Hey guys, quick update! My muse (and time!) has been good to me today. Hope you enjoy!

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Elena leant against the front door, watching Damon walk away, exceptionally pleased that she now had a date for tomorrow. Smiling as he looked back at her, she could not help but feel proud that someone older and so drop-dead gorgeous was interested in her. The fact that she had made out with him when she barely knew who he was did not bother her, although the sensible girl within her knew it should. When she entered the house however, she realised that her brother did not share her sentiment.

"Elena what were you thinking?!" Jeremy approached her as soon as she had closed the door.

Elena sighed; she had known he would react like this. Her brother, although younger than her had always assumed the role of her protector. She appreciated this, but she was 16 and he had to realise that what she had done was her choice. "Thanks for your concern Jeremy, but seriously, this has nothing to do with you."

He shook his head at her and began pacing the hallway, an act befitting a parent as opposed to a sibling. "You are my sister and I care about you. What am I supposed to think when I come home to find you wrapped around an older man, with your tongue down his throat?"

Elena sucked in a breath, remembering exactly how it had felt to be 'wrapped around' Damon and felt herself flushing at the thought. Luckily for her, Jeremy did not seem to notice and continued with his lecture.

"I mean do you even know him?"

Elena rolled her eyes, rapidly losing her patience. "I know that he is a gentleman who wanted to walk me home."

"Oh yeah, before getting into your bedroom," Jeremy scoffed. His expression soon softened however, when he noticed Elena looked hurt. "Look Lena, I'm sorry okay. I just worry about you."

Elena wanted to be mad at Jeremy for his outburst, wanted to shout and scream and tell him to leave her alone, but she found herself walking towards him and hugging him. She knew he meant well. Drawing back she looked up at him and sighed.

"I know you worry Jer, but please understand something: I had this connection with Damon..." Elena paused, trying to find the words to explain just how amazing she had felt when they had been together. She had never experienced such passion from a mere touch, never been completely lost in a kiss...

"When I was with Matt, everything was always predictable. I met Damon and he took my breath away." Elena continued, whilst Jeremy stood still, listening patiently.

"He walked me home and we talked; God, it felt so easy with him." Elena could not help but smile at the memory of how she and Damon had strolled through the streets, chatting as if they hadn't a care in the world. "We got home and I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted to kiss him..." Elena's heart fluttered at the thought of wanting a stranger; it had felt like an adventure. "I want to know him Jer, and I will." She looked to Jeremy for some sign that he understood, pleased when he nodded his acceptance.

"Just be careful Elena."

Smiling warmly, Elena hugged her brother once more and headed up the stairs to her room, her thoughts trailing away to the mysterious stranger who had stolen her heart.

Damon paced his bedroom, his mind filled with many conflicting thoughts and feelings. He loved Katherine and had done for 145 years. The only reason he was back in this pitiful excuse for a town was so that he could finally be reunited with her. She was in the tomb and in a couple of months when the comet returned he would be able to save her. Then, they could get the hell out of dodge and share eternity together like she had always promised.

Elena didn't mean anything to him, she couldn't. Yeah he had kissed her, just like he had kissed hundreds of girls. She was no different to the women who always threw themselves at him, those women who he drank for fun and left for dead. Just another girl.

Just another beautiful girl. Damon moaned as the moments of their kiss flooded his thoughts, heralding the absolute fact that Elena had to mean at least something to him. The way she had run her hands through his hair... The way she had whimpered as he pressed himself against her... The way he had wanted to take her there and then, against the wall of her house...

Just another girl. He tried to reason with himself, almost ashamed that he, Damon Salvatore, was obsessing over a 16 year old. But if she meant nothing to him then why didn't he just leave it at a kiss and a fondle? In all honesty, Damon did not know why he had agreed to meet Elena again.

"Now Damon, what would life be without a little danger?" he replayed her question in his head, smirking at the irony embedded within it; if only she knew the half of it. But what intrigued him most about her words was their resounding similarity to his own. He could not help but smile as his mind wandered back to their real first meeting. She had looked so beautiful in the moonlight and he had definitely charmed her.

"So Damon, tell me, what is it that I want?" She asked him, her doe eyes daring him to answer. He found himself lost in them for a second, their intensity a window to her soul, her innocence. After 145 years of being a vampire, Damon had almost forgotten what true humanity looked like; but there it was, clear as the night sky under which they stood. He had taken a deep breath and told her what she wanted. He knew that as fact, because in truth it was exactly what he had wanted as a human.

"You want a love that consumes you." He began to walk forwards, never once looking away from her. She stared deeply into his eyes, willing him to continue with a look of pure curiosity and wonder. "You want passion, an adventure... And even a little danger." He smirked at her and she paused, lost for words.

She hadn't once looked away from him, she had been captivated. Even Damon had to admit that in those few minutes they had shared, he had forgotten all about Katherine. All he knew and felt was Elena and for one moment in time he had forgotten who he was, what he was. Their perfect little moment had ended as he compelled her, but little had he known that his own words would later draw her back to him in a fated second meeting.

He sighed, brushing his hand through his already ruffled hair. He knew he loved Katherine, but he could not deny that he had a connection with Elena; far more than the other girls. He had a few months before he could free his true love and using that as justification, Damon concluded that for now, he may as well have some fun.

Elena stood in front of the full length mirror, taking in her appearance. She had tried on at least ten different outfits at home before settling on this one. She had to make an impression and giving her reflection a grin, she decided she was ready.

When she reached the Grill, Elena was suddenly aware that she had butterflies in her stomach. She paused for a moment, composing herself before entering. When she went through the door she spotted him instantly; he was sat on his usual barstool and sipping on a glass of Bourbon. She allowed her eyes to drift over him, noticing that he was wearing a tight grey shirt and a pair of black jeans that were even tighter. As if he could sense her gaze, he turned to look at her. Elena could have sworn she saw his eyes widen.

Damon had sensed her as soon as she had entered the bar, her familiar scent of honeysuckle and vanilla calling his name. He shifted to face her and instantly felt warmth spread through him. She had curled her hair, the subtle waves framing her face and accentuating her doe eyes beautifully. His focus lowered to her dress and he liked very much what he saw. It was midnight blue and clung to her body in all the right places. Damon let his gaze wander hungrily over her breasts and further down, to where the hemline stopped just short of her knees. To complete the look she had on a pair of heels that made her posture all the more desirable.

Elena had blushed as soon as she realised Damon was checking her out and his expression was enough to send her pulse racing; it was full of desire. His eyes snapped back up to hers and she smiled, walking over to where he was sitting.

"Hey," she greeted him, seating herself on the barstool next to him and flashing a grin.

"Hello again, Elena." He replied, breathing her name in a way that warmed her very core. His eyes once again looked her up and down, a smirk curving his lips. "You are looking very nice."

Elena smiled at the compliment, pleased that she had made an impression on her older mystery man. "Thank you," she began, trying her best to keep her calm façade and not giggle like the schoolgirl she was. "You look nice too."

Damon smirked, it wasn't exactly news to him that he was good looking. History and a long list of tridelts was evidence to that. Nevertheless, he thanked Elena for her compliment and allowed his eyes to once again wander down her neck, to the teasing rise of her breasts. He felt himself stiffen instantly in his pants.

"So, umm... Do you want to get a table?" Elena asked, aware that as a 16 year old she should not really be sat at the bar. Her breath hitched as Damon's cerulean eyes found hers.

"Sounds good," he replied, enjoying the obvious effect he had on her. He glanced over to a booth in the corner and gestured towards it. "Over there. Somewhere private where we won't be disturbed."

Sensing the hidden meaning in his statement, Elena instantly felt heat pooling low in her belly. They walked over to the booth and took their seats, Damon settling himself opposite her. Whilst they perused the menu, they engaged in small-talk, with Elena asking him how his day had been.

Can't complain. Went for a walk in the forest, met a young man who was lost... Subsequently ate young man and was most disappointed to get blood on my John Varvatos shirt. Went home, washed shirt, changed and am now sat opposite a delicious looking young woman.

"Oh you know, same old, same old." Damon smirked as he gave his answer, but couldn't help noticing Elena's expression fall slightly at his rather dismissive response. "But it is so much better now that I am here. With you."

Instantly, her eyes brightened and she blushed, something she clearly had a habit of doing. The sight of the warmth in her cheeks made Damon's fangs ache and he wondered what heaven her blood would taste like. God he was glad he had good will-power.

Before long, the waitress came over and asked if they were ready to order. Elena ordered a cheeseburger and a diet coke. After taking Elena's order, the waitress tossed her long blonde hair and focused entirely on Damon.

"See anything you like darling?"

Whilst Elena was pissed off that the server was practically hitting on her date, she couldn't say she was surprised. Damon was gorgeous and any woman would be eager to have a piece of him. She sighed and looked down at her hands, convinced that she was no competition for an older and sexier specimen.

"Yes, I do. She is sitting right in front of me." Damon began, his words causing Elena's butterflies to do somersaults. "Bourbon, neat. And I will also have a cheeseburger."

Clearly offended by his lack of interest, the blonde stood up straight and walked off. Elena felt positively joyous at what Damon had said. She gazed at his lips as they curved up into a smile.

"So Elena, tell me about you."

There we go! Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. From here is where the good stuff begins... Let's just say in the next chapter Elena may or may not find out that her mystery man is in fact a vampire. How will she find out and how will she react? Check back in time to see ;)

Amy xox