I'm back :D And with another chapter! I really hope you liked the first one. This story will start taking on its plot now when Elena and Damon has met, and God only knows what kind of trouble Damon Salvatore is bringing with him...

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"You must be Elena. I'm Damon, Stefan's brother." The sentence stole the breath out of my lungs. Having my name put in the same sentence as 'Damon', 'Stefan' and 'brother' was just crazy. If Stefan had a brother, he would've told me, wouldn't he? And by the way, what was this guy's problem? One second, he was pissed at me for running into him and almost falling on my ass, and the next, he was telling me that he's Stefan's brother, all smiles and gentlemanly. It pissed me off. However, the feeling of surprise from finding out that Stefan has a brother was stronger, so instead of yelling at him, my voice sounded casual.

"I didn't know Stefan had a brother," I replied after a minute of silence. Stefan's brother looked at me with a sly smile on his face - Damon was his name?

"I'm usually not the first person Stefan tells his girlfriends about," Damon chuckled and the sound was like music to my ears. I couldn't say I'd ever enjoyed hearing someone laugh, but Damon's laugh... It was truly a one of a kind. But as soon as my brain registered what he'd just said, my mood sank and the annoyance came back to me.

"I'm not Stefan's girlfriend," I replied, with more bitterness to my voice than I'd intended. I sounded as if I'd tasted something sour, like the idea of dating Stefan disgusted me. This of course got Damon's attention. He was immediately watching me with an amused look in his eyes. Happy my bad mood got someone else in a good one.

"Interesting..." Was all Damon said, then paused. A long minute of silence - which felt like at least ten minutes - passed before he spoke again. "He talks about you a lot, you know." I glanced up at him when he said that. I'm not sure what exactly to say, so I just shrug and settle for, "Stefan's my best friend."

"I actually just came from seeing him. He seems to be doing good," Damon said, smiling. There I had another reason to why Stefan was late. He'd been getting a surprise visit from his brother. I tried to smiled back at him but something about this guy bugged me. Maybe it was the fact that he was perfection personified, or that his charms totally made me feel like the fat, ugly kid in kindergarten whom all the other kids bullied. But it was Stefan's brother, and I just couldn't treat him badly. So despite how much it hurt my pride, I plastered on a smile.

"I think Stefan will be here in just a minute if the two of you wants to say goodbye to each other," I told him. Something about what I said made Damon's eyes go larger and I could literally feel the unease pour off him.

"Actually," he began. "I should get going. There's someone waiting for me in the city and I don't want to keep her waiting." I didn't miss that he said it was a woman, 'keep her waiting'. It shouldn't bother me, it really shouldn't. For Christ sake! I'd known the guy for five minutes and I was already getting jealous because he was seeing other women. It wasn't like I was his long lost lover.

Get a grip of yourself, Elena, a sane part of me screamed at the not-so-sane part.

I heard Stefan's voice call over the yard and I looked over to where I saw his figure, along with another, smaller one, came walking over the grass towards me. When I glanced back at Damon, he was looking straight at me, an intense look in his eyes. It only lasted a few seconds though, before that charming smile lit up his face once again. He took my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed my knuckles. The gesture surprised me so much I gasped.

"It was lovely meeting you..." he trailed off, glancing over to where Stefan and Caroline was still walking. Without looking at me, he finished the sentence with, "Elena." It was too dark outside to make out his features but a sudden flash of light from the thunder, showed his beautiful face to me once again. Only for the fraction of a second, but it was enough...

Before I knew it, Damon had walked away from me and was now driving towards the city in his car. Just as the car was out of sight, Stefan and Caroline reached me. I hadn't even noticed that the rain had stopped pouring.

"Who was that?" Stefan asked, with a soft smile on his lips.

"It was-"

"-I really don't care who that was," Caroline interrupted me. "For all I care, it could be Brad Pitt asking you to have his baby, but I. Don't. Care."

"Yeah, but-"

Again, she interrupted me, "-No buts! Tonight, I'm planning on eating a damn good meal and then drinking until I can't stand up straight. In fact, I'm getting so drunk that the two of you are going to have to carry me all the way here!" A wide smile spread over her lips. It had been long since I'd seen Caroline and seeing her happy made me smile even broader than she managed.

Damon long since forgotten, I folded Caroline up in a tight embrace. "I missed you, Care." She hugged me back, now all serious.

"I missed you too."

Caroline did get drunk. Like promised, so drunk she couldn't even stand up. I got drunk too, really drunk. While Stefan was busy holding Caroline up so that she wouldn't fall, I got the brilliant idea of getting up on the bar and start dancing. After a couple more shots of tequila or whatever the hell that devil's poison was, I didn't remember much more. People were cheering me on, clothes came off, piece by piece. Most importantly, I danced and enjoyed myself for the first time since I'd gone home. No, not home. Gone to Mystic Falls. The place that had once been, but no longer was my home. This, the college, New York, the apartment, that was my home now. And I loved home.

I wasn't sure how I got home when I woke up the next morning. Of course, that wasn't the first thing on my mind when I woke up. No, the first thing on my mind was the pounding headache and the need to throw up. I rushed to the toilet and heaved up all of last night's mistakes. Like all people do when they're in this phase of being drunk, I swore to myself that I wouldn't never, ever drink again. That promise would most likely last until tonight. School still hadn't started and now was the time to enjoy being a college student. Once all the exams were starting, partying was the last thing you should consider.

I got to my feet, carefully, holding onto the wall the entire way, I made my way into the kitchen. I got myself a glass of icy cold water, then frowned when I saw what was odd. My purse was laying on one of the kitchen stools. I never put it there. I never found whenever I did and therefore I always left it by my coat. Stefan and Caroline did too. On the table lay my keys to the car and apartment, beside those lay my phone. What the hell?

I walked over to the fridge, wanting to get some orange juice. I was just about to open it when I saw the blue post-it. I stared at it for a second, trying to take it what was written on it. With an elegant handwriting, it stood scribbled down,

Dear Elena,

Hope you don't feel too bad this morning. I left all of your belongings by the kitchen table, they should be easy enough to spot. I guessed your parking spot was the same as the number on your apartment, 259, hopefully I was correct.

Please give me a call so that I know that you're OK.

- D

After that, a number was written down. I kept staring at the note. D? I didn't know a lot of people whom could be D. The only person I could think of was... No. No way. There was no way in hell that Damon Salvatore just happened to stumble upon me last night and drove me home. I mean, how could he even know where I lived? What building out of the five ones looking exactly alike? And the number of my apartment? No, it was impossible. Damon had gone to see a friend... in the city. Oh my God. What if he'd gone to see a friend in the city at one of the most popular bars in all of New York City. But still, he couldn't possibly know what car was mine when he was driving me home, and not in which building and apartment I lived in. Mysterious 'D' had to be someone else. I just had to try to recall whom it could be. Maybe someone from my classes? I mean there were several people who started with a D, but none of whom I was particularly close to. Guess I just had to call that number and see who picked up.

I grabbed my phone and typed in the number that stood scribbled on the post-it note. I hesitated before pushing the call button. I was sure it had to be someone from the college, no one else knew me that closely here in New York.

I pressed the call button and waited. And waited. And waited. Just as I was about to hang up, a voice answered, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to ask this, but who is this?" A long silence stretched between the person on the end and myself. I waited for them to answer my question and when they did, I could literally hear the smile in the voice.

"Elena, it's Damon. Damon Salvatore."

The 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible pulled up in front of my apartment building. It was blue, a pale one, almost shifting in a gray-ish shade. I watched as Damon got out of the car and made his way into the building. Again, I wondered how the hell Damon knew where I lived. It was kind of creepy when I thought about it.

It didn't take more than a minute before I heard the knock on my door and I went to open it up. There, not unexpected, stood Damon Salvatore. When I looked at him, I felt as if I was doing something illegal. It should be illegal to look at him. The man was more than gorgeous. He was utterly flawless, just perfect in every way. I mean, Stefan was good looking, really good looking, but Damon... man oh man.

He leaned against the door post which made his white t-shirt stretch tight over his chest. I suppressed a sigh. I wanted to have my hands all over that chest. Touch the hard surface and just melt into him. Oh Christ, I was going out of my fucking mind. Crazy, mad, insane, call it whatever you want but whatever it was, I was it. But honestly though, who could actually blame me?

"Hello, Elena," Damon's voice shrugged me out of dreaming-of-Damon-land.

"Damon..." I trailed off. He was here. Here because I'd asked him to come. Why had I even done that? Oh, that's right! I'd wanted to tell him that it was not okay, not normal, for a person to take someone you met the same day and spoke to for five minutes, home when they were drunk of their ass.

"I get if you find it odd that I brought you home last night," he said, stealing the words straight out of my mouth. I couldn't say anything so I just nodded. He nodded back at me and continued, "Look... I'm sorry if I scared you. I was seeing a friend at the bar last night and then all of a sudden, I saw you jump up on the bar and start dancing. I knew that you were too drunk. When I tried to locate your friends, they were both drinking too much. I'm going to kill Stefan for being that irresponsible by the way, leaving you so vulnerable-"

I interrupted him, "-I'm not a child, Damon. Stefan if not responsible if something happens to me. I can take care of himself."

"Yes, I'm sure you can, but he should know better, that's all I'm saying. Either way, I saw you, knew you wouldn't be able to get home on your own and since my hotel was quite close to your apartment, I brought you home." It sounded so simple when he said it, like anyone would've done it. The thing was, it wasn't simple. It wasn't the kind of thing someone just did.

"How did you know where I live?" I asked, maybe the most important question of them all. It wasn't like he could just bring me to a random apartment in New York City and hope that the key fit in the lock.

Damon shrugged. "Stefan told me when I saw him earlier yesterday." I didn't know what surprised me the most. That Stefan had told him where I lived or that he'd paid attention to that little detail. "Let me make it up to you," he said, out of the blue. I'd been looking down at my feet but now my head shot up and I stared straight into his eyes. They were so blue and so incredibly bright. They reminded me of when the sun reflects of the bluest of oceans, or when the moon is lighting the night sky. How come that Damon Salvatore with his fair skin and raven black hair got those eyes?

"And how exactly would you make it up to me?" The words just flew out of my mouth. It was ridiculous. Damon didn't have anything to make up to me. The man had saved me from doing the worst mistake of my life for God's sake! So why was I agreeing to him 'making it up to me'? It was all insanity!

"How about letting me take you to dinner?" Before I could even open my mouth to speak, Damon continued, "Great! I'll pick you up at 6.00pm on Saturday." Again, I opened my mouth to protest, but he beat me to it. "Do you have plans on Saturday already?" I shook my head and neither this time did he give me the chance to tell him that, no, I couldn't go to dinner with him. He had practically saved my life last night, because who knew all the stupid things I could run off to do when I was drunk off my ass. So why was I letting him take me to dinner? Because he's not giving you an opportunity to turn him down, a small voice in my head told me.

When he stood in the door, halfway out already, he waved to me and said, "See you Saturday," he paused and smirked at me, ending with, "Elena." My name had never sounded like it had a thousand different meanings.