I know I am all over the place with these stories, but these ideas kept bugging me till I wrote them, those who read "Night and day." "Her man." Or "Forget me not." Those stories will be worked on along with new stories, so do not get bugged and frustrated with me.

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PLOT: Damon is definition of a rebel, he does what he sees best for him at the moment, even if it isn't good for him in the long run, he meets Elena by accident through one of his friends and feels instantly attracted to the shy woman, he sees what no one doesn't, he knows she is just like him beneath the surface. (BONNIE CLYDE INSPIRED) – narrative story.

Damon's POV (1985)

I have no desire to conquer neither live a already sorted out life, born, education, a mediocre job and death. Take it this way, I live for a day each day of my life, when I wake up whether it's 2 am or 6am or even 3 pm, I initiate my life for the day, I hunt my meals just enough for the day and I go back to bed. It doesn't even have to be the same bed, it might be the one in my dead mother's house, which I loathed for reasons I didn't like to think about, sometime it would be at Enzo's place, the guy I've known since I was young and hungry, it maybe a whore's house, it maybe a barn or a ruin where I took a hiding from the local police, oh yes, it maybe in a police station. It was second to my Mother's house when it came to the places I loathed. People expected me to be comfortable in jails, because I've spent most of my teen years in Juvenile lock ups for things I don't think should even be punishable. However it encouraged me good, good enough to attempt things that were very much against the law. I didn't mind jail, I just don't like it- I've heard worse things about other stations and lock ups.

"D-Damon!" I heard Enzo yell as I dodged the car coming at me. I could tell he was running out of breath from running. I looked back for a second, and then gestured him to follow me as I took a sharp turn into one of the streets. He was right behind me, we let out our breaths seeing the tall , sweaty men run straight ahead. "Lost them."

"I think." I tapped my chest to regulate my breath as I struggled through the burning sensation in my airways. The three sweaty men that were following us like dogs with guns were Tony's men. Enzo and I managed to steal four cars last week and took them to Simon, for our forty percent. "We have to keep it low for a few more weeks, he'd be taking off with his men by then, we're good to go."

"To think you already blew all that money that got us into this in the first place." I spat, "That fucking whore of yours, you keep showering her with money till we have nothing but pennies." I couldn't understand how Enzo got addicted to going to that damn prostitute all the time, everyone called her Bonnie, or just simply called her.

"Don't call her that." He suddenly said possessively, "She's my girl."

I resisted the sarcastic laugh, "She's every guy's girl for an hour."

"She needs money, but she loves me, she does- until I get her out of that hell hole-"

I rolled my eyes and he stopped , not wanting me to hear more of his pathetic story, I believed in love of course I did, everything in my life was wrong because of love, If lily , my mother hadn't loved the complete married bastard , Giuseppe Salvatore, I wouldn't have taken birth on this god forsaken planet, saving everyone around me a lot of misery, she loved the man, he didn't- it didn't help that I looked like my father except for my eyes. She hated my face, she hated me, and putting myself in her place, where the whole family kicks you out because you're four months pregnant and the guy who got you knocked up wont take you in, I'd hate me too.

"You can't get her out, she knows it, you know it- her aunt's in the hospital and it's not my fucking problem so stop giving her my money." I said through gritted teeth. "All that matters to you is money." Enzo stopped to take a breath against the wall, his hands falling to his knees to press the ache, "You'll know once you fall in love, well it's less likely to happen since you like your woman's face pressed against the pillow."

"They look better that way." I tried to shut his lecture, too fucking late though. If I ever saw this Bonnie girl with her clothes on obviously, I'll give her a piece of my mind for making Enzo a damn pussy.

"Seriously though, why are you so hollow inside man, you don't flinch at life and death matters, and I fucking care that you don't- if you'd just allow someone to soften you up a bit, obviously Bonnie's dying aunt doesn't matter to you, but she does to me because she does to Bon, you need people so you could give a fuck or two every once in a while." He ranted , patting his own chest and wiped the sweat off his forehead, we were probably in the back street of some shops, hence the garbage cans, the spray-painted walls, I hate spray painted walls as much as the police does, it's not art, it's not a statement, it's disgusting. "Maybe I'd have 'people' if we weren't dodging these motherfucking gangs all the time since the past six months, just because Bonnie has to pay her bills." I said in a snarky tone, "If I am running and hiding, no one is going to fall down the sky right into my fucking life." I did plan to make him feel guilty, however I wasn't allowed to see his reaction as a scream tore through the air around us, and I looked up seeing somebody in the air, coming right at me- the irony. As pure reflex I sprinted forward and caught the tiny feminine body before it crashed to the ground right before Enzo, the force of her body caused me to jolt but I managed to get her and was on my feet, her eyes were squeezed shut as if she was bracing herself and accepting the fall, her lips pressed together. A few chestnut strands ran loose around from the thick hair bun and framed her face. She wore a red skirt with a white button up and a red apron with the sign "Pearl's." She probably worked at the front. Her eyes opened after moments and she looked at me , her lips parted as she realized she was safe, "Huh." She let out a shaky breath as I put her down on her feet. Her hand palmed her forehead absent mindedly while she fixed her skirt muttering, "I am sorry uh I getting more trays from the store, and I saw the window open so – it wasn't moving and when I pushed I tripped on the spiral staircase."

"And just on time." Enzo smirked my way, seeing how i was ogling the girl up and down and she probably noticed because she wouldn't look in my eyes, Clearing the wrinkles from her skirt, she finally looked up from Enzo to me, "Thanks." She said biting her lip nervously as she did so, it did stir a lot of wrong feelings- arousal would be a good word to explain it.

I didn't reply, because I couldn't, she was making me nervous or maybe I was nervous because the last time I ever talked to a woman was my mother dying on me three years ago. Her last words were disappointing to say the least.

I just raised my brows Enzo's way, telling him to leave, we did.

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Elena's POV

I almost died , or almost got severely injured today while closing a god damn window, I wasn't mad at that, no way, I was mad at the fact that when I fell off- I wanted it to end me, I didn't plan on suiciding, then why did I want to end my life, well I know why. Matt , my neighbor made his way to me as I working on the counter, mad at myself for wanting to die.

"Hey lena." He flashed me his best warm smile, he knew my situation and he always tried to sympathize with me and I know he thought he was a reason I was this way, but honestly, he wasn't. Charlie going to jail isn't Matt's fault, it's his own fault. Me marrying him when I just turned sixteen, that- that was my fault. Matt was a blessing in disguise even though he stalked my husband and I and interrupted our privacy, he invaded our privacy would be better to say, he still saved me. He was the one who arrested Charlie, officer Matt Dinovan took him to jail and I was thankful, I wouldn't say it, why? Because I was ashamed of Charlie, I married him with confidence, I married him like it was the best fucking decision, when it wasn't, I would have to act this way, I don't know why I felt like that, I had to act this way, everyone in this town would call me a fucking moron if they found out, I didn't want to live with Charlie. Everyone around me at least thought I was the biggest fucking moron especially my mother, Isobel Gilbert, she wanted me to be linked to Mason Lockwood, future mayor of town , as she expected. Mason had a thing for me, but I didn't, I was so in love with Charlie that I completely kicked my future away. I rebelled hard. I ran away, I came back and everyone was a witness of my marriage, Isobel did take me back however she didn't want anything to do with me, she still thought I loved Charlie and I didn't want to say I didn't to start hearing her 'I told you story'

"Hey." I said with a faint smile. I didn't want to smile but it felt mandatory, I had to act like I was okay to stop his sympathy convo. He ordered a coffee and chocolate chip cookies. I got on his order as I I called it to the back and came back to make his receipt.

"Lena you going to the ball next month?"

My hands shivered as he said that, he wasn't going to ask me for a date? "I don't know, why?" I tried to sound uninterested.

"See I wanted to talk about Caroline." He bit his lip and I groaned inside, no I didn't want Matt but I was tired of people asking me about her, my best friend who was bubbly and loud and full of life. Everything i wanted to be, happy.

"Hmm." I got his order and pasted the receipt along with it as he spoke and I resisted to fist my hands, For once I wanted someone to talk to me, because of me, for me- not anyone who wanted details about Charlie for gossip's sake, not someone who wanted Caroline, not a sympathy talk , oh god no. But then I felt like I couldn't talk if someone would even try, who would care?

"I want to take her out, Tyler and her aren't together anymore, but you know the breakup just happened a month ago, has she gotten over it?"

Oh she got over it okay. I thought as my mind went back to the time I walked in on her , on her knees , giving a blond man a blow job.

"Yeah I guess." I shrugged.

"So can you do a little talk for me, I can take it from there , I'll ask her out in church on the weekend." He requested with sparkling blue eyes, I wanted this conversation to be over so I said, "Okay, sure."

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Caroline was writing down supplies we'd need for the founder's dinner, Her and I would work for the town's council for some benefit credit and sometimes even money if we were lucky, but these big parties always saved money and supplies, which were distributed for our use later. We had done most of the shopping and setting but some things were yet to be sorted out, Caroline was over viewing our plan and I was already loathing the idea of walking home after this, to that woman, that evil woman, Isobel gilbert. She stayed upstairs in my old room, the biggest room in the house and I slept in the guest room downstairs, did I care about who had the biggest room now? Nope with a popping 'p'. My head still hurt from my morning accident. I don't know what I would have done if I were injured and not dead or saved. Isobel would let me cripple my way throughout life happily. She'd say something like a whore like me deserves this, that's what she always said when something bad happened, when Charlie hit me, when Charlie fucked other girls, when Charlie got arrested and finally when Charlie divorced me. Isobel would flinch seeing me wear his ring still, we weren't divorced yet as the law didn't declare it finalized. It was going to happen as soon as he came back or maybe something would work out, he wasn't coming out anytime soon, smuggling drugs didn't quite work out for him and he was in for facing a long long time as his lawyer said.

I got up the mint green couch and palmed my head, "Do you want some hot chocolate?"

"Why not coffee?" the golden haired girl asked me, "Umm I don't want to stay up but I feel like having something." I said annoyed and she nodded her head, "Okay make me some." She buried her head back in work and I went to the kitchen, the door got knocked loudly and I didn't move as I heard Caroline got up to get it, "Hey sweetheart." I heard Caroline's sultry voice greeting someone. Maybe the guy i saw the other day, But then I heard more footsteps.

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Damon's POV

Twice in a day, I was seeing this girl, we were at Caroline's place, Klaus's new girlfriend, girlfriend he called her I didn't know what the hell they were. We needed some where to stay and he brought us here, Caroline didn't mind which was odd seeing how woman in this town were very scared of me when they found out my whereabouts, but since she was screwing a total fuck up, maybe it didn't matter. What was weird was I was seeing the girl from the Coffee shop again, did she really landed into my life or what.

"Who is she?" I interrupted Caroline's conversation with Klaus and Enzo too looked up in the direction I was looking in, "Ow Oh." He said making an O from his lips tauntingly.

"That's my friend Elena." Caroline got up from the couch and closed the notebooks in front of her, "You guys want something to drink? Elena's making hot chocolate."

"I'll have hot chocolate." Enzo said in a cheery voice and Klaus threw a cushion his way, "Don't push it Jones."

"I'll have a beer." I said sitting back on the single red sofa behind me, I watched the girl as she mixed the hot liquid, lost looking at it, she was so lost, so in her own world- like earlier. The apron wasn't on her this time and her hair were loose around her face. She looked up from the drink and her eyes met mine, her shining brown orbs boring into my eyes and I instantly knew she recognized me, no change of expression on her face, just her orbs widening a bit in reaction to my presence. She got the drinks and walked across to enter the room, she kept the tray on the bed with more two drinks like Caroline had asked her.

"This is Elena, my best friend." Caroline introduced. Elena put out a smile, and if I wasn't such a fucked up man I'd believe it, but it was the most fakest smile I had seen, I knew immediately by her body language, she didn't want to be around us, near us.

"We've met her." Enzo's voice interrupted our thoughts.

"Where?" Caroline frowned. Elena turned her head to her friend, "I bumped into them this morning."

"More like fell from the sky right over us." I joked , my finger brushing against the mug in the tray as I looked up at her, her cheeks went red and she bit her lip again, "Thank you for that." And that fake smile again, almost sarcastic, she didn't want to be saved? Her eyes almost said, thanks for nothing. I shrugged, "You know what they say about teen suicide, don't do it."

Caroline giggled to break the tension and I see Elena roll her eyes as a grin graced her beautiful lips. She ran her tongue over them as she drank down the milk and sighed, "I better get home Care."

"Yeah you should it's getting dark."

I saw the girl pick up her stuff , sliding a notebook under my hand on the table, her eyes met mine again and she pursed her lips, she tucked the strands around her small face and put it in her bag, storming out.

"You guys should take the basement rooms for some while, Care and I are upstairs , we'll be busy , if you know what I mean." Klaus furrowed his brows.

Enzo got up and dusted his hands, "Okay, don't worry about us."

My mind was still on that girl, on her eyes, "I am going to take a walk." I announced as I headed for the door.

This is a test chapter, I have another story plus a lot of funny, drama , one shots on the way. Be good and review. *Wink Wink, as it's my first time writing it in a narrative way- I hope you guys like it