Wow… Another update. I know, it's just less than a miracle. Haha. This is all thanks to the amazing LokYa, who never gives up on me. Thanks for tweeting me into gear!

A/N: Damon in this story isn't the Damon we see in season 3 or late season 2, this is Damon pre-Elena, pre-trying to 'be the better man'. This Damon has lived for centuries taunting his brother, just because he feels like it. It's not likely going to change anytime soon in this story either...

Damon glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Stefan was still watching as his face changed and his fangs elongated, nearly breaking through his bottom lip. With a devilish smile he turned back to Elena and bit down.

Elena shrieked as she felt something sharp graze the skin on her neck, just as a shadow blurred past her and she was suddenly alone, Damon nowhere in sight. She looked around while covering the side of her neck, trying to minimize the stinging feeling with her hand. She could just about make out the shapes of Damon and Stefan, fighting each other further out among the trees. She carefully moved closer, but stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the sounds of snarling coming from the brothers. The headlights from an approaching car, coming from the other side of the small clearing, swept over them, and she could see a flash of red in Damon's eyes. He looked strange, it was as if his eyes were glowing. Her heart stopped and she inadvertently took a step back.

'What..?' she managed to say, before the snarling and fighting stopped, and they both turned to her in an almost predatory stance. They were unnaturally still; there was something animalistic about them both; gleaming red eyes and long incisors sticking out from under their top lips. Just like wolves, she found herself thinking.

Her gaze fell on Damon and he gave her an icily cold smile, and the blood drained from her face.

'Boo!' he whispered and she jumped in fear, and was just about to scream as Stefan was in front of her, his face back to normal and his hand covering her mouth.

'Elena', he said softly. 'Shh, don't scream, it's ok.'

He was looking at her intently and she felt a weird sort of calm descend on her. She nodded and he slowly released her.

'Let me have a look at your neck', he said and carefully removed her hand from the side of her throat. She looked down at her hand, which was covered in something dark and sticky.

'Blood', she whispered and felt a tiny trickle of panic push down her spine and she looked up at Stefan again, his green eyes cast in shadow.

'Don't be alarmed, Elena. You'll be fine' Stefan said soothingly and even if Elena knew she should be afraid, that she should fight and scream and panic, his soft voice made her feel warm and comforted.

There was a movement to her right and Damon came into sight. His hair was ruffled from the fight, and his normally beautiful face was contorted by pent up rage.

'You know what we have to do, Stefan. So just do it', Damon snarled at his brother, who was holding Elena's hand in his. 'Besides, your compulsion is weak, you're on a bunny diet, remember? So just do us both a favour and finish it.'

Elena looked at him, too stunned to speak, yet surprised that she still didn't fear for her life, even if she knew that Damon was talking about ending it.

Damon leaned closer to her, but was looking intently at his brother.

'She's a liability to us now, Stefan.' His voice like velvet. 'She'll talk and we'll be discovered…'

He was cut off by Stefan's fist, punching him so hard across the face; he landed a good few feet away from them. Stefan let Elena's hand go as he growled at Damon: 'No. You don't get to play God with her. She never asked for this. She never chose to know.'

Damon was back on his feet in seconds, the air literally moving around him, all the while Elena was thinking to herself; Why aren't I frightened? Why don't I scream or run?

Stefan got her attention again by saying her name, while keeping his hand against Damon's chest, to keep him away from her.

'Elena, look at me.' The green in his eyes sparkled, and Elena felt herself relax even more.

'Yes', she said, her voice docile and quiet.

'I want you to forget about what you've seen tonight. You were here with Damon, but he had to leave. There was a family emergency, so you stayed with your friends all night.'

Damon took a step closer, his voice on edge.

'What are you doing, Stefan? You know as well as I do, the only thing to do is to kill her. So do it.'

Stefan looked at him in disgust.

'I'm just saving us from complications. Uncle Zach was in a frenzy because Elena's father came over to the boarding house looking for vervain for his family. For Elena in particular.'

Elena looked between them with a detached curiosity. Vervain? Uncle Zach and her father? There was something she was missing, but she didn't understand what.

Stefan continued as Damon was still quiet.

'If you kill Elena, we're as good as dead. Grayson Gilbert knows about us. He knows about you.'

Damon looked away, into the distance where a young couple was busy making out against a fallen tree trunk. He smiled ruefully.

'And you think I care, because…?'

Stefan sighed.

'Self-preservation, if nothing else.' What Stefan really wanted to ask, he kept to himself, knowing it would only serve as a catalyst to Damon's unpredictable persona. The question was; why hadn't Damon just finished Elena off himself? Stefan knew his brother never thought twice before getting rid of anyone posing a threat to him. Yet, here Elena still was; alive and in one piece.

Damon grimaced and nodded to Elena.

'Fine, do whatever you like with her.' He turned his back to them and picked up the, by now, half empty whiskey bottle from the ground, where Elena had dropped it earlier.

Elena opened her eyes with a confused look on her face.

'Stefan?' she said as her gaze focused on him.

'Hey', Stefan answered with a smile. 'Just thought I'd let you know, something's come up, so Damon had to leave and I have to go with him. Could you tell Caroline I'm sorry, she should be able to get a ride home with Bonnie.' Stefan's smile was broad and genuine. 'You go with them and you'll be safe.'

'There was a family emergency', Elena stated, wondering at the same time how she could know this information.

Elena looked over to where Bonnie and Caroline were sitting, perched on a fallen tree trunk. She looked back at Stefan, trying to see if Damon was behind him somewhere. But he was nowhere to be seen.

'Yes,' Stefan replied. 'Yes, there was a family emergency.'

'Oh, ok.' She said, feeling a bit empty. 'I hope everything's fine.'

Stefan nodded at her.

'It'll be all right. I'll see you soon, Elena.' He inclined his head and walked off, into the shadows leaving Elena standing there, not really knowing what to think. She had no recollection of when Stefan had showed up and Damon had left. And she was sure she hadn't drunk that much. She wasn't a light weight, like Bonnie. She glanced at her friends and back into the woods where Stefan had disappeared to, then turned and joined Caroline and Bonnie by the camp fire.

'Don't tell me you haven't thought about what her blood would taste like, ever since you saw her? Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about her doe eyes and her soft skin against yours.' Damon pushed Stefan further out of sight from the group gathered by the old cemetery with every syllable. 'Don't tell me that Elena's not making you think about how good it would feel to just rip into her and feed on her until there isn't a single drop of blood left inside of her. I know I have.' Damon's eyes were glowing in the dark and Stefan felt a twinge of fear for the young girl with the warm eyes and kind smile.

He had watched her from afar the past few days, and the more he saw of her, the more he realized that she was an amazing person. Nothing like her doppelganger, the selfish and shallow Katherine that he and his brother had fought over, for over a century ago.

Seeing her in his brother's arms had near enough suffocated him. And when Damon almost sunk his fangs into her neck, he'd been forced to do something about it. She wasn't just another one of Damon's playthings. There was something about her, something entirely good.

Damon turned Stefan around so they were both watching the young girls talking and laughing on the other side of the clearing.

'I mean, just look at her', he purred in Stefan's ear. 'Doesn't she just look good enough to eat?'

Stefan forced himself to look away. He hadn't so much as tasted human blood in over fifty years, and he wasn't about to start now. Especially not here and now, not around Damon. He felt his brother's spitefulness crash into him in waves of resentment, and he shook his head to rid himself of the smell of Elena's blood lingering in his nostrils.

'They're human beings, Damon', he said, more for his own benefit than Damon's.

'Yea, like that matters to us', Damon scoffed. 'We're vampires, in case you've forgotten, we don't care about humans. We eat them and then we leave.' Damon circled Stefan slowly, like a predator around his prey. 'Or have your strict dietary rules made you forget that's how we really live?'

'Just leave Elena out of it.' Stefan said quietly. 'You can't hurt her, so just leave her alone.'

'Fine, so I can't kill her, but I can still have fun with her.' Damon said, visibly unmoved by what Stefan had just told him.

'Doesn't it ever get old?' Stefan sighed. 'Compelling women to sleep with you?'

Damon threw his head back in mock laughter.

'You think I compelled Elena to get what I wanted?' he leaned in and whispered in Stefan's ear. 'She was practically gagging for it.' Stefan clenched his jaw at the thought of Elena anywhere near his brother, but said nothing.

Damon sauntered of towards his car, leaving Stefan staring at Elena smiling at Caroline and Bonnie, all three of them dancing and singing along to the music.

'You know, jealousy is such an ugly emotion.' Damon smirked at Stefan, before getting into his car and driving off.

Walking out of her bathroom, dressed in her pyjama, which consisted of a dark blue cami and a pair of short shorts with various Disney characters scattered on them, she nearly had a heart attack as she saw a dark figure lying across her bed.

She started and blinked, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

'Damon,' she exclaimed. 'What are you doing here?' She inadvertently glanced towards the door that led to the upstairs hallway, and most importantly, her parents' bedroom.

'Don't worry,' Damon smirked. 'I took the precaution to lock the door. Hope you don't mind.'

Elena shook her head and slowly sat down on the bed, suddenly aware of what she was wearing. She started picking at the quilt her grandmother had made for her, trying to hide her shorts behind it. Damon chuckled lightly and gave her a once over, making her blush.

'Cute PJ's.'

Elena scowled at him.

'Well, I wasn't really expecting anyone sneaking into my room like this.'

Damon sat up facing her, tracing her jaw line with his fingers. She shivered from his touch, and he smiled.

'I didn't think you'd mind, seeing as I had to leave you so suddenly.'

She looked up at him and met his eyes. They were deep azure blue with a darker ring around them. And they captivated her. His fingers reached her mouth and her lips parted almost without thought. Damon leaned in and gave her a soft kiss and she closed her eyes. She felt his hand winding around her hair and she slid her hands along his thighs, compelling a slow moan to escape his lips and his tongue demanded entry, deepening the kiss. He tasted different to anything she'd ever known, like how she'd imagined the wind against her face on a cold winter's morning; cool and crisp and delicious.

Elena gasped against his mouth as his other hand found her waist and pulled her closer to him. A wave of heat coursed through her body and she grabbed his shirt to get closer to him. In a moment of yearning, she pressed her hands against his stomach and pushed him back against the bed and placed herself on top of him. She opened her eyes and searched for his; they were darkened by his desire and the hard bulge beneath his jeans was rubbing against her core. Elena felt a surge of triumph race through her.

She proceeded to unbutton the shirt he was wearing as his hands caressed the sides of her legs to her waist. He slowly eased his way to the front of her top and Elena stopped what she was doing long enough for him to slide her camisole over her head.

Damon groaned and grabbed Elena's tiny waist and rubbed himself against her. Her pert little breasts were perfect− taut nipples practically begging him to take them into his mouth and taste them. But he kept perfectly still on his back, letting Elena finish taking his shirt off.

Her eyes greedily took him in and he was enjoying the moment. He knew he looked good; prominent chest, strong arms and a narrow waist, his low hung jeans showing off the dip under his hipbones that girls seemed to go crazy over. Elena wasn't an exception. She eagerly trailed her fingers along the muscles on his chest and the hard planes of his stomach.

Damon tried to sit up, but yet again she pushed him back, a naughty glint in her eye, so he indulged her, amused by the fact that the fire he'd seen in her that first night was slowly resurfacing. He could have very easily gotten the upper hand, but this was something new to him. She wasn't compelled− not by him at least, and if Stefan would have had his way, there was no way Elena would be straddling him semi naked as she were right at this moment. Concentrating on how to best annoy Stefan with this information, Damon successfully ignored that little voice in the back of his head whispering to him that this girl was doing more than just having her way with him right now. She was doing so much more, worming her way inside his head, breaking down the resistance he'd built up for centuries.

Instead, as she started planting soft kisses along his stomach, slowly tracing her way towards the waist of his jeans, fumbling with the buttons− he pretended that he was the one pushing her into this. That voice was soon drowned out by his moans as she took him in her mouth, her soft little mouth engulfing him, sucking greedily on him, making him grow large and pulsating.

Damon ground himself against her wet hot mouth, her tongue gliding up and down his cock. He was holding on to her hair with both his hands, mesmerized by her and the sheer beauty of her, doing such naughty things to him of her own free will.

Her own free will.

Damon groaned even louder and Elena reached out to touch his lips with her fingers, a nervous smile on her lips.

'Shh,' she pleaded with him. Fuck, he'd forgotten her parents were around, but he couldn't let her stop now. Once again she slid his cock into her warm mouth, this time sucking down so hard he got goose bumps all over his body because it felt so damn good. One of her hands cupped him carefully and his breath caught.

'Mygod,' he moaned quietly and pushed himself further inside her mouth and back out again, while she gave his balls a careful massage. 'Harder.' His voice was husky from pent up desire as she complied.

Elena felt the power she held over him, just like Caroline had preached to her so many times. 'Go down on a guy and he's like putty in your hands', was her mantra, Caroline followed it religiously herself and it seemed to be working out really well for her. And now, glancing up at Damon, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted, she understood what Caroline had meant. She felt powerful and in absolute control.

She slid her tongue along his shaft, in a long lingering movement, swirling her tongue around the silky smooth tip of his cock before filling her mouth with all of him, instantly awarded by a tiny shudder from him.

Elena started to stroke his shaft in opposite direction from her moving mouth. At first she was slowly caressing him, gradually picking up pace, going faster and faster. Damon's silent moans came closer after one another, his body shaking slightly. He mumbled something she couldn't quite catch at first, but as she picked up the pace, his mumbling grew louder.

'Elena. Elena.' She heard from under his breath. Chills of excitement ran down her spine, she was doing this to him. She, Elena Gilbert was rendering the worldlier Damon Salvatore speechless. She kept up the pace, not slowing down and eventually she could feel small convulsions along his shaft, and she saw beads of sweat trickling down his temples and along his neck. His whole body stiffened and she sensed instinctively that this was it; this was what they'd been working up for. His hands snaked themselves into her hair, keeping her head still, but she kept stroking him hard and fast. His breathing was uncontrolled and his moans loud enough to freak her out a bit that Jeremy, or even worse, her parents would hear. He moved his hips fast against her, filling her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe.

All of a sudden, Damon's body jerked stiff and she felt warm liquid fill her mouth. Damon sighed deeply and his cock seemed to pulsate in her mouth. She swallowed, just as Caroline had instructed her to do. Elena wasn't overly thrilled by the taste, but the goofy look on Damon's face made her kind of enjoy it especially since it seemed to give him pleasure, and she wanted to please him, like he'd done for her before.

Damon pulled her up towards his chest, stroking her hair from her face, so gently, it made her blush.

'Where did you learn to do that?' he asked, hoarsely.

Elena casually shrugged her shoulders, as if to say it was no big deal. But his eyes demanded an explanation so she drew a shaky breath.

'I've never done it before.' She could feel her cheeks turn crimson. 'Gone down on a guy before, I mean.'

Damon made a sound, deep in his throat, making his chest vibrate against Elena's ear and she shivered with delight of being the one responsible for his obvious contentment.

'There's no way…' he said in a low voice, but stopped himself. He looked down at her and let himself surrender for a moment to the energy that crackled like fire between them, even now when he was sated and relaxed. This was usually his cue to leave, but he didn't want to. Elena's warm body against his felt right. And once again he touched on the subject that he hadn't compelled her to act like this. Elena had done this on her own accord, and he kind of liked it. His insides suddenly went cold. He shouldn't feel like this. He had to get out of here.

Damon moved out of the bed swiftly, leaving Elena once again feeling vulnerable and naked on her bed. She wasn't having it this time.

'Why do you always leave me?' she snapped, while quickly putting her camisole back on. 'Why can't you just stay around like a normal boyfriend would?'

Damon slowly turned to her, an unreadable look on his face. He was half dressed, with only a few buttons left to button on his shirt. Before he answered he straightened the collar out.

'Boyfriend? Oh honey, I think you're mistaking me for my brother. I don't play house. This is what you get with me, take it or leave it.' He looked down on her, his chin slightly raised as if to challenge her to take him on.

All of a sudden− afterwards she would try to figure out how this happened− he had her against the wall, her arms above her head and their bodies flush against each other. She felt him harden as he pressed himself closer to her, and his breath was hot against her neck.

'I like you', he whispered hoarsely. 'Don't ruin it.' He trained his eyes on hers and leaned in and kissed her roughly. Against her will, her body responded to his advances and she let him slip his tongue in between her lips. He let her go as suddenly as he had seized her and smirked down at her. There was a spark of triumph glittering in his eyes.

'I'll see you tomorrow, Elena.'

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