Title:Broken Strings

Author:superhackaninja5

Rating:M

Summary:Damon died as a human. Now he's back as a vampire, and not any ordinary one, either. After drinking the blood of one of the strongest powers in the world, he now also has powers that other vampires, even Originals, can only dream of. And he wants revenge on Mystic Falls for his murder-and he's starting with Jeremy Gilbert.

Warnings:extreme slash, graphic violence, gore, swearing, heavy alcohol use;that's pretty much all I can think of right now. I'll add more later.

Disclaimer:don't own Vampire Diaries. But Damon is my husband(well, one of them anyways), that's why this story is about him. The title is a song by james morrisson and nelly furtado. Broken Strings. It was on an episode of Vampire Diaries so I thought it fit.

Hey, my first story that isn't about an anime. Granted there is a very slight crossover with Naruto involved, but the character doesn't actually show up so I don't think it counts.

Chapter 1:Memorandum

I stood on the edge of the falls, watching the sun set through the mirrored lenses of my sunglasses. The sound of rushing water filled my ears from the waterfall behind me.

My eyes focused on the town below, watching its citizens scrambling into their homes or into the Grill to take refuge as the sun retreated in to the horizon, leaving behind a multi-coloured canvas;soon all those colours would mix and become black.

This used to be my home.

I used to do everything I could to protect this place;to protect her and all her friends.I even surrendered immortality for them, but somehow, it still wasn't enough.

Even after the danger passed, I still had to lose my life and even now, I am not remembered as a hero. I died for her and she chose my brother.

Saint Stefan.

He only pretended to grieve for me. Inside, he was gloating;finally, he had Elena all to himself. No more competition;she loved him and only him, because the only other person she could have loved was dead.

I raked a rueful glance over the Mystic Grill, catching a glimpse of her through the window next to her brother-Jeremy, I believe his name is, both looking just so...human. Such fleeting beings.

A slight sneer curved my pale lips. This used to be my home, but now it was going to become my victim.

I jumped down from the cliff, landing on my feet.

My vengeance starts now.

(Elena's POV)

I still couldn't believe it. I mean, I knew Klaus and the Originals were going to be hard to kill, but I never could have predicted just how much it would cost us to get rid of them. Stefan had to lose a brother and I had to lose someone I had cared dearly about.

It had only been a couple weeks since Damon died, but it seems like yesterday. The grief was still there, but it was a different kind of grief than I had expected.

I had always told myself that I only ever considered Damon a friend, but the grief I felt wasn't the kind I would feel for a friend;it was...stronger, somehow.

Both brothers proclaimed to love me, but in the end, it had been Damon who gave his vampirism and his life for me.

And yet, I still couldn't tear myself away from Stefan. He and I were together now. So why was his brother still haunting my dreams?

I sighed and Stefan looked over, a worried frown creasing his forehead. "What is it?What's wrong?"he asked quietly, draping his arm over my shoulders.

I shook my head. "Nothing,"I smiled to show him that everything was fine.

No sooner did I say that that I felt a sudden shiver rattle my spine. My mind seemed to freeze and my eyes were involuntarily drawn to a dark corner of the Grill.

There was a faint outline there, almost like a figure was standing there, concealed by the lack of light. I caught my bottom lip in between my teeth as my smile dropped.

Something was wrong;I could feel it.

"Elena, what-?"Stefan started to say, but whatever his question was got cut off by a loud scream from outside.

Everyone, including us, leapt out of our seats and rushed towards the front door to locate the source. When Stefan threw the doors open, I had to stop myself from throwing up.

Laying spread-eagled across the Grill's balcony was a dead woman. Blood drenched her white-blonde hair and her olive-skinned throat and her body was twisted into an unnatural position.

But that wasn't even the worst part;she was stripped to the waist and carved into her back was a message;

"DO YOU MISS ME, ELENA?

-D "

I didn't speak. I couldn't;I was in shock. I had to blink several times to reassure myself that I wasn't just seeing things.

The horrific image didn't vanish, so it wasn't just a nightmare. Damn.

"Elena?"Stefan said kindly, looking over at me, concern etched in his brow. My mouth was dry, so I could only open and close my mouth dumbly.

I thought I knew who "D" was, but that was impossible. I watched him get his heart ripped out, so how could it be him?

Yeah, that was all. R&R lemme know if I should continue.