Hey guys I hope you liked the last chapter, from here on it will only get more interesting. Let me know if you get confused on anything because I'll have the idea of what's going on in my head and it doesn't always reciprocate the right way! I hope you enjoy! Thank you!

Damon's POV

"Fuck off dude," a teen said at the bar when Damon had thrown him an insult.

"Dude?" Damon asked. "Really? Dude?" He chuckled. The teen stood looking up to Damon in a threatening stance. "You have a death wish, don't you?" Damon took a swig of his beer and a shot before standing.

"I wouldn't," a voice from behind him said. Damon turned seeing a man most likely in his mid thirties. He squinted his eyes at the man. "That's the mayors kid."

"And?" Damon asked.

"He's a minor. The mayor would have your head," the man threw back his head taking a shot.

"Underaged, drinking and trying to pick a fight is what he is. That makes him doing the illegal act which means I can do this and it won't mean a thing," Damon turned and punched the kid square in the nose breaking it. The boy fell to the ground unconscious. Damon looked to the bartender snapping his fingers once and pointing to the kid. "I think this one needs a taxi," he nodded. "Oh and another shot for me and my friend over here," he pointed to the man that warned him.

Opening his mouth to object, the man shook his head and took the shot.

"Thanks," he nodded. Damon took the shot then sat the glass down.

"Yeah, thanks for paying by the way," Damon patted his shoulder standing and walking to the door. He could hear the man chuckle in disgust and mutter "dick", but he kept walking. It was his first night since he had seen his brother in about forty years and met the beautiful Elena. She looked exactly like his love, Katherine which threw him off and brought back emotions... if there were still emotions left inside him. It confused him, and he wanted to know more about Elena and why she looked like Katherine. Is that why Stefan was with her?

About two years ago, he was in New Orleans with Katherine. She had been helping him find his brother after he disappeared about a year before. They had heard from one of his close friends, Slater, who was good at tracking people. He gave Damon the coordinates to where Stefan was spotted last. New Orleans. He wanted to makeup with his brother after driving him off the rails a couple times.

All he wanted was his brother back. Then he would have everything. His girl, his brother, everything. Now, she was gone and he knew his brother had turned her in for money, so Slater had told him.

Searching for his brother for two years had taken a toll on his humanity and hope. One by one his emotions left him leaving nothing but a gaping hole full of carelessness. He had one goal in his life. Find Stefan. Kill Stefan.

Then, out of the blue a week ago a light hit him. Elena's text from Stefan's phone. He chuckled to himself thinking how her name actually means 'shining light'.

He decided it was only fitting to torment him with his girl. An eye for an eye as it is. Damon had to be smart about it though. This is Stefan. The only time he was ever cautious is when Damon is with him.

As he reached the Salvatore house, he took off his jacket hanging it on the coat rack. Seeing Stefan and Elena asleep on the couch cuddling, he took the door slamming it shut.

The two jolted awake.

"Really Damon?" Elena rubbed her eyes.

"Dick," Stefan muttered leaning back against the couch.

"Good evening love birds," Damon smiled taking Elena's hand after she stood and spinning her in a circle causing her to stumble not fully awake yet.

"Stef, you look parched.. would you like someone- er something to drink?" Damon joked making a face due to the fact that Elena didn't know about what they were. "Right I forgot.. not a drinker. He's an alcoholic, 'Lena I'm sure you've noticed something like that by now? He'd probably go around ripping people's heads off if he didn't get a drink," Damon's every word dripped with sarcasm. Stefan glared as Elena rolled her eyes.

"He drinks alcohol, but he's not an alcoholic. I don't know what you're talking about. He's fine," Elena crossed her arms looking from one brother to the next.

"You're such an ass," Stefan scoffed before looking Elena directly in the eye. "Forget this conversation ever happened. Go up to our room, take a shower and come back down for dinner," he compelled her. Elena looked to Damon opening her mouth. Damon's brain almost exploded. She was going to tell him what Stefan compelled her.

"Stefan will you follow me?" He asked vamping outside before Elena could get a word in.

Stefan followed.

"What was that about? I just had to compel her that you didn't just vamp out of the living room," Stefan yelled.

"I'm a vampire. I can do whatever I want and I don't care about if she knows it's not my problem. But, out of curiosity, why doesn't she know? It's very interesting isn't it that you would leave out the most important part of you. You can't keep this a secret forever Stef, she deserves to know," Damon sighed sarcastically crossing his arms. "What happens when she gets older and you still look the same? It's been like what? Three years? She's bound to find out you're not aging soon. What will happen then?" Damon asked sarcastically. No worry projected from Stefan's face. It was then Damon knew.

"Why the fuck do you care? It's not you're business. I love her and she loves me. I want a normal life. Which is why I want you out," Stefan argued standing tall.

"No. I just got here. I found you after what? Forty years and you want to kick me to the curb. Not a chance, brother," Damon stood taller.

"Fine if you're staying, no feeding on people here. I won't be able to control myself. And you know what happens when I can't control myself," Stefan narrowed his eyes.

"And you know what happens when I get angry. I kill and kill and kill until I'm satisfied," Damon stepped closer to Stefan. "You know what?" He tapped his chin. "I think I'll go tell Elena to throw a dinner party! Oh wait," he tapped his chin again. "Elena's already throwing a party, so you better behave yourself Stef, or the next death to happen in Mystic Falls will be Elena's," he walked past him slamming his shoulder into Stefan's as he walked by. Stefan grabbed his neck with one hand, and Damon snatched it, broke it and turned snapping his neck in one fell swoop. "That's for Katherine," he mumbled to the corpse in front of him.

Throwing Stefan over his shoulder, Damon walked him down to the cellar locking him in for the night.

"Sleep tight, brother," he murmured.

When he came back up, Elena was preparing food. Her hair was still wet from the shower, and she was looking at the recipe for whatever she was cooking like she only had a certain time frame to complete it.

"Hey, need some help?" Damon asked. It was time to put his plan in action.

"Where's Stefan?" She asked ignoring his comment.

"Out for the night. He needed a break," he commented walking to the sink to wash his hands. "What are you making?" He asked.

"Salsa for tomorrow night. This is the Gilbert family recipe, it goes waay back," she commented handing him the paper.

"Ugh your family's salsa sucks ass," he didn't even look at the paper. Damon remembered tasting it back in 1862 at one of the Founder's parties.

"What?" Elena asked. "You haven't even tried it," she furrowed her eyebrows. He thought for a second.

"Just by looking at this sheet I mean. All the Founder's salsa sucks except for the Salvatore's not that I'm biased or anything," he shrugged.

"Sounds pretty biased to me," she giggled.

"I like you," he pointed to her before dipping his finger in her salsa and tasting it. He made a face. "You know how to laugh," he reached in the spice cabinet, pulled out oregano and tapped his finger letting a couple dashes mix with the rest of the flavors. Putting it away he grabbed cilantro and basil adding them both. He waved for the wooden spoon. Handing it to him, Elena stepped back watching him stir.

"Here, try," he handed her a chip. Dipping it in, Elena brought it to her mouth and moaned.

"It's so good. I didn't know you cooked," Elena rolled her eyes to the back of her head.

"You got a little," he gestured to his lips. Elena went to the other corner of her mouth trying to wipe it off. Damon rolled his eyes reaching his finger to her lips and taking off the salsa. Elena watched him intently as he brought his finger to his lips sucking it off. "Mmh," he moaned, "you're right. Delicious in every way," he winked at her.

After a couple seconds, Elena regained her composure.

"You know I'm with Stefan.. that's enough. You're just trying to get under his skin, and he's not even here," she snapped.

"Who says I'm trying to get under his skin?" He questioned raising an eyebrow. "I don't see how Stefan likes you. He's more of a vanilla kind of guy and just by looking at you.." he looked her up and down. "I can tell you are most definitely not vanilla. Feisty isn't his type. I like it though, it's hot," he stepped closer to her.

"My feisty attitude only flares up in the presence of psychopaths," she rolled her eyes continuing to work on another batch of salsa.

"Ouch," he clutched his chest. "Well consider this psychopath's feelings hurt," he made a pouting face. "Speaking of psychopaths, how well do you think you know your boyfriend?" He asked after grabbing a container of cherries from the fridge and sitting at the bar stool watching her make another batch.

"What are you talking about?" Elena asked not even glancing up at him.

"Oh you know, his childhood, where he lived before Mystic Falls, past girlfriends... eating habits?" He asked popping a cherry into his mouth.

"Um, we've dated for three years, I'm pretty sure I know just about everything," she chuckled.

"Where did he grow up?" Damon asked.

"Mystic Falls, but he moved for a couple years and came back to finish high school," she shrugged squinting at the recipe again.

"A couple years. HA," Damon chuckled. Elena opened her mouth to reply confused, but before she could get a word out, he blurted, "continue.."

"Umm he lived in New Orleans for a while, Chicago and New York City, but stayed in Chicago for a couple years. He eats just about everything and he's only mentioned two girlfriends. One was Valerie and the other was Katherine, but-"

"Katherine." He interrupted her.

"Yeah. He would never talk about her. Said she died about a year ago, why? Did you know her?" She put down her wooden spoon intrigued. He decided to be honest.

"Oh I knew Katherine. She was arrogant, selfish and manipulative. She loved Stefan, but used him again and again to get what she wanted," he paused. "But I swear she was the most beautiful and elegant creature you had ever laid eyes on. She knew how to laugh as well. When you were around her, I don't think you could ever get rid of your smile.." he trailed off obviously saying too much.

"I'm sorry.." Elena mustered.

"What do you mean?" Damon asked squinting his eyes.

"I'm really sorry for your loss. You obviously loved her too. I'm sorry," she said sincerely. Damon didn't know what to say. He sat there quietly gazing into her eyes with his mouth slightly ajar. After a couple seconds, his gaze dropped snapping out of his trance.

"I... uh.. I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight Elena," he smiled briefly catching her eyes for a mere millisecond.

Who was she?

"Goodnight!" She called after him.

Damon laid in bed for almost three hours staring at the ceiling. All he could think was her name over and over again. Elena. He cursed himself for thinking of anyone but Katherine. I mean she had died about a year ago, which is basically a couple seconds to humans, and now he was already thinking of another woman. He hated himself. Hate.

He needed a distraction. Something to get his mind off of her. Sex. Perfect. He got up ready to walk out of the house when he found himself in his brothers room. Since he was in the cellar, Elena was the only one in there, and she was sound asleep.

Walking quietly to the edge of her bed, Damon saw her necklace that he'd given her sitting on her nightstand. Giving her the fake necklace was to ensure that he could still compel her without his brother's superstition. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the vervained one that belonged to Katherine before she turned. Without thinking twice, he grabbed her replica necklace switching them out. Guilt. Stuffing the other one back in his pocket, he turned to her in her bed.

God she was so beautiful. Her chest heaved in and out slowly as her smushed face rested on her pillow. He reached out moving some of her hair from her face. He envied his brother for what he had. Jealousy. Damon grazed the back of his pointer finger down her cheek. Such smooth skin. So beautiful. After waiting there for a couple more minutes watching her sleep, he found peace and walked out laying back down and falling immediately asleep.

3rd persons POV

The party was coming sooner than planned. Elena was frantically cooking and on the phone trying to reach Stefan at the same time.

"Oh my God!" She saw Stefan coming up from the basement rubbing the back of his head. He had just woken up from his broken neck. Damon had left the door ajar for whenever he came back to life. "Where the hell were you last night? And why were you in the basement? Did you sleep down there?" She asked.

There was nothing but storage and the wine cellar down in the basement besides the old cellars from back in the day. Stefan thought for a minute.

"Uh no. I was looking for alcohol for tonight and figured I should ask you first. What do you want?" He asked.

"Not wine. This is a party, babe. Tyler and Matt are bringing the kegs and beer right now, so maybe you could go buy some Malibu, Black Velvet, Smirnoff, Mike's Hard, my favorite tequila and bourbon I guess since you and your brother are a fan of that disgusting old person drink," she shrugged.

"A lot of people you invited are fans of that disgusting old person drink," he smiled placing a kiss on her lips.

"I love you," Elena smiled leaning into his touch.

"I love you too, and I'm sorry our anniversary didn't go as planned. I will make it up to you," he smiled kissing her cheek.

"Alright. Go shower you smell.." she giggled. Stefan rolled his eyes before jogging up the stairs.

Not a moment later, the front door opened and Caroline and Bonnie came through with more than enough alcohol in their hands. Well, Stefan didn't have to go to the store anymore.

"Morning Elena!" Caroline squealed kissing her cheek.

"Morning guys! I see you brought me an anniversary present?" She raised an eyebrow at the alcohol.

"You and Stefan of course," Caroline smiled. Caroline had always had a thing for her boyfriend, and hated herself for it. It's not like she could do anything about those feelings though. He was a kind and gorgeous man. But he loved Elena.

"Where's the party?" Bonnie asked throwing her hands up in the air.

"Bonnie it's tonight," Elena laughed.

"Pre-party and after party are actually a thing, Eelena.." Bonnie shrugged.

"Pre-party is here!" The door swung open as a blonde walked through carrying a bottle of what appeared to be tequila.

Her eyes darted to Elena, and her smile disappeared.

"Katherine?" She asked skimming her eyes up and down. "I thought you were dead.." she backed up a step.

"Umm.. I'm Elena. Not Katherine?" Elena was confused. The girl nodded still a little taken back.

"Lexi," she nodded introducing herself. "Where's Stefan?" She asked.

"Showering, he should be down in a minu.." she trailed off as the girl ran up the steps.

"Um.." Bonnie looked at Elena. Elena's mouth hung open.

"Should I uh?" Elena asked.

"Yeah," her friends said in unison. Elena was about to walk up the stairs when the door flew open again. Damon walked through.

"I thought you were gonna help set up for the party. Where have you been?" Elena crossed her arms as Damon walked through the door.

"I don't fuck and tell, princess," Damon winked.

"You're disgusting.." Elena made a face.

"I know," Damon grabbed the bourbon bottle Bonnie handed her from her hand and chugged.

"Who is that?" Caroline asked.

"That's Stefan's brother, Damon Salvatore," Elena said as Damon tuned in with his hearing.

"He's hot," Caroline whispered in Elena's ear. Elena shook her head.

"Don't even try. He's an ass," Elena handed her glass to Caroline. Damon rolled his eyes.

Elena walked up the stairs, and Damon thought for a moment and followed.

Elena heard some voices upstairs and followed them to her bedroom. Standing just outside the open door, she was about to go in when someone behind her grabbed her mouth with one hand and her stomach with the other pulling her back.

Startling her, she nearly screamed. It was Damon. He brought his finger to his lips telling her to be quiet and stay put then pointed to the room and his ear as if they would hear them.

Glancing into the room, Elena saw her boyfriend sliding a shirt on bickering with the girl Lexi. Damon peeked his head right above hers watching them bicker.

"You know I just met Elena," she held up an old picture of a woman. Elena couldn't quite see it from there, but she knew it had to be Katherine since Lexi had accidentally mistaken her for Katherine.

"And? Elena is different from Katherine. I thought she was Katherine when I first saw her, but as I came to know her I realized she's nothing like Katherine. I fell," he shrugged as if it was no big deal.

Damon shook his head. He knew his brother was off his rocker. He could tell from a mile away this was all an act.

"Stefan I don't know what you're doing, but you have some serious explaining to do. I can tell you're not yourself... you're over the edge again aren't you?" She crossed her arms clearly pissed off.

Elena opened her mouth to say something to Damon, but he put his finger to her lips making a face to tell her to shut up.

"I'm not over the edge I'm fine.." he muttered.

"Stefan you know I can tell.. and you know you can't have a party tonight. It's too risky. What the hell is wrong with you? You can kill someone!" She yelled.

"And you are just going to get in my way tonight. This party must happen. It's in his best interest," he crossed his arms. Damon furrowed his brow. Who was he?

"Oh no. Tell me you're not working for him again. Ste-" cutting her off Stefan quickly vamped to her snapping her neck.

Elena gasped. Stefan's eyes shot to the door.

*hey guys sorry it took a while for the second chapter. This one is way more interesting than the first and it will only get more and more interesting, so I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review for feedback I really appreciate it! Love you guys! -Syd*