A/N: Your reviews last chapter pleased the both of us no end. (No, I mean, seriously; Danny was on such a high. Bless him, he's pure love. ;D) But, this chapter's pretty obvious I guess. So.. I'll let you get onto that and. REVIEW. Please. (A)

Chapter Four: Use Your Love

He was a bit surprised when she responded to his kiss, but he was glad. His arms were still around her, and his lips were still on hers when he heard the familiar. The very familiar voice. The voice he was dreading to hear. The voice of Stefan Salvatore.

"Hello Damon.. Elena." Damon almost immediately broke the kiss and let his hands drop to his side.

Well, this was going to be awkward, but before he got to reply to his brother, he was already gone.

"God damn it!" Life just loved to be cruel to him.

He punched one of the tree trunks, but not hard enough to make the tree fall. He leaned against one of the trees, and watched the place where Stefan had been standing. Why did he care about what he thought anyways? No, that wasn't it. He didn't care what Stefan thought. He cared what Elena thought, though.

Elena's eyes fluttered to a close and she gave into Damon, fully and completely. The instantly their lips touched something happened to her, it was as if she'd been craving this kiss, but simply not knowing it until the moment their lips had interacted with one another's. She was sure that nothing could break her away from him now, not anything and not anyone. Well, that was banking on the fact that her boyfriend wouldn't catch her in the act with Damon... Stefan's voice boomed through the trees and Elena immediately froze both her and Damon pulling apart without a moment's notice. Elena couldn't quite believe her eyes, she had no idea what to think.. What to say. In all honesty, her head was still whirling from hers and Damon's kiss.

"Stefan.." she choked.

God. He thought he was done being a fool, yet there he was. Hearing her say Stefan's name was breaking his heart, not that he'd ever admit it even under a death threat. He left the spot by the tree and began walking back towards the house. It was true. He would always be the second best. Well, he wasn't going to sit around and cry about it. Thanks God, vampire could turn off their feelings. That's one of the things he loved about his life. He could just be a cold, heartless bastard without feeling bad about it. Well, he guessed it was back to the beginning. Back to being the dangerous, sexy, pain in the arse Damon. The brother of her boyfriend that annoyed the crap out of everyone and everyone hated him except for the girls that wanted to sleep with him. Could life get more simple?

Stefan just watched them both, his eyes didn't even flicker towards Damon's distraught figure, it seemed as if he was completely calm, as if he'd just saw her and Damon fixing a jigsaw or something like that; not about to have a full-blown make out sess with him. Stefan's silence scared her more than any angry outburst of words or even actions ever could. Why didn't he just say something already? Anything...

"Well.." Stefan said simply, his eyes boring into hers.

And Elena couldn't help it, she looked back, in the direction Damon had turned but soon snapped her eyes back to Stefan upon his next sentence.

"Go, Elena... I.. Just go," Stefan dismissed, looking down then turning away from her.

Elena spared him a pleading glance while whispering his name before turning and heading after Damon.

As he walked into the house, he unbuttoned his shirt. He felt hot, and needed whisky. And whisky he got. From the kitchen. Once he drunk like half of the bottle, he started singing the song he made up earlier on.

"Oh Elena, Elena, you'll bring me and Stefan to the arena, your body's like hyena's." He wasn't even sure if he sang the right words, but he sang as loud as he could and didn't really care who heard him and what they thought.

He wanted to feel carefree and awesome. Just like he used to before Elena decided to come along and make him fall for her. Stefan can have her, he'll survive. He already had his love. Whisky. And pleasure.? Yeah, he could get that from any girl he wanted. All it took was a bit of compulsion. Simple. Life was simple if you thought of it this way.

Elena needed to find Damon. He couldn't just.. Just kiss her and then take off again, it didn't make sense, why the hell would he do that? The boarding house wasn't very far from where she was at all, plus from going over there so many times Elena knew short cuts through the woods anyway. She trained her mind not to think of Stefan and all of the hurt she'd caused him, she didn't want to think about that right now; all she wanted was to get this over with and sorted with Damon. Then, she could decide what the hell she was going to do about Damon. finally, she was there. Elena raised her hand to knock, but realised the door was already ajar. So she slipped through the gap and into the living room to find a very much drunk Damon. She frowned.

"Damon.."

He was at the stage when he was standing on the sofa, singing along to the music that was playing on the CD player with a bottle of whisky in his hand when he heard her. He frowned slightly, before turning around to see her. He smirked like a mad man, before drinking some of the whisky.

"Why hello! Join the party. " A song "bad boys - bob Marley" came on, and Damon suddenly disappeared from the sofa, and appeared outside the railings on the first floor, dancing, with his shirt still unbuttoned.

Right now, he was too drunk to think about the reason for her coming here, actually he was too drunk to even care about that reason.

Why hadn't Elena noticed the music booming from the stereo? She really was in another world right now. Elena wasn't quite sure what emotion she should feel right now. Hurt: Because Damon had seemed to have forgotten the moment that they'd shared mere minutes ago? Anger: Because he seemed to be all but plain ignoring it. Or, happiness? No, not happiness, bliss. Maybe she should just take the alcohol and dance with Damon. It couldn't hurt, right? But Elena being Elena, she had other ideas. She walked over to the counter, grabbed a bottle of vodka and after casting a roll of her eyes over to Damon she made her way upstairs and into his room.

He kept on dancing and singing along, pretending not to care one bit about her moving about the house, but he did keep an eye on her and he frowned as she proceeded into his room. HIS room. He raised his eyebrow and turned around to see her walking through the door, and almost fell down since he was outside the railings. But he caught the railings just in time. He jumped over the railings, drank some of the whisky from the bottle, before walking up to the door and leaning against the door frame. Another song came on.

"Perfect - Hedley." Oh, the irony. He decided to sing along. Not even to her. Just singing along. "Falling a thousand feet per second, you still take me by surprise. I just know we can't be over. I can see it in your eyes."

Where the hell did that song come from? And why was it on HIS CD player.?

The floorboards sighed under the weight of her body as she continued onwards; Elena wasn't fat, i fact, she was really quite thin; the floorboards just seemed to be unwelcoming to her tonight, today, or whatever. Everything seemed to be unwelcome to her today. Well, that is apart from Damon's very smooth and very kissable lips... Stop it, Elena! She scolded herself, shaking her head once before proceeding onwards through the door and into his bedroom. Elena padded over to his rather large bed and plonked herself upon the end of it. She sighed deeply before opening the bottle and downing a fair amount. Elena winced and bit back the sour taste before raising her brows to Damon, looking at him.

"Yes, Damon?" Elena murmured.

Damon stopped singing for a second, before raising his eyebrow.

"Just wondering why you're making yourself too comfortable on MY bed, not Stefan's." He then shrugged and walked out of the room, now singing along to the chorus being even more loud than before. "I'm not perfect but I keep trying, 'cause that's what I said, I would do from the start, I'm not alive if I'm lonely." In his opinion, his singing that was quite of ironic, but he carried on anyways. "so please don't leave. Was it something I said, or just my personality." And now was the music part, so he started drinking the whisky while leaning over the railings and looking down into the living room.

He didn't even realise that he still didn't think of the reason why she might be here, instead of chasing Stefan.

Elena smiled, it didn't touch her eyes, or even give her that good tingly feeling you normally got whenever you really smiled but at least she tried. And then she replied, shrugging.

"I guess, I just think your bed's the comfiest," Elena muttered, smiling until he turned his back on her.

Were things always going to be this way between them? Without thinking too much about the situation, Elena swigged another mouthful and swallowed hastily before frowning. She wished this song wasn't so ironic; the words were hurting her head. Elena tried to stand but couldn't. She rolled her eyes and smiled dryly, examining the bottle observantly. So it was just her and the bottle. Perfect.

He spent some of the song drinking the whisky but when he started singing again, he didn't even want to think about the lyrics he was singing.

"When you're caught in a lie, and you've got nothing to hide. When you got nowhere to run, and you've got nothing inside. It tears right through me; you thought that you knew me. You thought that you knew... I'm not perfect..." He sang the last sentence.. well, he didn't really sing it. He said it.

He threw the empty bottle against the wall with all his might. The glass shattered and fell onto the living room floor. He closed his eyes, frowned and gripped onto the raining tightly. Right. She came here. He had all the right to do what he was about to do. He walked into his room, took the bottle she was holding away and put it on the floor, before pushing her down, and climbing on top of her, and pressing his lips to her. He was drunk. Completely and utterly wasted, and he couldn't give a fuck about anything.

Danny+Jackie x3