch out, but she wouldn't just let me go off with some older guy on a "surprise vacation."

"She's fine with it." He responded. I gave him a look. "Ok, I had to persuade her a little."

"Persuade her?" I said but then the real meaning behind his words hit me. "You did not compel my mother."

"I said a little." He replied and stuffed my phone back into his jacket pocket. I eyed it, debating on reaching over to try and get it. But from the look he was giving me, I shouldn't even try.

"Where are we going?" I asked him. I didn't recognize any of these streets. I was starting to get very nervous at the idea that I was somewhere I had no familiarity with and my only companion was Damon. If something happened my only safety was Damon and considering his past track record he did more harm than good. However, I had to admit he had saved my ass a couple times, I just couldn't trust him where I wasn't comfortable.

"Georgia." He replied.

"Georgia?" I questioned. "Why the hell are we in Georgia? I can't be in Georgia."

"Why not?" He asked and then cocked an eyebrow. "Did you do something illegal and get banned from the state?"

"No!" I replied. He chuckled.

"Didn't think so." He said. "You're too pure."

"Well, as you have pointed out many times, I am a virgin." I said, slumping in my seat.

"Don't remind me." He said huskily. I felt my skin crawl. I wanted to go home. I needed to be back in Mystic Falls. I couldn't be taking a round trip to Georgia. I had work, and school. Not to mention I was with Damon, of all people, and Elena was probably freaking out. Suddenly, I heard my ringtone. My eyes shot to Damon's pocket.

"You have been awfully popular today." He said, pulling my phone from his pocket. He flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Where is she!?" I heard Elena scream from the other end. Damon reared the phone back away from his ear, not expecting to hear a screaming Elena.

"Well, hello to you too Elena." He said. There was a pause, and I could hear loud yelling from the other end. "She's fine! Ok? Here."

He then handed the phone to me and I stared at him for a second. I expected it to be some sort of trap. He made a face and I took the phone gingerly. I then put it up to my ear.

"Hey." I said awkwardly, still watching Damon's every move.

"Alex!" She yelled at me, her voice sounding relieved. "Are you ok? Where are you? What are you doing with Damon? Did he-"

"One question at a time." I told her. "I'm fine."

"Where are you?" She asked again. "Stefan will come get you."

I looked to Damon and he had his eyebrows furrowed. He then looked at me and shook his head. Although I wanted to tell them where I was, I was more afraid of what Damon would do afterward. But then again… did I really want to get picked up by Stefan? What if this would be fun? Yeah I was crazy.

"Uhm… I'm ok." I said to her, not taking my eyes off Damon. He watched me too, not paying attention to the road.

"Alex, you do realize you are going somewhere with Damon right?" She asked. "The guy who turned Vicki, had her killed, attacked our best friend, and he also tried to release 27 vampires from a tomb into our town?"

"Well, when you put it that way he sounds pretty bad…" I said. I heard her scoff.

"Pretty bad?" She asked. "He's the worst!"

"Elena, just calm down ok?" I asked her. "Everything is going to be ok."

"No it's not!" She yelled at me. "You're off in who knows where with a dangerous vampire and… get this… I found a picture of Katherine last night."

I felt my stomach drop. I hadn't told her about the picture I had found in Stefan's room. The very picture of her that looked just like Elena. We had been doing so much other stuff that I hadn't found the time or the words to say it.

"Oh yeah?" I said nervously. She didn't pick up on it, but by the look Damon was giving me, he did.

"Yeah." She said sadly. "I look just like her."

"Yeah…" I trailed off. There was a pause, and I waited with bated breath for her to say something, anything.

"You don't sound surprised…" She said. I opened my mouth and closed it a few times. I didn't know how to explain myself cause every excuse I came up with sounded fake and lame.

"Well… I kind of… saw it." I said. "The picture I mean."

"What!?" She screamed. "And you didn't think this was important information for me to know?"

"I'm sorry!" I said. "I just… didn't know how to tell you."

"Well that's just great Alex." She said. "I hope you have a fun time with Damon."

"Elena wait!" I said, but she had already hung up. I closed my phone and huffed. I should have told her when I first saw it. I knew that I should have. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. How do you tell someone that they look just like their boyfriend's ex? An ex who also had a relationship with his brother and also was a vampire trapped in a magical tomb under an old church.

"Well that was awkward." Damon said. I glared at him. "Why didn't you tell her?"

"I didn't know how to do it." I admitted. "You have to admit that these circumstances are really odd."

"I'll give you that." He said. "But what about girl code?"

"Girl code?" I asked him with furrowed brows.

"Yeah." He said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Don't you girls have a code? You have to look out for one another."

"There isn't a written law." I told him then sighed. "I should have told her I know."

"Yeah you should have." He said. I scoffed.

"Well you didn't tell her either Mr. Righteous." I said, arms crossed over my chest. He chuckled.

"Well, I am not a girl. Therefore girl code doesn't apply to me." He explained. I rolled my eyes and glared out the window. I had to admit Georgia was very beautiful. It had lots of open space and nice little houses. It was a nice place, to visit. But I needed to go home, and right now we were headed in the wrong direction.

"I want to go home." I told Damon. He didn't answer. "Damon, I want to go home."

"I heard you." He said.

"Then take me home." I said. "I don't want to even be here."

"I needed some time away." He told me. "So, I am not heading to Mystic Falls anytime soon."

"And why did you need me?" I asked him. He set his jaw before he looked over at me.

"You're… fun." He said, but I didn't really believe him.

"I am probably the least fun person you know." I told him. "Now what do you really want from me?"

He pursed his lips, looking like he was thinking about telling me or not. I waited patiently, watching him think this through. I had no idea why I was here. I had no value to Damon. I didn't have anything that he wanted or needed. I was just a human, I didn't have any reason to be here.

"Ok fine." He said with a sigh. "You listen to me."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I listen to him? What did that mean?

"You always look for the best in me." He said and then looked to me. "Even when I don't deserve it."

I swallowed, looking away from him. Regardless of what I said before, I had come to the conclusion that I couldn't stay away. Even after all the terrible things he had done, I couldn't shy away from him anymore. I wanted to know him, I wanted to see the real Damon. He came out in small doses, and I hoped that that would change. Maybe all he needed was a friend.

"You're my only… friend." He said sorrowfully. "I have no one else."

I nodded, understanding now why I was here. Damon was in a tough place, mourning the loss of Katherine once again. He didn't want to be alone, and I could understand that. I just hoped that I could live up to his expectations.

"How did you die?" I asked him suddenly. He seemed surprised by this question. "You want me to listen… you need to give me some answers."

"I was shot." He said. "By my father."

"Your father shot you?" I repeated. "What for?"

"Stefan and I were trying to save Katherine." He said. "Our father wasn't happy."

"But how did you get the vampire blood in your system?" I asked.

"Katherine had been giving it to us periodically." He said. "That way, if something happened to us, we would be together forever."

"And now she's trapped in the tomb…" I said. That was a sad forever. What I didn't understand was how ok Damon was with the fact that she had played with both brothers. She had been intimate with both of them, and that didn't seem to bother Damon at all. I knew it would bother me.

"And now I'm hollow shell of self-pity." He muttered. I felt my heart reach out to him. It had to be a rough thing to go through. I couldn't imagine. Without thinking I put my hand on his arm, giving it an encouraging squeeze. He looked over to me.

"You're going to be ok Damon." I told him. He smirked and looked back to the road. My hand fell and I sat back in my seat. We were quiet for a while, that is until the car stopped. I looked to him and to the building we were parked in front of.

"This is a bar." I said pointing to the sign that said Bree's Bar.

"You're quite observant." Damon said when he opened the door. I followed him as he started to walk into the bar.

"They won't let me in." I said. "I'm seventeen."

"Don't go broadcasting that." He said. I didn't say anything as he opened the door for me. I walked in to the bar. There were a handful of people already in the bar. It reminded me of the Grill, just a little smaller. I then saw a very tall, dark skinned, woman standing behind the bar. She looked up when she saw us enter.

"No. No, it can't be. Damon." The woman said as she came from behind the bar. "My honey pie."

And then she kissed him, full on the lips. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped a bit. I couldn't help the wrench in my gut as they kissed right in front of me. I had no right to be upset, we weren't together. He had just said we were friends in the car. But still, the green feeling made its way over me and I wanted nothing more than to separate the two.

"Hello Bree." Damon said once they pulled back from the kiss. Bree was very tall, much taller than Damon. She had clear skin and big brown eyes. Her hair was shoulder length and curly. She was very pretty.

"Come on sit down." She urged. "Who's this?"

"This is Alex." Damon said, sliding into a stool. I hesitated, but followed suit and sat down on the stool next to him.

"Your girlfriend?" Bree asked, not jealous like I thought she would sound. I knew I would sound jealous had the tables been turned.

"You know I don't date." Damon said. Bree rolled her eyes.

"Don't I know it." Bree replied, then she looked at me. "Don't worry baby. You aren't the only one to be roped in."

"Oh, no…" I said awkwardly as she poured us some shots. "We're just friends."

"That's how it starts love bug." Bree said with a wink. I then looked over to Damon and he smirked. I then looked down to the shot in front of me. I was about to tell Bree that I didn't drink, but while she wasn't looking Damon took mine and drank it.

"How did you two meet?" I asked, as Bree poured another shot in the glass in front of me.

"College." Bree answered. I looked to Damon with eyebrows furrowed.

"You went to college?" I asked him. He smirked and threw back his shot.

"I've been on a college campus." Damon said with a wink.

"About 20 years ago, when I was a sweet, young freshman, I met this beautiful man, and I fell in love." Bree explained. "And then he told me about his little secret, made me love him more. Because, you see, I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with somebody."

"She's a witch." Damon whispered in my ear.

"Changed my world, you know." Bree said to Damon.

"I rocked your world." Damon said, wiggling his eyebrows. The very talk of all this sexual tension made me uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat awkwardly.

"He is good in the sack, isn't he?" Bree asked me. My eyes widened.

"Oh I haven't… I mean… we haven't-" I insisted, feeling my face turn red.

"No we haven't." Damon agreed, then he leaned in over the bar. "Virgin."

"Oh…" Bree said in understanding. "Stay that way baby girl. Otherwise he will ruin you for everyone else."

"Got it." I said. "I need to go to the bathroom."

And with that I turned and walked away from the bar. My face was burning and I probably looked like a ripe tomato. I went into the empty bathroom and started to pace. I had to calm down, but how could I? I had been kidnapped, taken to a strange place, and now I was listening to my vampire friend talk about how he banged the witch bartender. On top of that, everyone in the room thought that Damon was sleeping with me. Except for Bree, she knew I wasn't sleeping with anyone. I didn't know which one I should have been more ashamed of.

I splashed some water on my face, hoping to cool down before I went back out there. When I looked back up to the mirror I was shocked at how much of a mess I looked. I ran my fingers through my hair, having bed head. Or I guess… car seat head? Anyway, there were dark circles under my eyes. I looked so tired. I probably looked sick to everyone out there. I couldn't believe that I was in Georgia with Damon. I shouldn't be here, but I didn't have a choice.

I guess I should just have fun while I'm here.

"She's sweet." Bree said once Alex was gone. Damon watched as she scurried off to the bathroom. He could tell that the conversation had made her uncomfortable, but it didn't bother him any. He thought it was cute.

"So, that leaves the question." Bree continued, capturing Damon's attention. "Why is she with you?"

"Awww come on." Damon mused. "I'm not that bad."

"Oh, you're bad Damon Salvatore." Bree said wiping down the bar before she leaned forward to Damon. "Now, what are you here for?"

"I can't come and visit you without there being an ulterior motive?" Damon asked. Bree gave him a look. "Alright fine…. It's about the tomb."

Bree looked around, watching for people who might hear them. She then looked back to Damon. She nodded to an empty table in the corner, that way they wouldn't be heard or noticed. He followed her, sitting down comfortably. Bree kicked her feet up, trying to look relaxed.

"What do you need to know baby?" Bree asked him.

"I need to find another way in." He said. Bree furrowed her eyebrows.

"There is no other way." She said. "There is one way."

"Come on." Damon said. "There has to be another way."

"After all these years, it's still only Katherine." Bree shook her head. "How do you even know she's still alive?"

"Well, you help me get into that tomb, and we'll find out." Damon offered. Bree rolled her eyes.

"I already did. 20 years ago. Remember?" Bree reminded him. "Three easy steps: Comet. Crystal. Spell."

"There's a little problem with number two." Damon said. "I don't have the crystal."

"That's it, Damon. There is no other way." Bree said. "It's Emily's spell."

"What about a new spell with a new crystal that overrides Emily's spell?" Damon offered.

"It doesn't work that way, baby. Emily's spell is absolute." Bree said, standing up. "You can't get into that tomb."

Damon made a face. Logan Fell had put hope in Damon. But Logan wouldn't have lied to Damon, because he knew that Damon would kill him. There had to be another way and Bree just wasn't telling. Damon then looked up when he heard the bathroom door closed. Alex came out, looking much less red. She was searching the room for him, her green eyes rolling around. She was pretty, even after sleeping the whole night in his car. Her hair was a bit in disarray and her eyes were dark underneath, but she was still pretty.

"Don't break that little girl Damon." Bree said suddenly, catching Damon's attention. "She doesn't stand a chance."

Damon said nothing as Bree left him sitting there. Alex walked by the bar and smiled at Bree, a striking smile that would bring a guy to his knees. She had no idea what she could do to someone, just with one look. She could do a lot of damage if she just found that confidence in herself.

"Better?" Damon asked. Alex didn't respond as she took the seat that Bree had just vacated.

"When can we go?" She asked. Damon smirked.

"Not just yet." He said and stood. He held his hand out to her. She stared at his outstretched hand warily. "You ever play pool?"

I had come to the conclusion that pool was not my game. Damon had explained it to me, but I just couldn't get the hang of it. He was beating me like a drum.

"I suck." I said, pouting as I leaned against the pool stick. Damon chuckled, making his shot. It went right into the pocket he had been aiming at. "How do you do that?"

"Lots of practice." Damon replied, making yet another shot. "It's not that difficult."

"Says the vampire who has magical powers at pool." I said to him.

"Being a vampire does not make me good at pool." He told me. "That's just my natural skill."

"Well, I apparently don't have it." I responded. Damon rolled his eyes before taking a few steps closer to me. He leaned his stick against a nearby wall.

"Want me to show you?" He asked. I hesitated, thinking of all the romantic movies where this very thing happened. He would come up behind me, put his hands over mine. We would be very close and then… well I didn't know what would happen then.

I nodded reluctantly. He came up behind me just as I thought, his chest very close to my back. His left arm covered my left hand, and his right did the same. He then leaned me over the table, in shooting position. I could feel my heart beat in my ear, not paying attention to learning how to shoot the ball into the pocket. All I could think about was him being so close to me. It was weird, but it felt so natural. It felt good.

"Relax." He cooed in my ear. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Then with one quick movement, he sent my ball flying into the pocket. I grinned, having finally made a shot.

"I did it!" I said excitedly. Granted, I couldn't have made said shot without Damon's help. Regardless, I was proud of myself. I turned to him and he had a bright smile on his face. It wasn't a condescending smirk or his usual mischievous grin. No this was a real smile, one that I hadn't seen before.

"I like when you smile." I said before my brain could comprehend. "I mean… it's just… you have a nice smile."

He chuckled and I blushed. He reached up, caressing my burning cheek with the tips of his fingers. My heart skipped a beat and I felt myself get hotter the more he touched me. He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek. I couldn't ignore the fact that my face seemed to fit perfectly in his palm.

I saw him leaning in before I could comprehend. However, once I did I still didn't stop him. I stood as stiff as a board, waiting. However, I was dismayed to hear my phone ringing in my pocket. I looked down, as did Damon. I pulled the phone from my pocket and then looked back to him.

"I should take this." I said. He nodded and I hurried away. Had he almost kissed me? That's what it looked like to me. Did he want to kiss me? Did I want to kiss him? I couldn't decide, there were too many things going on in my head.

"Hello?" I said once I opened my phone.

"Hey baby." I heard my mom's voice run through my ear. "You having fun?"

"Mom!" I yelled excitedly. "Hey listen about this-"

"Don't worry about it." She said. "Damon explained."

"Right." I replied, remembering Damon had compelled my mother. "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"Oh yeah." She said. "You need to get out more."

"I feel like I haven't been home in forever." I admitted. It had been a while since I had seen her. I was used to seeing her almost every day at least for a few minutes. I missed her.

"I know baby." She said. "But hey, we will have a mother-daughter night soon."

"Sounds good." I replied. I was surprised she was so calm about all of this. But I guess that was the compulsion talking.

"Well hey, I'll let you go." She said. "Have fun. And don't scare him away."

"Why would I scare him away?" I said.

"Well, you are intimidating sometimes." She said. "You know with your mysteriousness and I'm a troubled artist stuff."

"Trust me mom." I said to her. "I do not intimidate Damon Salvatore."

"Good." She said. "I think he likes you."

"Bye mom!" I yelled to her before I hung up. Unsurprisingly, I turned and there was Damon. He was smirking at me and I felt my face heat up once again.

"Were you eavesdropping?" I asked him awkwardly.

"Well, it's kind of hard when I have super hearing." He admitted. "Your mother is a very charming woman."

"Funny." I replied. "You said the same thing the night of the founder's party. When you were flirting with her."

"Oh, come on. I flirt with everyone." He said following me. I felt like a knife was twisted in my gut. If he flirted with everyone, then I guess I wasn't so special.

"Good to know." I said before walking back into the bar. He wasn't far behind I could hear his footsteps behind me. Suddenly, my stomach growled and I realized that I hadn't eaten since yesterday.

"Where are my manners?" Damon said. "You must be starving."

"No, it's ok." I insisted, but he ignored me. I followed him back to the bar where Bree stood. He then ordered two orders of burgers and fries. He sat down and gestured for me to sit next to him. I obeyed. I must have been making a face.

"Oh come on." He said. "Don't tell me you're a vegetarian too."

"No… it's just…" I said before catching his gaze. "I thought you couldn't… eat."

"Why?" He asked. "Because I'm… dead?"

I shivered at the word. I didn't like to think of him as dead, considering he was sitting right next to me. I had felt his heart beat, and that made him alive to me. He had just… died and came back.

"If I keep a healthy diet of blood…" He said. "My body functions pretty normally."

I nodded, surprised that that was possible. I guess all of the books written about vampires were false. I had no idea that there were all of these thing that came with being a vampire. It made my head hurt just thinking about it.

"So, I told you about me." He said, sipping on a beer. "You tell me about you."

"What is there to know?" I asked. "I'm pretty boring."

"I don't believe that." He said. "Come on. I'm a very good listener."

"Alright." I said. "I was born to a single mother, father was never in the picture, was a loner for pretty much all of my life. I'm good at school, I like to draw, and I'm just now getting the hang of this having friends thing."

"So, your father…" He began, knowing it was a touch subject. "He just… left?"

"Yup." I said popping the p. "Mom got pregnant when she was 17. John left before I was even born."

"John…" He said. "John Gilbert?"

"Yeah." I said. "It's pretty complicated."

"You're saying this to a vampire my dear." He said with a smirk. I let out a small laugh. "Does it bother you?"

"What?" I asked.

"That he left." He finished. I swallowed. I hadn't thought about it in a while, with everything else going on I hadn't had time to sit in my room a stew about it.

"Yeah…" I answered honestly. "I mean… it's like… why wasn't I good enough? Why couldn't he stick around? Why couldn't he help my mom when she needed it?"

I could feel the tears form and I blinked them away. Damon must have noticed them too, wiping a stray one from my eye. I never in my life thought I would be sitting here, crying at a bar, with Damon Salvatore, a vampire, as my only comfort. Not only that, but I was crying about John, the man who never wanted me. Never sent me a birthday card or even said hello. The man who turned my family against me, and let my mother suffer. He didn't deserve these tears, but I couldn't stop it. Why wasn't I good enough?

"Hey." Damon said catching my attention. When I didn't look at him his long fingers came around and reached for my chin. He guided my head to the side to look at him. His eyes were sincere, and very apologetic. He held a gaze of certain understanding, and maybe he did understand. Katherine had been with both Salvatores. She hadn't decided which one she really wanted. Maybe Damon thought the same way about Katherine as I did when I thought about John.

"Listen to me." Damon said. "He doesn't deserve to have you as a daughter."

I was surprised and humbled by his words. I felt myself smile weakly. He nodded at me, telling me that he honestly believed what he was saying. In that moment, I saw something completely different in Damon. This kind and caring side that he had hidden for so long.

"I like this version of you better." I told him. He visibly swallowed. Bree then brought us our food and Damon dropped his hand. I felt cold at the loss of contact, but I didn't let it show.

I scarfed down the burger, surprised at how hungry I was. I even went so far as to ask Bree for a beer. It was very bitter, not something I would drink for taste. But then I realized that people didn't drink alcohol for the taste. Damon had been surprised that I had asked for one, but I told him I needed to loosen up.

"I love shots!" I yelled once I was good and tipsy. Damon was with me, holding me steady so I wouldn't fall over. He laughed at me, a little buzzed himself.

"I thought you didn't drink Gilbert." Damon said to me. I noticed his hands on my waist, but didn't push him away.

"That was before I found out how fun it was!" I said twirling around. Of course, that wasn't a good idea. I stumbled but Damon caught me.

"Maybe you should hold off for a little bit." Damon said. "Or I might have to carry you."

"I'm not drunk." I insisted, but I knew better. I was getting drunk, and then I wouldn't have any way to stop him if he tried something. The alcohol was clouding my judgement, but at that moment I didn't really care.

"One day with me and you're already an alcoholic." Damon said with a smirk. I leaned forward, poking him in the chest.

"You, my friend, are a bad influence." I giggled. "That's ok. I want to be bad."

"No, no you don't." Damon replied.

"Yes I do!" I replied. "I'm tired of being the troubled artist who shuts herself up in her room. I want to be daring!"

"Pretty girl, you don't have a daring bone in your body." Damon said with a chuckle. The way he set it set off a fire in me. It made me want to prove something to him. I wanted to show him that I could be daring, that I wasn't this innocent, naïve, little virgin who couldn't be wild when she wanted to be.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, gripping his shirt. I then pulled him to me, something that surprised him. Our chests were touching, and there was no space between us. I then pulled him down, our lips meeting with sloppy and heated breath. He seemed shocked at first, and I myself was shocked as well. But I went with it.

Never did I think my first kiss would be with Damon, let alone while I was drunk. I had a sick feeling that I was going to regret this in the morning, and I probably would. But all I could focus on was the way his lips felt on mine. They were soft, very sure. With the alcohol in my system, I was much more confident compared to if I had been sober. His hands were glued to my waist, and my arms had found their way to his chest. I was pretty comfortable where I was, but Damon apparently didn't think the same. He pulled back, much to my surprise and chagrin.

"Whoa." Damon said once he pushed me away. He still held on to me, his hands on my waist. "Ok, now I know you've had too much to drink."

"Yeah…" I agreed. "I think I need some air."

I pushed away from him, stumbling through the crowd and out the door. How could I have kissed him? He made it abundantly clear that me and him would never work. But yet, I still wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel the way his lips felt on mine. I still wanted it, but he pushed me away. He stopped us. He could have done anything he wanted to me at that point and he stopped.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I muttered to myself. I ran a hand through my tangles and shook my head. I had decided after a few minutes that I needed to go back in, apologize for my idiocy, but I didn't get the chance.

I was grabbed from behind, my assailant covering my mouth. I tried to scream, I tried to fight him. But it was no use. He picked me up effortlessly and ran off with me in his arms.

Alex had been gone a while. Damon was starting to get worried. He touched his finger tips to his lips, remembering the feel of hers against his. He hadn't been expecting it, especially not from her. He knew that she wouldn't have done it had she been sober, but she still did it.

Alex had kissed him,

And he liked it.

He didn't have to stop her. He could have kept it going, see how far she went. But he knew that wasn't what she wanted. He couldn't take advantage of her, it just felt wrong. He didn't want to have to take advantage of her, compulsion or otherwise. If she wanted him then he wanted her to be sober and willing.

After a while, he decided to venture out to find her. She wasn't anywhere in sight. A sick feeling welled up in his stomach. So, he started to look for her, calling out her name. She was drunk and had a tendency to get into trouble, so Damon knew he had to find her.

He did eventually, not far from the bar. She was standing on a tank of some sort, holding on to the railing. He rolled his eyes, thinking she had got up there by herself and was too drunk to figure out how to get down.

"Damon! No!" She yelled at him, but it was too late. The guy who had grabbed Alex was on Damon in a second, knocking him down. He started kicking him, beating him with a wooden plant.

"What the hell?" Damon muttered, spatting blood from his mouth. This guy, a vampire, was young and looked hell bent on revenge. Damon recognized the look.

"No!" Alex yelled. Damon looked up and saw her coming down the stairs. She stopped in her tracked when the other vampire looked at her. Damon lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

I stopped when I saw his face, distorted and eyes red. He was a vampire alright. Once he saw that I had stopped, he continued his assault. He grabbed a can of gasoline and began pouring it all over Damon.

"Who are you?" Damon asked, spitting out gasoline from his mouth. The vampire laughed.

"That's perfect!" He yelled out. "You have no idea!"

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He killed my girlfriend." The vampire explained. "What did she do to you, huh? What did she do to you?!"

"Nothing." Damon admitted. I swallowed my fear. I couldn't just watch as this vampire killed Damon. I was still pretty drunk, but I at least knew that Damon was going to die if I didn't do something.

"Who was your girlfriend?" I asked, trying to distract.

"My girlfriend went to visit Stefan, and Damon killed her. Got it?" He explained, hitting Damon with a bat.

Lexi. This vampire's girlfriend was Lexi, and he was enacting his revenge because Damon killed her. I remembered that night like it was yesterday. The way that Damon shoved the stake through her heart, how she turned grey and fell to the ground. I hadn't wanted to see him again after that, and now seeing her boyfriend's reaction I didn't really want to stop him either.

"Please don't." I begged. "I know what he did was wrong but-"

"Wrong?" He repeated. "He killed the love of my life."

"I know." I replied. "I know… and I'm so sorry. But… you can't do this."

"I'll be doing you a favor." He said reaching into his pocket. He lit a match and I felt my stomach sink.

"Please!" I yelled, I had tears pouring from my eyes. "Don't be like him. Don't do this to me."

The vampire looked up then, seeing my face. He softened, still looking very upset but when he looked at me he had a change of heart. I mouthed 'please,' once more and he blew out the match. He turned to Damon, picking him up my his collar and sending him straight into a nearby wall. He hit with a loud crash and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"I didn't do it for you." He muttered before he ran off with vampire speed. Once he was gone I bolted for Damon who lay on the ground in pain. I leaned over him, looking for any sign of wounds.

"Damon." I said, grabbing his face in my hands. "Damon are you ok?"

"Do I look ok?" He spat at me. I then reared back, letting him sit up. He winced with every move and I just sat there and watched him. He then looked over at me, still annoyed but much less so. He searched my face and then he sighed.

"Thank you." He said. I was surprised by that. He would have died if I hadn't said anything. He saved me once, I just repaid him.

"No problem." I replied.

Damon put Alex in the car, telling her he had business to take care of with Bree. He could see that she was tired, and he bet she would sleep the whole way home. He walked back into the bar, Bree standing behind it. Everyone had left, so it was just him and Bree.

"I wanted to say goodbye." Damon said. He could sense Bree's fear from across the room.

"Good to see you again, Damon." She said. "Where's your girl?"

"She's in the car." He answered. "Dead asleep."

"Oh…" Bree replied, looking down.

"No kiss?" Damon asked, stepping closer and closer to the witch.

"I'm full of vervain." Bree warned. "I put it in everything I drink."

"And you're telling me this why?" Damon asked, but he knew. Bree was no idiot and she knew he was going to kill her.

"Lexi was my friend. How could you?" She asked. Damon inched closer, hearing the sound of her heart pick up. "The tomb can be opened."

Damon cocked his head to the side. He then glared, he had heard this before.

"You're lying." Damon said.

"Emily's grimoire, her spellbook. If you know how she closed the tomb the reversal process will be in her book. You can open that tomb." Bree said.

"Where's the book?" Damon asked.

"I-I…" Bree said.

"Have no idea." Damon finished for her.

"No. I'm telling you the truth." Bree pleaded.

"And I believe you. My dear, sweet Bree." He said, caressing her cheek. "That's why I'm almost sorry."

Damon's hand plunged into Bree's chest, pulling he heart out in the process. She opened her mouth, staring at him with the utmost betrayal. Damon pursed his lips and let Bree fall dead to the floor. He grabbed a rag, wiping his hands off before he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the bar.

He hopped into his car, Alex already asleep in the passenger seat. He started the car and started to drive. He himself was a little tired, but he needed to get Alex back home. He got the information he needed, so he needed to go back to Mystic Falls as well.

"Damon." He heard Alex coo from the passenger seat. He looked over to her and saw that her eyes were slightly open.

"Yeah?" He asked her.

"You're not a monster." She said. Damon's head jerked to the side. She sat there, eyes droopy and a small smile on her face. Damon breathed in deep, processing her words.

"Go back to sleep pretty girl." He said, and she obeyed.