A/N: And everything is in the name people. ;] Review... You know you want to. ;o

Chapter Five: Elena, You Are Not Katherine.

Well, this was going in an interesting direction. Elena Gilbert, the alcoholic, who knew? The words were just a blur to her now, nothing made sense and to be honest, the only thing she could think about was the alcohol, that had soon began to flood her system. Her aunt would murder her, and her body and head would hate her in the morning; but right now she didn't care. Right now, Elena was drowning her sorrows in a bottle of vodka. And a rather large bottle at that. Elena raked a thin set of fingers through her long brunette locks and brought the bottle to her lips once more. This time Elena closed her eyes, welling the liquid in her mouth before swallowing it. She jumped at the sudden smash of glass and would've got up to investigate if she had had time. But then he was at the door, and then he wasn't.. He was on top of her, kissing her, really kissing her. Elena's arms wound around his neck and she kissed him back passionately.

"Damon..." His name escaped her lips in an eruption of sheer pleasure.

A shiver ran down his spine as he heard her say his name in such a manner. A smirk was still playing at his lips, as he pulled away for a second so he could take off her shirt. It soon found its way onto the floor, to accompany his shirt. He leaned down and kissed her lips hungrily, while his hands were already working on her bra. It didn't take him long really. It soon joined their shirts on the floor, and his lips were now on her neck, moving down to her chest. He felt hot. He felt as if the whole run was steamy and he was hot. His boxers were very tight and uncomfortable and he made a mental note to get rid of them as soon as possible but it felt so good kissing her. Kissing every inch of her body. He liked the fact that he could please her in a way that he was sure Stefan hadn't even tried.

All of Elena's emotions other than one had completely shut off.. The only thing Elena could feel, all that she wanted to feel was lust, her lust for Damon Salvatore. Never did she think she would give into him not like this.. When they were both hammered, completely out of their heads. She was with Stefan... But, somehow, her body didn't comply with her mind. Her lips parted as she slithered her tongue over Damon's upper and bottom lip, tasting him fully. Damon tasted so good. Feeling his hands travel upwards made Elena smile in pleasure, leaning herself into him as her eyes snapped to a close. His lips, his hands, made her feel the best she'd felt in her entire life.

Elena felt goose pimples decorate every inch of her body as her skin radiated, flaming with the intensity of the passion for him flowing through her veins and extending to the rest of her body. You'll regret this in the morning... In the morning, Elena, if you go any further with Damon you will regret this. A small, insignificant voice tutored her, but, as always, Elena chose to ignore it. She wouldn't regret it, she couldn't.. This is what she wanted. She wanted him... Elena eased her back into Damon's rather large and very comfortable bed, her mouth moving in synchronization with his; this moment was so perfect... It was magic. And then his lips began to explore further down her body, Elena couldn't help but whimper slightly, wanting more.

"Damon..." His brother's voice that came from somewhere downstairs sounded almost apologetic.

Damon froze instantly. Literally just froze, and just was there not moving for even an inch, not even breathing! He didn't even look up. As quick as a flash he was off her, he picked up her bra and shirt and threw it to her, before with the use of vampire speed getting downstairs to face Stefan. He was still shirtless of course. It was normal for him though.

"Brother..." Damon nodded to him and waited for whatever speech Stefan had coming on.

He picked up a bottle of whisky and started drinking some, while Stefan began.

"Sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have..." and he cut off because Damon spat out the whisky he was just drinking.

Stefan raised his eyebrow confused. Damon looked at him as if he had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"What?" He asked, confused.

STEFAN was apologizing for disturbing Damon while he was kissing STEFAN's girlfriend. Okay, his brother had officially lost his sanity.

Elena jumped slightly and then froze. At almost exactly the same time as Damon had. Her body was still pumping with lust for him and it was so hard to just turn her feelings off like that; but Elena knew she had to. If Stefan ever found her in Damon's bed half-naked, well.. Let's just say things wouldn't go down too well. Elena watched Damon leave and tried to steady her already pounding heart. Right. Stefan was in the house, and she was on his brother's bed.. Very nearly about to sleep with him and definitely making out intensely. Well, hell. Why couldn't she just be a normal girlfriend and not want to give into and desire his elder sibling? She frowned at the thought and glanced down at her clothes in her hands. Quickly, she clipped back on her bra and shoved her top of her head. Elena leant her back against the back board and sighed, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. She couldn't go on like this... And neither could Damon.

Stefan looked at the staircase then at Damon.

"She's here isn't she?" he questioned.

Damon sighed and started drinking the whisky again. What he didn't expect was what came next. Stefan frowned and headed for the staircase.

"Elena!" He called, before climbing up the stairs.

Damon followed drinking the whisky now and again. His brother's appearance was enough to get him sober and now he wanted to get drunk again as soon as it was possible. Stefan walked into his room, well, walked through the door and stopped, locking his eyes on Elena.

"You have to make a choice. " He walked up to the bed, Damon leaned against the doorframe, with the bottle of whisky in his hand, still shirtless.

Stefan looked at Damon's shirt on the ground for a second before sitting on the end of the bed and locking his eyes on Elena.

"Me.. Or him..." Damon frowned at the 'him'.

The way Stefan pronounced it. As if it didn't move him at all. There was no ... hate? Whatever. You're delusional Damon. You're drunk.

Elena sat there for a few seconds, just contemplating the situation before getting another one of her amazingly 'bright' ideas. Since Elena had found a new brief painkiller to her problems, she hadn't been able to put it down. The painkiller she was talking about though was the alcohol. Before Damon had entered the room and made out with her on top of the bed Elena had been drinking something. And what that was.. Elena couldn't quite remember, but she knew the bottle was here somewhere. Elena scanned her now un-focused eyes around the room, searching for the alcoholic beverage. Elena crawled to the end of the bed and leaned across the edge, grinning as she spotted it; she reached out, unscrewed the bottle and took a large gulp. Elena jumped slightly at the sudden sighting of both of the Salvatore brothers. Why hadn't she heard them come up? Elena tried to look at Stefan seriously, knowing she should focus on him and the subject involved, but she couldn't. Trying her hardest, Elena opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She glanced to Damon, then back to Stefan.

"I.. I don't..I.." she frowned.

Stefan looked at Damon accusingly. Damon shrugged.

"I didn't do anything!" He exclaimed.

Stefan turned back to face Elena and took the bottle off her, before putting it down, and taking her hand.

"Elena.. Listen to me. You are not Katherine, we all know that. But you can't string us along. You have to choose. "He said seriously.

Damon raised his eyebrow slightly before taking another gulp of the whisky. He was ready for whatever answer she gave, and he even was expecting a particular one. He was not getting anywhere nearer though. He liked the doorframe. It was cool. White, plain and cool. Simple. Something his life wasn't at the moment, but it shall change. Soon. Very soon.

Elena took another long, well-worth gulp of the vodka before pouting slightly as Stefan took it away from her. Elena's frown deepened as she watched the exchange between the two brothers. Why were they so sad? And why was everything so damn complicated? She heard the light clatter of the bottom of the glass hit the floor boards and sighed. Today wasn't exactly going great was it? Elena's eyes flickered back up to Stefan's as she tried t concentrate on his words. The moment his hand touched hers, she realised she did love him, but... Elena's eyes strayed to Damon's then back to Stefan's, she couldn't choose.

"Stefan, I love you, and I love Damon. That much is obvious.. But choosing.." Elena frowned then shook her head. "I can't.."

"I hate to say it but you must." Stefan said, his voice comforting somehow.

Damon leaned his back against his awesome doorframe (mental note to self;; the doorframe now officially my favourite part of the house) and rolled his eyes before drinking the whisky again. He really wasn't taking part in the conversation and wasn't intending on having any impact. The quicker they get this over with, the better. And he can then start working on.. whatever. He frowned slightly for a second. He needed to figure out something to do with himself. He couldn't just stay in the house every day getting wasted. He'd go insane. Oh, he would think of something no wonder. It's Damon Salvatore after all.

Elena knew how much Stefan cared about her; she could see it deep within those oak orbs of his. And his voice was so soothing, she felt as though she could listen to it on repeat for forever and a day. But Damon's voice, Damon's scent.. And everything else Damon had just lured her onward. She really had no idea who to choose, or what to choose. Did she want to become Damon's princess of darkness and rule the shadows by his side, or did she want to keep the sane, happy life she had now. Elena nodded at Stefan, before letting out a small yawn.

"Yeah, i get that but.. I.." Elena's eyes drooped and she yawned again, bigger this time before falling back slightly onto the bed. Elena was suddenly so, so tired.

Stefan sighed, and leaned down to kiss her forehead, before putting the covers around her. Damon threw the empty whisky bottle onto the floor, walked into the room, and started taking off his trousers. Stefan looked at him as if wondering if Damon was mentally challenged.

"What are you doing?" He suddenly asked.

Damon looked up . "Oh i don't know. I'm going to sleep? "

Stefan frowned. "But she's here..."

Damon smirked. "And your point is.?"

Stefan frowned even more, but Damon only kept on smirking as he walked towards the bed. "You can't just.."

But Damon cut him off by speaking. "Of course i can, it's MY room, MY bed and MY awesome doorframe surrounding the door that you're going to walk through now, and leave us alone so we can sleep without being disturbed by an overly jealous boyfriend." And with that he covered himself with the covers. "Go, shoo."

Stefan hesitated but left. He would be right there in the morning when she got up and Damon knew it.

Elena wasn't quite asleep yet, but she couldn't conjure the strength to really move either. Okay, Elena would learn from this. She would never overly drink again and she certainly wouldn't cheat on her boyfriend again. Whoever that may be. Elena felt Stefan sigh more than she heard him. His cool breath washed over her skin but was soon replaced by Damon's black satin covers. Or, at least, that what she thought it was. She vaguely heard the brother's exchange of words but she was more interested in getting some sleep/ She was so sleep right now. She'd never been this sleepy in... In years actually. In fact, probably never in her life had she been this knackered. Elena felt the opposite side of the bed dip slightly as she felt someone -Damon- slip into it. A few seconds later, Elena willingly gave into her subconscious. It took only minutes for her body to turn to his. Elena's breathing was almost soundless as she continued to sleep until the next morning.

Danny+Jackie x3