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Hey guys I got an over-whelming response on my first chapter and I thought hey why not actually try with this story because originally I wasn't interested much. Some of you guys are expecting a whole hell angst lol. Ya'll nasty. So be kind like I was to give this a chance, and leave reviews.

CHAPTER 2

Damon swirled the drink in his hand, the color of his bourbon almost identical to the eyes he saw earlier. Such wide doe eyes. Such soft skin that screamed for a touch. He didn't know how long he was lost swirling that drink, seeing her eyes at the bottom of his glass. He wanted her at any cost. Even if he had to give up the area he was being given. He needed that gem in his watch. Elena.

His brother coughed to which he looked up and shrugged.

"You've been having eye sex with your drink for fifteen minutes." He said sitting on the velvet textured sofa in front of his brothers. Damon rolled his eyes and kept his drink on the glass table aside and sat up straight, "I've lost focus."

"Yeah I can see that." He chuckled, Damon shook his head, "It has to happen someday, it's a good deal along with marrying his daughter."

"Benefits." Stefan muttered and got up, "Let's play our decision game."

"Gah! Shit okay shoot." Damon sat back and almost groaned as Stefan started counting on his fingers, "Give me Cons."

"Cons." He sighed, "I'll have to be loyal."

"That's one."

"Okay I'll have to protect her which means ending business with Michaelsons and declaring war." He bit the inside of his cheek thinking of more things, "I'll have more people to take care of."

"Okay okay you're repeating shit, give me pros." Stefan raised a brow. Damon grinned, "Okay I have many pros in line."

"Yes sex , sex, sex." Stefan said with a poker face.

"That's one of them- not all." He picked up his glass and took a sip, "Pro, close relations with Gilberts which is a business pro at all times. Another pro is eradicating occasional backstabbing sluts , pro number three is children."

"You want kids?" Stefan asked with surprise almost.

"Hell yes I want kids, we're building this God damn empire which obviously I cant take to my grave, it's up to you and me to extend our nearly extinct family." He grinned, "And If I am going to have kids-Why bastards? Pro number four is that Elena isn't some whore, she's brought up in an upper class well cultured mafia family, possibly a virgin, well behaved girl who will make a perfect home maker. It's like she was put on this earth for me, which means the Pros outweigh cons and I am most definitely making a good decision."

"Right you go get her." Stefan said with fake enthusiasm, "You're making this shit up Damon, you are making up excuses, she doesn't know you and she is not going to settle for you."

He shrugged, "That's not my problem."

"Yes it is, she wont love you." He spat. Damon huffed, "Look whatever, this is a good deal Stefan, what do you want me to do , take her out on 500 dates, I don't have time for that. Besides her father has put this deal forward."

"This trial and failure marriage proposal is disgusting." He shook his head disappointedly. Damon got up from his chair, "We played the decision game and I won so go buy a best man tux or something."

"A nice way of telling me I am your best man." He called as Damon left the room.

"Yeah what other choice do I have , fuck off already."

(--HMHMHM--)

"I don't have a problem with the way he looks, I just don't want to get married." Elena protested, "I don't want to marry anyone this way, I want to do something with my life."

Her father walked to her bed and sat on the baby pink satin sheets , tapping the side for her to sit on, she sighed loudly and walked over there to sit next to him, "Why don't you understand?"

"You almost died the other day Elena." her father explained as he caressed her cheek, she looked away but her father said suddenly, "Ah uh look at me princess." He cupped the side of her face, she mumbled silently, "I didn't die Dad, I came back."

"But I was close to losing you Elena, I don't have that access anymore." He pursed his lips, "One day I'll be helpless."

"Dad-"

"Damon is a powerful man, he will make sure you stay safe at all times." His other hand held her hand pressing it for assurance, "At this point in my life Elena I just want you to be okay, I just want to see you happy and healthy at every stage in life."

"I will be Dad." She started but he interrupted her.

"I lost your mother due to Michaelsons, their family lost people and ours too- but I will not take a chance with you. Don't you think I wish for you to find your own happiness Elena? I do but the kind of life we have, that'll end up badly, I know you don't want to marry him, under any other circumstances I would have let you do what you wanted, I would never want you to marry a bigger criminal than I am, but I am forced to do so."

Elena didn't speak, she just looked at how her father cared so deeply about her safety, she had never hated her life more than right now , when she couldn't do what she wanted, when she was forced to be in this marriage where she never knew this man, never talked to him, didn't even got a good glance of his face, she just remembered running into someone and moving forward in a second. But then her dad was so worried about her, it was causing him to be up all night, eating less and she cared, she couldn't let his heath to deteriorate like that.

"Okay fine." She sighed with a heavy heart, fighting the tears in her eyes.

"Okay what? Okay as in yes." Her father asked with a raised brow.

She nodded, "Yeah okay as in yes I'll marry this Mr. I don't know and care about."

He father got up and kissed the top of her head, "I am so proud of you my baby, everything is going to be okay." He held up her chin, "Cheer up, call your friends, arrange your dream day wedding."

She got up and nodded with a forced smile, "I'll do that, that's all I'll be able to do."

This was going way too fast, with every day she was coming closer to the day she would be married to this man, she didn't know. Caroline , her best friend was helping her so shopping, go for facials, which had started to distract her from the wedding stress. She was pushing the problems and ignoring like they never existed. There was a party every day. Finalizing a wedding dress, a location. She just wanted to get this over with, so when Caroline started planning a whole bachelorette , island wedding plan she quickly put a stop to it, she decided on a garden wedding. It was simple, didn't scream for attention. She wanted it to be over soon. Every night she'd wake up and sit in the middle of the bed feeling a hole in her chest consuming her whole body, every nerve inside her telling her to run as far way as possible but she couldn't at this point, this wedding shopping, this venue- it wasn't some game, it was soon going to turn to a real wedding which she wasn't prepared for, she didn't want to be someone's wife, especially to a person she didn't knew. Tears would start rolling down her cheeks and the next hours up till the morning, she'd feel tension in her body till her friends would come over and she'd be distracted for the day.

It was finally here, the day she'd be given to some else, she knew she wasn't going to be with this man for ever but it was going to be a long time with him. She was up at 5 and had gotten some sleep after Caroline and hers almost overdose on frozen yogurt and beer. She was almost nauseated as she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, she peeked over to look at Caroline who was still asleep on her bed. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, a churning sound in her tummy was making her sick. It would be good to get some fresh air, she thought as she went into the balcony of her room, she sat on one of the chairs there and began to breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm down her alerted nerves.

A sudden ringing from her phone made her roll her eyes and she got up, stumbling back to her room to pick up her phone, "It's way to early to call." She snapped.

"You picked up though."

That's when she realized she never checked the dialer Id on the phone, she asked walking back to the balcony, "Whose this?"

"The man you'll be marrying today." His voice smooth but with a hint of humor. She clutched her fist at her side, her cheeks getting red for no reason, "I don't think it's a good idea to know eachother at this point."

"You sound pissed."

"How would you ever know that?" she said with sarcasm, "I don't know where you got my number but it's super creepy."

"You're being very insensitive Elena." he said after a chuckle, "I got it from my to be father In law, look just tell me are you up?"

"Yes, I still don't have the super power of attending calls in my sleep." She said with a poker face, "So how about you come downstairs for a while?"

"What? You're at my place?" she asked going outside on her balcony again. "Yeah, cute PJs by the way."

She groaned, "Arghh you're such a creep, I am not coming down to see you Mister."

"Then can I come up to see you?" he asked. Elena spotted him a little far from the gates of their mansion, his blue Camaro parked behind him. She narrowed her eyes getting a clear view, the sun was still not up but there was good enough light to spot him. "No absolutely not."

"Elena you're being very hostile, I am your to be husband." He said with a smirk on his face, she cringed at the words, "What do you want? I am not allowed outside without security."

"That's not a problem, I am a one man army baby, isn't that why Grayson is giving you away to me- You'll be needing no guards around me." he said confidently. Elena stomped her foot, "Okay okay stop kissing your ass, five minutes and then you'll go."

"Okay." He agreed.

Elena quickly grabbed her coat and went downstairs slowly, she walked outside in the cold and told her guards that her "fiancé " was here to see her and they needed a little privacy.

She went outside and walked in his direction, "Hello."

"Hey." He grinned, extending his hand for a hand shake but she didn't move, "Damon." She pursed her lips, "Look I want you to back off okay. I cant do this. I am not ready."

She could see how his calm face turned hard and stiff , she continued, "Maybe you have your life figured out but I don't, I tried to explain this to my father but he doesn't understand okay, he is forcing this bubble of protection that I don't want. I rather die than being in a relationship like this."

"You're begging me to back off."

"Yes, I am begging you." She swallowed thick, "You understand right?"

"Yeah you're right but Elena I just cant say no." he leaned against the hood of his car, "I gave your dad options other than marrying you for Moscow, he just doesn't understand." He copied her earlier tone, "I really want control over that area."

"So you'll not back off?" she asked with a raised brow, he nodded, "I don't want to and I won't."

"I am never going to your wife Damon, this is a bad deal, I don't know how to be a wife and I cant be one, is that area worth it? Spending your life with someone who doesn't-"

"Elena." he got ahead and held her wrist pulling her forward to him, "I am not a dumb twelve-year-old boy that you're convincing with your stupid excuses, you want to convince someone? go convince your father and hope he agrees because no way in hell am I backing off."

She tried to pull her hand away from his hold, she could see how dark his eyes were, the sun was rising and with every ray his dark eyes grew lighter to a shade of blue almost stealing her breath away at how sharp his features was as if he came out of a magazine, it was almost art and she couldn't look away, or maybe it was the morning effect that he looked so gorgeous, how his eyes pierced into her soul almost, like he could read what she thinks, what she feels, "You are going to be my wife in a matter of few hours and I expect you to be ready." He let her wrist go, then reached for a fancy bag on the side of his car that previously went un-noticed to her , "You'll need this."

She was pressing her wrist for relief as he held her other hand and made her hold the strings of the bag. "Now get going."

"I don't like you." She spat.

"My pleasure darling." He grinned, she rushed back to her house and when she turned around to check if he was there she was him leaning against his car, he raised a brow then waved with a grin, she mouthed something vile like 'asshole' because he gave a shameless grin and turned to his car.

(--HMHM--)

Caroline was almost in tears as her stylist was setting her curls in a messy beautiful updo, decorating it with rhinestone clips, that looked like diamonds in her chocolate colored hair. A tiara adorned with diamonds with a white veil was set on the crown of her head. Her wedding gown was a sheath one with a good amount of train. The gown fell to the floor beneath her hips, carefully woven patterns on her dress around the junction and downwards increased it's beauty, it's bust lifted, giving her a little boost but over all her dress was soft and romantic and if she wasn't so paranoid, she would feel very comfortable in this dress.

Caroline opened the bag Damon had given her earlier and from the box took out a necklace , which she gasped at, it was platinum with round and cushion cut diamonds shaped like paper flowers. "This is beautiful." Caroline touched the shining diamonds. She had to admit it was pretty breath taking and she wanted to hold it but she resisted the temptation as Caroline held it up, "You should wear it today."

"Isnt that a good idea." She said sarcastically "I don't care."

"You do , you like it."

"No shit sherlock, but he cant buy me with this necklace." She said firmly, Caroline rolled her eyes, "Yeah so your mad at the guy, you shouldn't be mad at this Necklace , it's so pretty, it deserves to be worn."

"No."

"Come on Elena, just please wear it once and then you can throw it into my purse." She joked standing up and went behind her wearing it to her, "Arghh Caroline what am I doing?"

"Elena it's all going to come together."

"It won't okay, I am going to ruin my life by marrying this guy." She looked at herself in the mirror," who just goes around marrying people like it's nothing- he doesn't respect marriage like I do, he's not the right guy."

"Elena it's literally five minutes till you walk down the aisle ." Caroline almost squealed, "Look you're panicking and I am panicking, we need to calm down."

Elena nodded , "Get me water."

"Okay just calm down."

(--HMHM--)

Anyother time maybe this would have been a beautiful day for her, walking down the aisle surrounded by cherry trees, soft music from the band on one side playing harp and flutes. The purple and red flowers that already existed there and the fragrance that was calming her nerves. In the distance a clear pond of reflecting crystal clear water. A few meters from it was the altar, decorated with white curtains tied to the side and pink and white roses around the frame. Very few people there were those whom she was familiar with, her brother Jeremy, her cousins , of course her father by her side, whose arm she was holding too tightly, and when they reached their destination, she could see Damon standing there in a black tux, his crystal blue eyes trying to get a good view of her face, she turned her head down feeling repulsed from his behavior. Her father gave her hand in his and she almost had that courage to turn back and run for her life, if he hadn't held her hand, she would have, she shouldn't have searched him up two hours ago because now he was suddenly this new person who killed way too easily and was rumored to eat live animals, basically he was screwed up, he killed people for a living, her father did too but he would never hurt her. He killed people, he was in drug rackets , gambling rackets- alcohol businesses, anything toxic that sold.

She was so nervous right now, when he left her hand to stand infront of her , she held her hands together, they were definitely sweating. She parted her fingers , giving them some fresh air, too far gone in her thoughts to even notice the ceremony had started.

"Do you Elena?"

Maybe she was asked twice because she didn't hear the first time. Say no her heart said, say no and run for your life.

"I do." She choked out the words feeling like the biggest coward there, she deserved this , she told herself , she couldn't dare to stand up for herself so she deserved this, it wasn't her father's fault, it wasn't this asshole's fault, this was her fault.

"And do you Damon Salvatore take Elena Gilbert as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and health, till death does you apart?"

"I do." His voice bold, firm and confident.

His blonde-haired brother handed him a princess cut diamond ring which he wore to her finger, brushing his thumb over her finger, she bit on her lower lip as she wore a platinum matte ring to his finger. Leaving his hand immediately, and then the words she was dreading. "You may now kiss the bride."

She swallowed thick as he stepped forward and pulled her veil back from her head over the tiara, when she looked up at him, she felt like she was frozen, she told herself to shut off, she didn't have to feel this, it was just a damn kiss. But the way he looked at her, like he would consume her by just looking at her, the blue of his eyes was hypnotic. "Aren't I lucky." He mouthed but she could read his lips perfectly and then she cursed herself as she couldn't look away from his lips, he cupped her face and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as he lowered his mouth on her, pressing the softest kiss to her lips, she felt like she'd melt into a puddle, she'd faint and simply embarrassed after that. A clap went around and when they parted, she realized that she had been clutching on his arms.

She bit down on her lip feeling embarrassed, not more than she would have been if she had fainted obviously. He shouldn't have clouded her mind that way, she thought finding another reason to be mad at him.

At sunset, a cake was cut, some dancing was done with a whole lot of un-necessary congratulations. Mostly people from business and Elena didn't care for a conversation, it was already a hard day, she just looked up at all the cherry flowers and found some calm in that beauty. When she would look away from them she'd find her husband's eyes on her and she wanted to mad at him. She didn't want to call him husband in her head and this man was her husband in real life.

"Okay enough angry bird expressions." He said a while later, letting his arm around her, "Calm down."

"Why? are you not my husband anymore." She said in a low voice so no one would hear. He laughed, "You're surprisingly persistent."

"I am." She shrugged.

"So what's so bad about knowing your partner after marriage?" he asked turning her to himself.

She nodded, "Hmmm well for one I could say maybe I don't like you, maybe I don't want to be married to you, maybe I would want someone else, uh like that guy." She pointed behind him, he looked back and saw a light brown curly haired man talking to Stefan, she continued, "So what will I do, ask you for permission to go on dates? And what is my excuse, that we don't have chemistry."

"That guy? He looks wrecked , oh yes he owns a active wear company, not good designs , boring advertisements."

"He has good hair." Elena spoke as he turned back to her, "I like curly haired guys."

"So you're my wife a curling iron away." He shrugged.

"Never mind, It wont suit your look." She said annoyed.

"So you like my look." He winked, she clutched her fists, but took a deep breath and gave a cheeky smile, "No I just think you're hopeless."

He ran a hand through his hair, "Aw that's going to look bad, gorgeous Elena Gilbert Salvatore and her hopeless with looks husband."

She pursed her lips and kept from the blushing at his random compliments, he was screwing with her head obviously, "Don't call me that."

"What? Gorgeous ?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Don't call me a Salvatore." She said firmly now.

"So I can call you gorgeous?"

She shook her head walking away from him, he chuckled, "Come on baby cheeks, that's not how we talk to our husband."

(--HMHMHM--)

She wasn't waking up from this nightmare, she thought as she was standing in the room booked for them before they left for Atlanta, apparently they mainly lived there but travelled throughout the air , staying at Seattle , Los Angelis or Miami around the summers. Damon was out talking to Stefan and she took the opportunity and went inside quickly , she locked herself in the bathroom getting out of her wedding dress and took a shower, brushed her hair and got into her PJs , she wished she'd just fall asleep before he even shows up but when she opened the bathroom door he was standing right in front of her, with a smirk on his face, "Dick move Mrs. Salvatore."

"I don't know what you're saying." She moved out of his way. He rolled his eyes and took off his coat, loosening the bow around his collar, "Gosh I wanted to take you out of that dress."

"Behave." She sat on the bed and pulled the covers on her, "I am very tired."

"Yeah I get it." He chuckled, "I saw it coming."

"Saw what coming."

"Don't act like it's not there." He sat as he sat on the other side of the bed, her cheeks went warm and ears heating up, "What?"

"Okay keep acting like a child or we can settle things like adults." He said with some seriousness. She raised a brow as he almost ordered, "Sit up Elena."

She gulped as she sat up and tucked her hair back, "Damon I already told you I am not ready."

"That's not negotiation Elena." he turned to her, "Don't play games with me." he held her wrist and the way he held it shook her, she bit down on her lip, "Please Damon, I've never done this, please I am scared."

Her eyes welled up in tears, but she kept them back , she sucked up her tears looking away, "I know about all your affairs okay, this maybe a regular thing for you but I need time please."

"Stop crying." He said firmly.

"I am not crying." And more tears followed as she hated herself from breaking into sobs, "Urghh God i-"

"Okay okay." He left her hand and sat back on his pillow, when he saw the tissue box on the side he plucked out a few and went closer to her, her face was hidden by her hands so she almost shrieked when he held her hands away from her face, but she calmed down as he wiped her tears, "I knew you wouldn't be easy." He grinned.

She looked away as he wiped the tears from her cheeks, "Okay take your time."

"Really?" she asked in a groggy voice, "uh you wont seduce me right?"

He chuckled at her words, "I won't force you."

"Right that." She said sitting back almost on the edge , he held her just before she fell back and she gave an embarrassed laugh, "I am low on sugar forgive me."

"Dinner? Have dinner with me." he asked running circles on her palm, "Platonic no-seducing dinner."

The way his finger moved on her skin tingled her and she swallowed thick, wasn't this seducing because it felt good?

She got up from the bed, "I forgot to uh- brush my teeth, just order something okay?"

He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, "Okay Mrs. Salvatore."

"Elena , I am Elena. she snapped."

A/N

So guys that's it, I know most of you want me to make him an asshole or whatever but I am trying to make it some what realistic, even though the plot is thickly dramatic lol, look he will be an asshole here and there, but if you want the exact story just go read some by virtue fall. I just feel marriage is a sacred thing and when you are so close to a person , hate is the furthest thing, he's not a softie okay, neither whipped yet, he's just in his 'honeymoon' phase , you get me?

II wrote this in one sitting so I think I deserve a good review, I'll post according to response okay? site is doing problems with separations between scenes sorry about that