A\N 18 reviews! Thank you so much-All I wish is that I can hug you all haha.

Thank you AJ81writing, having my favourite writer read my story was great. Also thanks to Dark-Supernatural-Angel for suggesting plot lines and Larissa\Slater ;)

Title is inspired by the song Damned if She do by The Kills. It was also used as a promo for Season 3.

Elena's lips parted a little and Damon immediately took this opportunity, kissing her with more passion. His hands were now running down her sides, making Elena shiver under his light and gentle touch. She was now breathless and her cheeks were flushing, and she backed away a little to suck in some air.

"No," Damon moaned, pulling her from her arms causing her body to crush against his, and his lips were on hers again. Elena was about to protest but she seemed to be frozen, captured by this Damon.

"One of…us still needs to…breathe," Elena let out between breaths as she felt him smile a little. He released her, and she took a step away staring at his ocean blue eyes, letting herself get lost in them. Damon too was looking at her chocolate brown orbs as he gently twirled his finger around a soft curl that was skittering across her face.

They stood in silence for a moment, Elena suddenly processing what she did. Her eyes widened as her hand ran up her lips. What has she done?

"What's wrong?" Damon asked, feeling her tense up.

Elena's hands lowered to her neck, and surprisingly the vervain necklace her father Grayson had given to protect her before he died was still there. This meant that Elena had kissed a vampire willingly, even actually saying that it felt right. But damn, it did. It felt magical and like heaven, however in a strange way it felt sinful as well.

"I…I can't do this right now, Damon," In a minute she disappeared from in front of him, flashing up the stairs, and Damon was left frozen downstairs unable to process what this was.

Elena threw herself on the bed and buried her head in the soft pillow, unable to decide if she should smile because it happened as she knew she had been denying the attraction, or cry because what she did was wrong. This wasn't love or affection, this was lust.

She felt the bed crack a little and a hot breath on her neck. "Elena."

She didn't move an inch, and Damon moved closer to her causing her back to press against his chest. "Elena," He said again, and this time his voice was a little higher.

"What?" Her voice cracked.

Damon took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why are you reacting like this?"

Elena bit her lip, and Damon slowly started to caress her neck, moving to her sides and stopping on her hipbone. She shivered, and he bent his head down. "Stop fighting me," He urged her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"This…This is wrong," Elena choked out. "I can't stand the idea of falling for…for this and then my heart gets torn in two. It's not a normal thing to do…I'm your slave and you're the vampire. It will never work. I just want this to stop before it starts," Elena was close to tears now, but she didn't want him to see her cry over him. After all, she didn't know where these words were coming from. She didn't exactly love him.

Damon gently turned her around to face him. "And why do you think that I will use you?"

"Larissa told me about her story," Elena sighed. "She was in love and he died. However when she went to live with her new owner she saw things. She saw what they are capable of. And worst of all, she told me that many use us as a distraction, as lust…not loving us for who we are, but lusting for our blood-"

"Not all of us are the same, Elena," Damon said, his voice simple and with no emotion. "I knew Larissa's master. His name was Slater…He turned in the seventies. He really did love her, he ended up dying protecting her."

"What? She didn't tell me that…"

"Because she doesn't know," Damon said, taking a deep breath. "The authorities were after them. Apparently Thomas, the one she was with before she came here, wanted Larissa and when Slater refused to let her be taken they ended up fighting and Slater staked him-however he didn't kill him. One of our rules say that we must not kill or try to kill each other, and that got Slater in trouble with the authorities…until he was staked after hesitating to obey the instructions the authorities gave him."

"What instructions?"

"You're not going to like this."

"Try me."

"Okay, if you really want to know," Damon sighed. "In the Dark Dimension, as we call it, whenever someone disobeys there will be harsh prices. Humans mean nothing except food and pleasure once you set a foot there. They wanted him to kill her."

"But she didn't do anything wrong!"

"She made a vampire rebel against his kind. She was considered a threat, a demon, to our kind."

"Oh God…"

"Before he died he managed to call me and he made me promise him that I'll do anything to help her. Thomas got what he wanted but got bored and a few days later I learnt that he was sending her to live with someone else…I took the opportunity."

"That's why you don't hurt her…"

"I don't hurt her because I can only have one human as food."

"You can't fool me, Damon," Elena said. "I know about vampires, how they try to shut it off. God just admit that you don't hurt her because you feel sympathy for her after all she's been through! And because Slater was a dear friend…"

Damon's eyes narrowed. "Whatever you say."

"This is exactly what I've been implying earlier," Elena growled. "It will never work because you are too proud to accept the fact that you feel. I won't stand here as your distraction."

Damon's face darkened, and Elena felt her body shiver at the sight of his dark eyes. However there were no signs of bloodlust. He pinned her down on the bed, her arms tight above her head and groaned, "You don't really have a choice, Elena. Because you are living here and I'm telling you, I will have you."

"Is that a threat?" Elena spat, "Or are you promising me?"

"Let me tell you something, sweetheart. Vampires always get what they want. When the time will come everything will be real. No lies, no tricks, no threats."

With that he rolled off her and disappeared.

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Elena got tired of staring at the ceiling, and even worse, she got tired of thinking. She shouldn't have reacted the way she did. After all, she had kissed him back with the same fierce passion, if not more.

"Dammit," she cursed herself as she put on a pair of converse and made her way through the hallway.

As she was walking she realized that the locked door where Damon had found her earlier was now opened. Unable to help herself, Elena peeked inside and she found a big room which was very messy. Broken items, torn pictures…

"You just can't do what you're told, can't you?" Damon's voice came from inside.

She took a step back, ready to turn away.

"You can come in now."

Elena was surprised, but she entered the room examining everything around her. Seeing her questioned look, Damon sighed: "This room is the most room which is the closest to my early life. My human life."

Elena's eyes widened.

"My story is long and complicated, Elena," He said sadly. "However know that I didn't have an easy life when I was a little older than you were. I didn't even ask for this life."

Elena nodded, waiting for him to say something but when he didn't, she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Apology accepted," He gave her a small smile.

One week later

Things in the Salvatore house didn't change. Elena and Damon didn't often meet and she concluded that he was avoiding her due to her insecurities. However, Elena didn't try to deny her feelings now, she knew she was falling for him. She started to realize it more when she almost wanted him to suck her dry once when feeding on her. This thing between them didn't become scary and torturing for Elena's soul anymore, on the contrary, him drinking her blood became something intimate and addictive. And this was what scared Elena, she was falling for their tricks, their seduction and sometimes she felt like she was being compelled even though her necklace always hung around her neck.

But today, this cold night, it was different. Elena dried herself from the warm, soapy water in the tub and put on a white cotton robe. Elena knew what she had to do… she planned to confront him, to make him tell her what he really wanted from her without lying about it. Once more, Damon was in that room again and apparently he was throwing away some items. He had explained before that this room held any memory he had and in fact lots of things were pictures from his past and journals from his ancestors.

"Hey, Damon."

"Elena."

She nipped at her lip nervously and closed the distance between them. He looked at her with confusion in his eyes as Elena tip toed and reached out for his lips, not even bothering trying to form a sentence.

He immediately responded to the kiss, kissing her fiercely as he moved down her neck and then gently nipped at her collarbone. Elena's hands grabbed his hair, not letting him pull away, and Damon didn't need to be told twice.

There was a flash of rooms and suddenly Elena found herself in Damon's room, the room she had never been in before. But at that moment, she didn't care. He had her cornered against the wall and he was waiting for her to breathe as he lightly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. One look and Elena was now on Damon's bed, and he was hovering above her, kissing her neck again.

"Bite me," Elena breathed.

Damon shot her a confused look.

"Don't make me beg," Elena grinned.

Damon kissed the space where her shoulder met her neck, and he knew what he had to do to make her enjoy it. He sucked slowly on her delicious blood, and it was anything but painful for Elena. His hand went under her shirt caressing her back and Elena did what she did often when he stroked her-She shivered.

He touched the two wounds he had just made and cleaned them with his fingers. He had tried to be clean as possible so Elena had only two small marks.

He pressed a kiss on her throat and brushed his lips upwards until he met hers, and without wasting any more time, Elena helped Damon take off his shirt as they repeated the procedure with her bathe robe.

Damon gave her one final look for reassuring, but when she didn't hesitate, he bent his head down and pressed a light kiss on her stomach before everything started.

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The next morning Elena woke to Damon's sleeping body and she smiled at the memory of last night. Surprisingly enough for her, there was no remorse, nothing that made her feel sorry about what they did. Not anymore.

Sure, her religious upbringing told her that she should wait after wedlock, and she not only had lost her virginity before but she also slept with a vampire-A creature that was to be damned, even though she didn't believe that. But Elena felt that since she was sure she didn't do anything wrong. Her mind was perfectly clear when she made the decision.

Elena caressed Damon's raven black hair and in response she felt Damon pull her closer to him, his arms locking around her waist tightly, almost too tight. In fact she was having trouble breathing properly now, but she enjoyed having him near her.

"Good Morning, Angel."

"Mmm, good morning," Elena rumbled.

They lay down together for a few more hours and Elena actually found herself falling asleep again, however her eyes snapped open when she heard the water running down as Damon was in the shower.

Damon let the warm water fall as he thought about what happened the night before. It was one of the best nights of his life and he wasn't the least bit sorry, but he didn't want to complicate things even more then they already were. He felt for her, and he had even admitted to himself that he loved her. And her actions the night before, her actually giving up her virtue and reputation to him, a damned thing, made it clear that Elena might even be in love with him. But he didn't want to hurt her or use her, and he knew too well what his nature was. He needed to be careful around her.

Damon put on a navy blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans and walked to his bedroom again, however he was startled as Elena was crying on the edge of the bed. He flashed to her before she could blink.

"What's the matter?" He asked her with genuine care in his voice.

"What's the matter?" Elena repeated, "This…This, Damon. This is what happened."

Damon was about to ask her what she was saying but then he realized that she was holding something in her hands. His eyes widened and his blood ran cold at the picture Elena was holding.

Katherine 1864.

What do you think, guys? I got inspired from lot of things to write this chapter. Of course, my obsession Shadow Souls in the mention of the Dark Dimension, and a small reference to where Damon had to beat Elena as punishment but he channeled away the pain. The 'loyal to each other and not kill each other' was kinda inspired by my other obsession True Blood, (Team Eric, anyone?) and lastly of course the scene where Elena found about Katherine in the tv show.

Oh, and I apologize for cutting the love scene… But I don't really write smut. I'm still young to even know how to write smut and besides, I wanted to keep this T rated ;)

Anyway please, please, please, REVIEW