Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction about the two most epic lovebirds DAMON AND ELENA. This story is about two people who have been through a lot in their lives. When they meet they immediately feel the sparks, which slowly turns into firework with jumpy routes. Hope you all love the first chapter and please review to inspire me and leave some suggestions about how to improve it.

The sunlight crept through the space of the curtain and aimed in his eyes. He blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the light. He sat up leaning against the headboard and clutched his head as sharp pain shot up all over his neurons. He saw that he was still wearing the clothes of last night. His driver must have dropped him over to his penthouse after him and his buddy drank the whole stock of liquor. Immediately he remembered all the events of last night and that was accompanied by the horrific moment that occurred in his life. The moment where he lost everything. A traitorous tear tried to escape, but he managed to suck it up. He is Damon Salvatore, he can't cry right now over the horrendous event after 2 years.

He managed to stand on his feet and stumbled to grab the aspirin to bring relief. After that he headed for the shower and let the cool water do the work of clearing his mind. He knew today was going to be a long and miserable day just like every other day.

After he came back from the shower, he gave a quick glance towards the clock. Knowing he still had half an hour before going to work, he dressed in a black shirt and black suit pants and went to meet his little brother, Stefan Salvatore, who was in a whole another world under his closed eyelids.

He entered the room almost timidly, to see the dreadful image of Stefan lying with several tubes all around his body. It has been two years since the accident, but Stefan is still in coma for TBI. Damon sat on the chair beside the bed and took hold of his brother's hand. His eyes became blurry with threatening tears as he remembered the day.

TWO YEARS AGO

"Stefan! Where are you?!" Damon almost screamed through the phone in panic as his house was burning down with his parents and his wife, Rose inside. He wanted to rush towards the house on his own, but the firemen were holding him.

"I'm on my way. Dammit! Why isn't it hitting green?!" He cursed through the phone with broken voice.

"Please come quick Stef. I don't know how long I can hold on." Damon said as tears were rolling down his eyes.

"Stay strong brother. I'm coming for you." As soon as Damon hung up, his ears met with a crashing sound. He turned around to watch the ceiling falling down. He was frozen for a moment before realization dawned that neither his parents nor Rose were taken out yet.

He heard one of the firemen say to his captain "The fire is out of control, nothing is helping right now. Three of the men inside are severely injured by the impact of the falling ceiling. We are trying our hardest to get them out. However it is for sure the ones who were inside didn't survive this long with the smoke and outraged fire." He said looking down for the possible loss of his comrades.

"No. NO! NO! NO!" Damon fell on his knees screaming and crying his lungs out. "You were supposed to help them!" He screamed at the Captain and the blue officer beside him.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Salvatore." The Captain said to the disarray man. It was one of the hardest parts of his job. "We tried our best to save your family but it's been too long. Please try to understand that now our first priority is to save our men."

Damon was about to reply, but shrilling noise of his phone cut him off. He ignored the unknown caller. Little did he know that the phone call would be about the one last person he wanted to hold on to. When it rang for the second time he picked it up. "WHAT!" he said aggressively.

"I'm speaking from the Mystic Falls General Hospital, is this Stefan Salvatore's brother, Damon Salvatore speaking." The receptionist said in an overly formal tone.

"Yes?" His head was on the verge of bursting in that moment.

"I'm sorry to inform you Mr. Damon Salvatore, but Mr. Stefan Salvatore had an critical accident and had been immediately taken to the emergency room. He is currently having a trauma surgery."

His heart was in his stomach and his entire body was trembling. In a blink of an eye the ground swept off his feet and he was falling and falling in the dark oblivion.

"Mr. Salvatore?" the nurse pulled him out off his thoughts.

"I'm coming." It was all he could say.

In the flash of an eye he rushed towards his car and drove furiously towards the hospital.

"Stefan Salvatore?!" he cried out when he finally approached the reception table.

"And you're his?" The receptionist asked.

"I'm his brother!" he said exasperated.

"At the end of the hall." She didn't need to elaborate anymore.

He didn't have to hear it twice. He ran as fast as he could, crashing with several people, muttering 'sorry'. He wasn't ready to lose Stefan too. He was his backbone. His partner-in-crime. He was the one who always pulled him out of his worst moment.

When he reached his destination, he froze. He saw Stefan's body filled with bruises and cuts and he was immobile. Stefan's broken body made Damon feel more broken than ever. He realized that he lost everything that mattered to him. He was completely alone for the rest of his life.

Today and tomorrow would be just a heads up when everyone would be around him to join in his grief. However next week would be the worst time of his life, as he would be left alone in the darkness and the memory scaring his dreams. He didn't know what to do. So he just stood there and watched his baby brother as numbness started to creep on his veins.

Later the doctor approached him with a sympathetic expression on his face. "I'm Doctor Grayson Gilbert, you brother's doctor." Damon did not reply; he just simply stood up with the numb expression. The doctor continued like a robot like his job stated, "I'm sorry to say that your brother is going through TBI and now is currently in coma. Stefan was very lucky that the injury didn't destroy his entire cerebellum hemisphere, or else he could've died or be in coma for 10 to 20 years. In his case it is going to take 2 or 3 years for him to wake up and the rest of the injuries would heal while he is in coma."

The doctor lefts after giving him a last glance and left him alone. Damon slowly walked closer to Stefan's bed. He stood beside his brother's body. His hands slowly crept towards Stefan's hand and took hold of it.

END OF FLASHBACK

It was something Damon has been doing for years. Taking Stefan's hand in his and rehashing the memories. Damon learned that a truck hit Stefan, as he did not stop at red light. For greater parts of the first years Damon blamed himself, because he knew Stefan only did this to come for him. If he hadn't been calling him to hurry up then maybe he would've been still awake. Slowly that guilt subsided because of his buddy Alaric Saltzman.

Damon and Alaric met at the bar nearly one month after the incident. Ric has also been through hell for greater part of his love life. At first he found out that his wife, Isobel, cheated on him, then she died in a car accident with her lover. Secondly, he fell in love with his best friend, Meredith. But she also died with asthma and suffocation. Lastly, his fiancé, Jo, was killed on the day before the wedding. Her psychopath brother, who also killed everyone in her family, stabbed her. Ric put that asshole in jail and was sentenced to death after 20 years of imprisonment. It happened 7 years ago, but still this type of event is not something you forget and move on. But Ric was still trying, unlike him.

After consuming immeasurable amount of alcohol they started talking in their drunken state. They ended up by the Falls, where they started to share their misery and immediately felt connected to each other in talking things out. Although the morning after that was painful, they didn't forget each other or the fact that they shared their numbers. Today they are stronger than ever and can read each other like a book.

He glanced at the clock to see that it was time for him to leave for work. He placed Stefan's hand back in place and started off to the roads of NYC. They moved there 1 year ago to restart SRLC short for Salvatore Real Estate Agency, which stopped after their father's death. Ric also moved with them as an important member of the company for his talent in business. He stopped the taxi and went towards his chief office building.

The elevator stopped to his floor and he stepped out of it to be welcomed by messy looking Alaric. Clearly he had drunk a lot more than Damon did. His hair was looking like bird nest and his eyes were blood red almost like a zombie.

"You look like hell." Damon said with his lips twitched into a smirk.

"Yeah" he said rubbing his eyes. "Probably because for the lack of sleep in drunken state." He grumbled.

Damon shook his head at him. He then realized it wasn't safe to have a grumbly Ric who also looked like a zombie. "Ok take the day off. Have some rest." He said laughing.

"Are you sure?" he looked at him trying to fight the relieved grin. Damon nodded and he let the grin come out. "Thanks, buddy." With that he started collecting his things.

"By the way, why didn't you feel the need of sleep yesterday?" asked Damon curious about why the hell he didn't just drop dead like he did.

"Well one of my friend and his wife died few days ago in a car accident. So they had to leave their son to someone they could trust." Ric said in a monatomic tone, as he was excited to leave than answer anything.

"So you're the one they trust the most?" Damon arched his eyebrows.

"You sound surprised."

"So you are a dad now?"

"No! A legal guardian of Jeremy Gilbert." He scowled at him. He didn't want Damon to tease him about his age right now.

Gilbert, Damon thought of someone he met 2 years ago.

"What is his father's name?"

"Grayson Gilbert. Do you know him?" Yep that rang a bell.

Just like he thought, "Yes. He was Stefan's doctor back in Mystic Falls."

Ric nodded and was about to leave when he turned around and exclaimed. "Oh! We're gonna have a company at the bar today."

"Who?" Damon asked curiously

"Jeremy's sister, Elena Gilbert."

Sorry guys I haven't mentioned Elena much in the first chapter. But I promise that the next chapter would entirely be Elena's POV, just how this was of Damon's. On the next chapter Damon would be mentioned a lot too 'cause we can't live without him. Also I would upload the next chapter at June so please have patience. The name of the chapter is a line from the song 'Little do you know' by Alex and Sierra. PLEASE REVIEW blessings, my mistakes and inspiration.