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Damon sat a chair waiting for his brother. His hair was messy all over his head because of all the times he ran his hands through it. He wore a dark blue silk button up and black ripped jeans and black boots. He was waiting impatiently for his brother to make his appearance so he could leave. He didn't want to be at The Grill forever and had plans of watching Nightmare before Christmas. That was one of his favorite movies and he hadn't seen it in so long. That was his plans for the day after work but his brother called before he walked Carol into his office. What five minutes of them arguing wouldn't kill?

"Excuse me, Mr. Salvatore."

Damon looked up and noticed Stacey. She was a young dark brown haired girl that had eyes of blue, like his. She was one of his regular patients and she loved flirting with him, that was until Caroline would step in and tell her that Damon was hers. Stacey would back off for the time being. She had a nice body but she was too busty. Her breast were fake, rebuilt by a far away distant doctor and when she first came to see Damon. She was pregnant; pregnant no more. She had a abortion and moved away.

Damon guessed she was back.

"Yes."

Stacey tossed her hair over her shoulder before she leaned down. Her cleavage was pushed together in his face. Damon didn't want to be rude and stare so just reminded himself that they were fake and looked in Stacey's blue eyes.

"I was wondering if I could schedule a appointment in three days. I'm visiting in town because I'm trying to find a a house to buy. I plan on moving back..." Stacey trailed on and Damon tuned her out. He was craning his neck to look over her. He was hoping to see his brother. He really wanted to get this over with."...I guess I'll just show up at your office. Bye Doc." Stacey waved him away and left. Damon didn't care or notice. He was to busy trying to find his brother and when he found him. He was not liking it.

Stefan had on a white shirt and blue jeans and black boots. His hair was spiked up as usual. The Stefan Salvatore look.

Yuck.

Stefan was winking and smiling at all the women. Even Stacey. She cringed and flipped him off with her middle finger. Not caring that people were looking at her. It was whatever at this point.

Stefan sat down across from Damon and looked at him. Smiling his usual smile.

Sinister and evil.

"Hello, brother." Stefan said with a smirk. He was trying to do Damon's smirk but it wasn't even close. His green eyes weren't sparkling as Damon's always did.

Stefan had green eyes. Damon's were blue.

Har, Har, for Stefan.

"Brother." Damon nodded his head at him and didn't even mind that a waitress was trying to shove her breast in his face. She placed the drink down and continued to do it. Damon waved her away and she slammed the other drink down. Not ever caring that the glass could have broken. "How are you?" Damon was trying to force a smile. He hated it but he was not going to let his brother affect him like this.

"Good. I'm getting married. Plus I'm fucking someone else on the side. Same old same old." Stefan picked up the cup and took a swig of the drink. His throat burned but he shook the burn sensation away.

"Who's this new girl?" Damon felt bad for the girl that was going to marry his brother. He wished he knew who it was because he was going to warn her, but not like she was going to listen. Damon had the evil sinister look to him while Stefan looked innocent. No girl would believe him.

"Now, now I don't need you telling on me like you did the last time. She didn't believe you and assumed you were trying to make her cheat on me after I told her that Anna story."

Damon gritted his teeth and locked his jaw.

"I was with Anna. You tricked her and fucked her." Damon was so close into banging his hands on the table but he didn't want any attention so lowered his voice. "She loved me and I hate the fucking fact that you took her away from me. You rot in hell."

Stefan shook his head and leaned forward. "No. I'll meet you there first. I have to go though. My other girlfriend needs me. She's young and so stupid. She knows I have a girlfriend. Well she thinks I have one." Stefan scoffed and rolled his eyes before he started laughing. "I told her I have just a girlfriend that I'm trying to leave. She's supportive you know. I love that about her. She's so limber and tight and she likes it no matter how rough I give it to her." Stefan smiled before he got up and pushed back the chair. "I'll see you at the wedding, brother. October 10th. Three months from now."

Damon stood up too. He was hating this and hated how he let his brother ran over him.

Stefan turned to leave.

"You know, she's going to find out about your other girl." Damon said with a straight face. He so hoped so.

Stefan turned to face him again, his chest vibrating with laughter.

"No. she never will. I'm a college teacher. She never shows up to my job. I got this handled." Stefan rose up his hands and clapped them together. "I'm fucking twisted. I got everything under control." Stefan laughed before he walked out of The Grill.

Damon watched as his brother left.

He hoped that she would.

He was going to find Stefan's fiancee, tell her about Stefan and everything that he was doing. He was going to save her from his brother.

He had too.

;..;

Elena walked into The Grill, fuming mad. She called Vicki but Vicki didn't answer. She was probably out clubbing. Or something.

Elena needed to vent and wanted to rant. But there was no one to vent and rant too. She only had one friend, which was Vicki, and she was busy. Elena might need a drink at The Grill and that's where she was going.

She walked into the bar and sat down at a table by herself. A waitress walked over to her and Elena ordered. She ordered for scotch on the rocks, a lime or two. She was going to drink and get over it.

The waitress left and Elena wove her hands through her hair. She felt so...lonely. Even though she was with Stefan and was soon to be marrying him. She felt..ugly.

She had long dark hair that reached her breast. She wore a red halter and black pants. She had on regular old shoes. She didn't feel like dressing up. She wore 36B. She had no curves. Not like Vicki.

Urghh!

"Hello are you sitting alone?"

Elena turned her head to look at who was speaking to her.

She was speechless.

He was so breathtaking.

He had long dark hair that reached around his ears. It was all over his head as he looked at her with his blue eyes, they were piercing into her, into her body to her soul. He had on a dark blue button up and black jeans. That's all she noticed, he was sitting down.

"Yeah I am. I was just going to drink." Elena moved her hand over the table, forgetting there was no cups.

The man nodded and moved his hands over the table he was sitting at.

"Can I sit with you?" He asked. His voice was bedroom-y and Elena was starting to get turned on.

She was a virgin and knew about the human body and knew when you got turned on you were wet, if you were a girl.

So she was very turned on.

"Sure. I'm alone." Elena said with a smile and watched as he got up and walked over towards her table. She didn't mean to but did. She saw his backside and nice backside it was. Better than Stefan's.

Oh yeah!

He sat down across from her and smiled.

He looked so freaking-fucking hot up close.

"I'm Elena Gilbert." Elena straighten out her hand and waited for him to shake it.

The man did and he said with his best reply.

"I'm Damon, Elena. Nice to meet you."

He rolled her name in his mouth and Elena shivered.

Damon noticed it and smiled.

"I usually don't sit with girls like this in a bar. But I just needed some company." Damon looked down and pulled back his hand. He placed them on the table and looked over Elena. Her long dark hair, pretty dark brown eyes, nice lips. His erection was stirring in his pants and he was quite liking the fact that he could get an erection. Last one he ever had was with Anna.

"I did too." Elena looked at him and noticed something in his eyes. Even though he looked like he was flirting with her. She read something behind his eyes that she noticed often in her eyes when she looked in the mirror at her reflection.

Loneliness. Lost. Vulnerability.

"So, what is a man like you doing in a place like this?" Elena motioned to the bar they where in. She wasn't sure where she was getting the confidence from to talk to this guy but she was liking it. She never had the guts to talk to a guy before. She'd usually stammer and ramble before she gave up and walked away. This was a big improvement.

"Drinking. I had to meet my brother but he's such a fucking ass that it wasn't as long as planned. I was hoping to go home and watch Nightmare before Christmas."

Elena's mouth nearly dropped open.

"Nightmare before Christmas? That's my favorite movie. This is Halloween. This is Halloween. Halloween. Halloween...every year..."

Damon's blue eyes were sparkling.

"...every night...I'm the one hiding under your stairs. Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair."

The both of them chuckled and laughed. Their eyes were wet from laughter.

They died down their laughter. They were enjoying themselves and they weren't even drinking yet.

"I love that movie. Completely romantic." Elena sighed and wafted her face. Her happy tears were streaming down her face.

"Yeah. I just love it. I only watch it when I'm feeling down." He wasn't sure why he was revealing this with her, but he felt a connection with her. Something about her eyes.

"I just like watching it. I love most of Tim Burton's work. He's a very brilliant guy."

Damon nodded his head and looked up when the waitress walked over.

The waitress smiled at them both before putting Elena's drink down and leaving.

Elena took a sip and then stuck out her tongue.

Sour and Yuck.

Elena placed the drink back down.

"So what are you plans after this?" Damon hoped that this wasn't the last time that he saw her. Her face was natural and it wasn't painted with makeup. She looked gross but in a good way. Most girls that he had seen; had vast amounts of make-up on their face and their hair was over the top. Elena, on the other hand, looked normally hot. She was wearing a red halter and black pants. The red halter hugged her body and showed off a little mid-drift. The pants hugged her hips and flared out at the end. It was nice.

Way nice!

"Drinking the rest of this and going home to watch Nightmare before Christmas. You?"

"Go home and do the same. Snuggle up with some popcorn. The works."

Elena smiled and took another sip of her drink, except she kept drinking.

The glass was half way empty when she put it down.

"Wow, you can handle a drink."

She reminded him of Caroline.

Elena laughed and pushed the drink away from her.

"I can handle a lot more, but I love scotch. I can handle a cup. Three or four and I'm your slave." Elena laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

Damon laughed as well. His mood from this morning was starting to clear up.

His gloomy day was looking up for him.

"Damon, your going be watching the same movie as me. Why not I come over and watch it with you. If your girlfriend minds..."

Damon shook his head.

"I'm single. No girlfriend or fiancee. Why not at your house?" Damon was actually liking her idea.

"I don't want to be at home right now. I had a bad morning and afternoon."

"I see. I guess the day is looking up for us both."

Elena stood up and Damon did also.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

Stefan is such a dick. Next will be Elena and Damon after that. This will be a little longer. I can't wait. Oh I warn there will be a sex scene, but it's not the one we hoping for.

I will warn like I did with Call her Mrs. Gilbert at the beginning of the chapter.

DomO