Elena is a party girl, but innocent as such. Damon is the devil in disguise. When they meet, there is no telling where they might end up.

Pre-pilot. Pre-Stefan. Pre-death of parents. AU One more chapter will be uploaded, then we will see where Damon and Elena will take us...

The music was blaring out of the speakers at the Lockwood Mansion. Tyler Lockwood was having one of his annual End of School parties and everyone who was anyone was attending. Amongst them were Elena Gilbert and her best friends and cohorts, Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett. They were part of the Mystic Falls IT-crowd; the top of the pyramid, together with Tyler and Matt Donovan (famously known as the school athletes, who'd kept the school in a winning reign for as long as they'd been on the team).

Tyler and Caroline had been sort of dating on and off for the last year, but she was getting restless with it all. She wanted fresh meat, she had told Elena earlier in the evening as they were getting ready in Bonnie's girl's room.

'How fun is it to be 16 and stuck with one guy? I mean, come one, I wanna have fun. You know, live a little. Come fall, it's our senior year and I don't know about you, but I wanna make the most of it. So why not start now? Why do I have to wait to break up with Tyler, just cause it's not 'the right thing to do'? I wanna be single for the summer. I mean, you and Matt broke up, just like, a few weeks ago.' She looked over at Elena who was putting on blusher in front of Bonnie's vanity table.

'Yea, but I think that with me and Matt it was different.' Elena said, glancing at Caroline in the mirror. 'We were in love. You and Tyler, you aren't in love with each other or anything, so you should just be able to tell him you wanna see other people. I don't think he would mind too much.' Elena smirked at her friend. 'You're both players anyway.'

Caroline poked her tongue out at her.

Right now, Caroline's tongue did even more poking on the makeshift dance floor of Tyler's living room, into the mouth of Lance Crowe, one of this year's seniors, also a teammate of Tyler's. Tyler was visible from the other side of the room, sending them dark stares, while downing shot after shot. Elena kept eyeing him from where she was sitting. She'd never thought of Tyler as the jealous type, but she might have to reconsider. And he was known to be quite volatile at times, not that she had noticed much personally. But then again, she'd been too preoccupied with Matt before, to notice most of anything. Maybe she should tell Caroline to ease up on the saliva sharing for a while, and not the same night as she'd broken up with Tyler, and in front of him at that.

Her thoughts were disrupted as a drunken Todd Williams, who reeked of too much after shave and sweat, squeezed in between her and some other girl sitting on the sofa. He tried to strike up a conversation with her, but she ignored him and stood up before he started slobbering all over her. She was just waiting for Bonnie who had disappeared to the bathroom for a quick makeup check.

Elena flattened her short pleated white skirt out before heading towards the wet bar. They were on the prowl tonight. They had made a deal that all of them should find a guy to make out with, but so far Elena had struck out. The same boring faces. The same desperation. Elena was sick and tired of it all. She wanted something new.

It had been good with Matt, but that was about it. It'd been tedious in the end.

She could see Bonnie at opposite ends of the room talking to a new student who was part of the varsity team. Clearly Bonnie had all but forgotten that Elena was waiting for her.

Elena sighed and had a lazy look around.

She spotted Caroline and her football player, heading out the door. Caroline had skipped the small talk and was going straight for dessert, it seemed. They were probably going to Caroline's, since her mum, the sheriff, was working night shift. Caroline usually planned her nights after her mother's work schedule, and mostly it paid off. Guys would go home with the sheriff's daughter any time just to be able to brag about it the next day. And Caroline wasn't one to deny them that, in fact, she seemed to enjoy being the center of attention, whether it was about her skills as a cheerleader or in the horizontal league.

Pouring herself a drink she could sense someone standing right behind her. She turned around and found herself staring into a pair of the bluest of eyes she'd ever seen. And she'd been dating Matt Donovan, who was well known for his eyes as blue as a summer sky. But these eyes, they were mesmerizing. And they seemed to draw her in just by the intensity in them.

Her mouth felt dry as she tried to smile at the boy standing in front of her. He tilted his head to one side and gave her a lopsided grin.

'Hi', he said and let his gaze linger on her lips for a while before looking up at her again.

'Hi', Elena breathed slowly, trying not to stare at him. He was beautiful. With a shock of black hair and those electric blue eyes forcing her gaze to stay on him. After a closer look she realized that he was probably a few years older than her. She had just started wondering what brought him here, when he answered that question for her.

'I'm here looking for my brother, Stefan Salvatore. He should be around here somewhere. Do you know him?'

Elena shook her head no. Funnily enough this seemed to make his smile widen.

'I'm Damon, by the way. And you are…?' His eyes bore their way into hers, and she could feel a rush of heat coursing through her veins. Without him even touching her, she felt as if his eyes were caressing her, making her skin tingle and pulsate.

She licked her lips as her gaze involuntarily fell on his luscious lips that were slightly puckered into a smile.

'I'm Elena.'

'Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Elena', he said while he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. Her breath caught. No one had ever kissed her hand before. And had it been anyone else, she might have laughed. It was such an ancient thing to do. Who did such a thing nowadays, anyway? But here he was, this boy, this man, kissing her hand and it felt so intimate and right. And for some reason, she enjoyed it, the attention he gave her in that one single movement.

That's when she should have pulled her hand back, but she didn't and he held on to it. Elena's heart sped up when she realized this, and then it nearly came to a stop when he lightly started stroking the spot where his lips had just been with the soft pad of his thumb.

Suddenly he took a step towards her; she automatically backed into the table behind her and his grip on her hand hardened to keep her from losing her balance.

'Sorry', he said, somehow not looking apologetic at all. He reached behind her with his free hand and pulled with him a cup of beer. His leg brushed against the insides of her thighs as he bent over her, which sent a shiver through her body. She looked up at him in anticipation, not really understanding why she didn't mind his obvious invasion of her private space. Her chest heaved against his with her slightly elaborated breathing and the friction had her pulse racing. He smirked down at her before releasing her hand. 'I was just getting a drink.' He leaned back and swept his heavy lidded eyes over her. 'It was really nice to meet you, Elena. Hope to see you again soon.'

With that, he turned around and disappeared in the crowd.

Elena swallowed hard and looked around, hoping that no one had noticed that this stranger had totally made her lose her bearings. She was, after all, Elena Gilbert, queen bee of Mystic High. And to show weakness over a boy, whoever it might be, was unheard of for someone like her. It was one thing to have a guy totally crush on her, but there was no way a guy should be able to turn her head. But she had a feeling that her head was just about to do a one eighty on her, because of that stranger with his piercing stare and luscious lips.

She couldn't help looking for him all night.

Damon. Even his name was suggestive.

But he was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't even up for drinking any longer. All she could think of was those blue eyes scorching her, burning her from the inside out. And how much she'd been wishing he'd kissed her when he reached out behind her for his beer. His breath had felt warm against her naked shoulder, making her shiver. She could still feel the ghost of his lips on her hand and the pure thought of it felt like lightning through her body.

He was watching her from across the room, letting his eyes freely roam over her tight body in her short skirt and pink wedges. She had those long toned legs that could easily wrap around him in an instant, slightly bronzed from being shown off in the sun all summer. He could just imagine her wearing white cotton panties with an equally innocent looking bra underneath her skimpy outfit, telling the truth of how young she really was. He got a semi just thinking of it.

When he'd first laid his eyes on her, some weeks previously, he'd thought she was Katherine. But he had quickly come to realize that this girl was not the femme fatale vampire who had turned him and deceived him. This was a girl who was just so strikingly alike the main focus of his obsession; it made his skin crawl looking at her.

Katherine was still left in the tomb, still waiting for someone to come save her. And he'd be damned if it wasn't going to be him. She would love him for all of eternity when she finally would be released after 145 years of starvation and loneliness. And in the meantime, little Elena, Katherine's unknowing twin, could become his private plaything, if he so wished. She was young and therefor easy to manipulate.

He was glad that his brother hadn't been able to suss Elena out just yet. He knew that Stefan had been sneaking around Mystic Falls the past week, trying to figure out what Damon was doing here. Dear uncle Zack was equally dumbfounded. But Damon knew that if Stefan would ever find out what his plans were, to bring Katherine back, he would try to do his best to squash them. So he kept schtum and out of the way. He wasn't even staying at the boarding house. He stayed in Fells Church a few miles from Mystic Falls in one of the B&BS there, patiently waiting out the comet that would surface within the next few months. He just had some business to attend to first, like finding the rest of the things needed to break the curse that kept Katherine so close but yet so far from him.

And if Stefan would find out about Elena…

Damon could feel yet another one of his diabolical plans set to work in his head. Maybe he should hand young Elena over to Stefan and then corrupt her like the bad little girl he sensed that she really was. There was something in her eyes. A flame, a fire he knew he could ignite if he wanted to. Right now it was on a slow burner, but give him a week, or less. She would turn Stefan inside out and Damon would be there to gloat.

His younger brother made his stomach turn. Such a do-gooder and it irked him still, that years back it used to be the other way around. And now Stefan rubbed it in his face every chance he got. Not that they had spent the last century close to each other by any means, quite the opposite. But Damon had always found him every couple of years, making his brother's life hell. Just for kicks. Just for the fun of it. Just to let Stefan know, that Damon would never ever forget how he had ruined his life.

He shrugged his shoulders back to the here and now.

To Elena Gilbert.

One of her friends had led her out to the middle of the floor where a throng of teenagers were gyrating against each other to the loud music. She kept looking around to start with, craning her neck looking for him, but he kept in the shadows, enjoying the fact he knew that it was him she was on the hunt for.

Eventually she started relaxing as her friend, a dark little one called Bonnie, coaxed her to move to the beat of some obnoxious song, classed as popular, but was just making his ears bleed. Elena's shiny top kept rising up, displaying her toned midriff. And her skirt… riding up showing off, well, what do you know… a pair of tiny white panties; virgin white… like a maiden.

As if moved by an invisible force Damon felt his legs walking towards her until he was right behind her. He breathed in the fresh scent of her as her tight ass started moving against the front of his jeans. He was standing still behind her until his dick stood up in full attention from the contact. She hadn't noticed him standing there because the floor was packed with writhing teenagers, trying to move to the beat. For every stroke that her behind gave him, the more he itched to grab hold of her long hair and bite down on her neck. His canines were actually hurting and there was a slight tingle to his face where his veins threatened to pop out. But he didn't move an inch. Not until her friend, the little dark one, noticed him and nodded to Elena to turn around. As she turned, he took a step back to create some space between them.

'Oh, it's you.' she shouted over the music, still managing to sound seductive. Just in the same manner that Katherine could. 'I've been looking for you.' Her brown eyes glittered mischievously and she grinned at him.

He smirked back at her.

'Have you now?' His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. She huffed out a short breath as her hands went up to his shoulders, while her hips kept moving to the steady beat against his. But even though her movements seemed sure, the slight blush on her cheeks told him that this wasn't her usual repertoire. His bet was that she was used to a bit more wining and dining, before getting this close to someone. And her eyes showed just a fraction of fear, which he enjoyed. The fear was healthy, when encountering someone like him. It was also this fear that made the blood boil in his veins, as the natural predator he was.

They were moving more to each other's natural rhythm than to the music, their eyes locked. Elena's delicate mouth opened slightly and Damon imagined what it would be like to slip his cock in between those lips. He tried not to let his thoughts get the best of him, so he let go of her hips a little, but still standing flush against her tiny frame.

He was thinking about using compulsion on her, but then changed his mind. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go with him.

Challenge accepted, Salvatore.

He smiled devilishly at her and she didn't even flinch. She might not be as innocent as he first thought, but still, his bet was, that she was still a virgin. He could smell it on her.

Both of them had all but forgotten about Bonnie, who, seeing the tension between the two, moved away from the floor to one of the wet bars. Matt snuck up by her side and followed her gaze.

'Who's the guy?' he asked, trying to steel himself from the answer. But Bonnie just shrugged her shoulders.

'I don't know', she answered. 'I've never seen him before.'

'But Elena seems to know him', he prodded while looking at his ex-girlfriend's hips rubbing up against the tall stranger all dressed in black, trying, but not quite succeeding to turn away from the sight. 'Quite well, actually.'

'Don't', Bonnie said, and turned to him. 'I don't know who he is, and there's no use doing the whole jealousy act. She broke up with you; you just need to deal with it.' She took his arm and pulled him with her to go outside. 'No use staying in there feeling sorry for yourself. She's moving on. Maybe you should too.'

Reluctantly he followed her, but not before glancing back, seeing the black haired boy lean over the girl he loved and her not pulling away.

Elena was drowning in his gaze as Damon dipped his head closer to her face. His warm breath against her lips made her head spin and her lips parted, waiting for him to take them in possession. But he didn't. He just kept his mouth inches from hers, making them breathe each other's air. She could taste his scent on her tongue, and she had never tasted anything so sweet.

His grip on her hips was firm and she automatically rubbed herself up against him when he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his erection hard against her but not even that conjured up enough nervous fear she normally felt during these circumstances, to make herself move away from him. She and Matt hadn't done much past second base, not that he hadn't tried and not that she hadn't thought about giving in. But it hadn't felt right, and in the end, she was glad that they hadn't done anything more.

Damon's hand trailed down from her hip towards the outside of her thigh. He bent down a little to reach the hem of her skirt, and slowly pulled it upwards. He moved painfully slow, checking to see how far he could take things.

So far his fingers had managed to make it past the upper part of her soft thigh, but he couldn't smell any fear from her, only lust. His forefinger was grazing the outline of her small pants, just letting one digit slink inside of the material, when her hand struck out and pushed his arm away. He could have easily dodged her hand, since he had already sensed her movement before she made it, feeling her muscles tense. But he let her bat his hand away, since he knew that girls had a tendency to enjoy making guys look small in front of others. And also, it was important for her, that her group of friends thought she was fighting his advances. He knew the deal, having played this sort of game on numerous occasions with sorority girls around the country. It was all part of the foreplay.

And Damon loved theatrical dramatics.

Their lips were still only a breath apart when he slipped his hand on the small of her back instead. One hand on her hip and one hand keeping her pressed hard up against him he bent down and finally kissed her. She tasted heavenly. A small groan of pleasure left him as her slick tongue snaked itself between his lips while her small hands curled themselves into his hair and pulled him closer to her. She was hot for it and he was aching to fill her up and hear her whimper into his mouth, from pleasure or pain he didn't know. Right now his head was too jumbled by her sweet taste and smell that he couldn't think straight.

This is unusual.

He was so used to being in full control of any situation. It was mystifying him that this little human girl could sneak herself so quickly inside his brain.

He pressed himself closer to her fragile body, her slight frame completely immersed in his. He sensed that she had lost her bearings, and to make sure of it, he yet again let his hand past her hips to her thigh where he slid her skirt up an inch or two. He let one of his hands trace her pert bottom and when that movement only made her moan he knew he had her.

Little Miss Perfection. Not so perfect after all.

He smirked against her lips, before he gently pulled away. She looked dazed when their eyes met. But only after a second did reality hit in. She disentangled herself from him and smoothed her skirt down, looking around for anyone who might have seen anything. Luckily for her everyone was too oblivious or too drunk to care and she seemed to relax a little.

Then she looked up at him and didn't she just look divine, with blushing cheeks barely able to meet his gaze.

'Let's go', he said and dragged her with him before she had the time to catch her breath properly. He neared a corner in one of the large studies of the mansion; it was darker and nearly obscured by a large marble table, which was partially made up of statues of the Greek god Eros, in various positions holding the heavy table top in place.

She giggled a little as he pushed her up against the wall and continued kissing her, his hands searching the hem of her skirt.

'What if someone sees us?'

'Who cares,' he mumbled against her jaw, trailing patterns down to her neck. He licked the array of intricate veins where the neck met shoulder, wishing he could just vamp out at hit her jugular. Her scent was overwhelming. It was beautiful and intriguing and simply mouthwatering.

She slid her hands under his shirt and caressed his smooth skin. She didn't even know him and she found herself drowning in him, it was as if he was compelling her to do as he pleased. He kissed her until she had to pull back to gasp for air. The hunger in his eyes startled her for a moment; he looked as if he could eat her alive.

'I could eat you up, Elena', he whispered fiercely in her ear, mirroring her thoughts. The way he pronounced her name rippled through her like a tornado as he slipped his tongue in her mouth to prove his point. He groaned against her lips, pressing his leg in between her thighs. 'And I just might.'

He inched himself down her body, making her feel sensations she'd never experienced before, just by letting his fingers and hands caress her breasts and flat stomach. He went down on his knees, looking up at her with his blue eyes shining hotly while stroking the sensitive inside of her thighs, sending shivers right through to her core.

Elena stopped his hands shy of touching her most private area. She could feel herself blush and she looked around the darkened room.

'Don't. Someone might see us.'

'Elena.'

She couldn't look at him to start with, but the sheer power of his voice seemed to control her movements, so she glanced down at him as he grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back.

'You're not going to say no, Elena. We both know you want this.' He nudged his face closer to her skirt that was by now riding high on her thighs letting him glimpse those innocent looking panties that were moist with her desires. With one hand he spread her legs a little more, inhaling her sweet arousal.

'I promise I won't go too far', he mumbled as he kissed her clit through the thin cotton.

She gasped loudly and thought her legs were going to give way; it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her by the mere touch of his lips against her. She grabbed Damon's hair to keep herself steady and he took that as an invite to continue. Cheekily he let his tongue caress her over the light fabric while he grabbed her ass firmly. He expertly took her clit between his blunt teeth and Elena moaned in half pleasure half pain as he repeated the action a few times before letting go slipping her panties to one side to taste her properly. He slid his tongue along her wet slit and then going in deep, fucking her with his mouth, her juices flowing down his chin.

Elena bit her lip to stifle a loud moan from escaping as Damon's tongue circled her clit, sucking on it. He lifted one of her legs up to get better access, lapping her furiously, slipping one finger inside of her, while she gripped his hair, pushing him closer to her. She was so tight he nearly groaned out loud.

Damon glanced up at Elena. Her eyes were nearly glazed over from lust and he smiled confidently at her. Wiping his mouth dry with the back of his hand, he stood up and eyed the young girl in front of him. He might just have to keep this one to himself after all. She was too delicious.

'I'm taking you someplace else.' He grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her towards the entrance and his car. There was so much a man could take before he needed to get what he deserved. And tonight Damon Salvatore deserved a treat.

Called Elena Gilbert.

TBC