Chapter Three (Damon's POV):

The next morning, Damon was roughly woken up by the doorbell ringing persistently. Grumbling, he rolled over and shouted "Stefan! The door is waiting!"

Not being able to hear any movement in the house, and with the bell still ringing, he cursed. "If this is payback..."

Flinging a t-shirt over his PJ pants, Damon appeared at the door. Opening it, he was met with the sight of a finger millimetres from his nose. The person lowered it and he recognised Elena. A very pissed off Elena. Well, that's her usual manner.

"Jesus Elena, you could wake the living dead!" She gave him a look. He backtracked "Oh yeah, you already did." Without bothering to say 'Hi', huh, the cheek, she stalked into the house.

"Where's Stefan?"

"And a good morning to you, little miss I'm-on-a-mission."

"Sure. Hi. Good enough? Now where's Stefan?"

Damon was going to grace that question with a smart response, but restrained himself. Barely. Speaking of which, where was his brother?

"Err...Around."

Elena narrowed her eyes "Obviously not around the house, because -"

"He would have come at your beck and call." Her very own house trained puppy. Not for the first time Damon wondered if Marian wouldn't make a better sister-in-law. Well, a more resourceful one anyway. I mean, Stefan wants what's best for me too, right? Right. Just not for my habital needs. Because of course, Elena was a no-no. Pity. Wasn't there anyone else but her?

"So...seeing as he isn't here, there's nothing much for you is there? Unless you changed your mind and want to marry the musclier, sexier, generally more attractive brother." Damon scrunched his eyes shut and pursed his lips. "If so, then kiss me now ba-" He heard the door slam shut. Opening his eyes, he looked around the now empty hallway.

Smiling to himself, he whistled merrily. What was Stefan getting into?

Damon hadn't really thought much about finding a partner. Not after the Katherine fiasco. Now that would put many people off at once. Not Stefan though. Stefan had found himself someone new. Well, personality new, her flesh was probably the same. It reminded him of the latest Doctor Who episode he'd watched. Those weird, creepy doppelganger flesh people. Come to think of it, Elena and them had a lot in common. Chuckling to himself, he stopped short. The Bonnie girl was certainly cute, but did she like him because of him or because of what he was? Hell, did she even like him? Fear and awe were not the same thing.

Not many people could resist his charms. Men, as well as women. But sometimes Damon wished he could meet someone like him who... understood him. A vampire, of course. He wouldn't be able to tolerate any other species.

Maybe his wish would come true tonight?

Maybe.