Author's Note: New story time! I know, I know, but I couldn't let this go. It was smothering me, and distracting me from the new writing schedule I'm using to get some of these others edited/finished. Besides, new stories are fun! There will be more story information probably on the next chapter, some things might be detailed/explained. I'm still trying to get all the kinks worked out for it. The quote might not make sense now...but it will later! So check it out, tell me what you think! It's an experiment! ;)

Pairing: This is tentative at this point! There will be some Damon/OC interaction and Mikaelson Brothers/OC interactions (mainly Klaus/Kol, some Elijah)

Rating: Fiction M (most definitely!)- For language, adult themes/situations, violence/gore, and sexy as hell vampires!

Updates: This is a bubble of randomness I couldn't let go, I don't even fully know where I'm going with it, but I wanted to see what kind of interest/reception it would get! I'll be getting to it as often as possible with the new writing schedule I'm implementing for myself!

*Warning!: This is a definite AU Vampire Diaries fic! There will be some events present that are shown in the TV Series, and many that are all my own. That means dates/events can definitely be altered. Some scenes may be graphic, and there might be some slight Elena-bashing, but nothing too heavy. I'm unsure of the endgame pairing, so feel free to suggest away!

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"Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power."
~Oscar Wilde

She lay there on the forest floor.

The forest had been quiet for some time, the kind of silent stillness that the wilderness assumes when a predator much more daunting than most wanders into its midst. It was late, easily after midnight though not yet near dawn, leaving the pale beams of moonlight to filter through the trees from high up in the night sky. It was with that light that the girl's form became dimly visible to the eye, left behind in a disregarded heap, prone and vulnerable amongst a cushion of leaves and grasses, deep within the woods of Mystic Falls. Her hair was darker in the lack of light; the long tresses of coffee and copper colored strands were tangled with the remains of leaves and matted with blood. Her eyelids fluttered at the edge of unconsciousness, thick ebony lashes brushing lightly against the fair skin of her cheeks. The quiet and the shadows of night mixed together, pressing down and around her to form an eerie atmosphere, until it was finally broken by a sound.

A startled, choking gasp.

The girl shot upright from where she lay, her chest heaving and lips parted as she inhaled through a gasping shriek that left her choking violently on the intake. Her head spun sickeningly, the dizziness causing her vision to blur, and she collapsed forward onto her hands in a half-sitting, half-lying position. Quiet cries of confusion escaped her as she blinked rapidly, catching sight of her surroundings and the dense brush that surrounded her.

Just how exactly had she gotten in the woods?

She couldn't…she couldn't remember.

Desperately, she grappled for the last thing she could remember, but only blackness awaited her with each of her tries. Her hands shook as she lifted them before her, the stain of dirt and blood leaving her to furrow her brow in question. She looked from them to her front, biting back another gasp at the overwhelming dark stain waiting for her there, the crimson color spreading across the tattered ivory material. It had dripped from her neckline down her chest, between her breasts that were nearly bared by the rip in her flowy top, all the way down to her navel. She became consciously aware of the sticky, viscous liquid that bloomed across the fair skin of her chest and neck, her eyes widening as knowledge she couldn't quite place began to seep back into her frazzled mind. She had been attacked, she knew, by a vampire. Its fangs had buried deep within her neck, piercing her artery, and they had been a messy eater judging by the amount that was smeared across her body and clothes.

Her heart should have been thundering in her chest, pounding through the fear and panic that her realization brought about.

Only…it wasn't.

Instead it thudded in what she knew to be an abnormally slow, yet partially constant rhythm.

Her stomach lurched dangerously.

Again, her head felt like it was spinning, a heavy weight on her shoulders she could hardly bear to keep. She tipped forward into the muck, dry heaving against an onslaught of shuffling memories that attacked her mind all at once, leaving her nearly writhing on the ground and her head aching.

~.~.~

The small box in her hands was cold to the touch, and despite what she knew to be true, she couldn't begin to believe what she was seeing. The vials were small, they held maybe six ounces of fluid in each, but it wasn't them that took her by surprise.

It was what they contained.

She glanced up, her silvery gray eyes wide as they connected with ocean blues. His own were crinkled slightly at the edges, a faint amusement flickering within their depths to match his smirk as he witnessed her reaction to his gift.

She stuttered through her question; why?

"Because, love. You are my first real…friend, that I've had in centuries. I refuse to part with you."

The beaming smile that spread across her lips was involuntary, and without another thought she carefully stored the precious containers that held the glass vials, filled to the top each with a dark red substance, into the miniature fridge she kept in her room. The next moment she was in his arms, wrapped up in a tight hug that he returned much more quickly than he had the very first time she had done it.

"Every day Amelia, I mean it."

"I promise, Nik."

~.~.~

"What the hell are you doing Damon?!"

She struggled where the raven-haired vampire had trapped her, the cool wood paneling of his bathroom sliding door pressing tightly into her bare back. She had only the fluffy towel wrapped around her body, not that it mattered considering he had seen all she had to offer only a few hours before. She frowned at him in confusion, at first thinking it to be a game of sorts, maybe round two…

But it wasn't.

He gripped her wrists tightly, pressing them into the door on either side of her head, and it was the expression of sorrowful, guilty determination that made her freeze in her movements.

An icy finger of dread traced its way down her spine.

"No." Her whisper was more of a plea, begging him not to do what she suspected he might.

He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward onto her shoulder, breaking her gaze with the icy blues that she had grown to love over the months she had known him. Panicked breaths lifted her chest rapidly; her heart beat out a frantic pattern in both of their ears as the blood rushed in her veins. He let out a groan and she used the distraction wisely, managing to break free of his hold just long enough to reach for the vervain charm bracelet that rested on the counter only a few feet away.

Her fingers brushed the cool silver.

And he swiped the piece of jewelry from her grasp, ignoring her outraged shriek. Once more he cornered her, the vanity counter cutting into the small of her back as he nearly bent her backwards over it.

"I'm sorry Ames, you don't know how sorry I am." He murmured, shaking his head.

Her shout echoed off the tiles and stone, almost making him wince. "Then don't DO this Damon!"

The towel was long forgotten, her bare chest pressing into his own as he stood there in only a pair of dark jeans. His smattering of chest hair tickled her breasts, and even with her mounting fear, she could feel the desire for him pool low in her stomach. Hot, ready. His nostrils flared, a low moan rumbling through his chest and throat, though he shook his head to clear it almost immediately after.

"I have to."

"Why!" She gasped out, tears of betrayal and hurt clouding her vision. "Why would you do this to me? It was right, I know it was right! And say what you want, I know you felt it too, otherwise…"

They both fell silent at her declaration, each of their minds flashing back to the erotic exchange of blood on both their parts.

It wasn't something done on a whim.

"I just…have to bellissimo. You have to trust me." He muttered, trying to push away the feeling her words left behind.

She glared at him fiercely, refusing to break even as a few brave but traitorous tears leaked from the corners of her silvery gray eyes. "Why should I when you-"

Damon cut her off with a searing kiss, his lips sliding over her own as he reached up to tangle the fingers of one hand into her long hair, while the other cupped her jaw and smoothed his thumb over her cheekbone. She let out a startled gasp, giving him plenty of opportunity to delve into the depths of her mouth, the sweetness of her taste spreading out over his tongue. He groaned low in his throat, the sound equally matched with her own moan of pleasure, and he let out a hiss of surprise when she bit down on his bottom lip, sinking her teeth into the sensitive flesh.

He pulled back, a small smirk masking his emotions, and as she opened her mouth to speak again, her eyes glittering at him mischievously, he gripped her face tightly between his hands and murmured the words that would most probably damn him to hell. His pupils dilated, leaving her enthralled and susceptible to the compulsion he exercised.

"This…this never happened Amelia. You came over to hang out and we ended up wrestling in the kitchen. We did not have sex. We did not exchange blood. You used my shower to clean up. You will get dressed and come out, and then we'll spend the rest of the day watching your ridiculous choices in movies."

Her brow furrowed, making his breath hitch in anxiety.

She had always been harder to compel than any other he had ever met. But, after a moment, she parroted his words back to him. He sighed, a feeling of both relief and regret mixing to leave him almost nauseous.

Blinking her eyes open and closed a few times to clear her hazy vision, she stared at what was just herself in the mirror, then laughed quietly at their antics.

Only Damon would provoke a food fight in his own kitchen.

~.~.~

She groaned.

Her muscles were stiff, the soreness making any movement much harder than she expected as she reached out blindly, and a dull pain throbbed at the base of her skull. Something dry and rough crackled beneath her as she attempted to sit up, and she sighed in relief when her eyes didn't open to blinding light, but soothing darkness instead.

The feeling didn't last for long.

Her mouth was dry and as she rolled her lips, the snug tie of a gag around her mouth became apparent. Her eyes widened in shock, blinking rapidly, and she immediately lifted her hands to remove the offending object.

Only to find her hands tied in front of her.

Her mind raced.

She didn't understand, one moment she had been arguing over the choice of pizza or pasta for dinner with Elena, and now she was tied up and gagged in the forest?! She commanded herself to think, to remember, and the vague notion of the doorbell ringing came to her mind.

Yes!

The doorbell had rung and she had asked her younger sister, by all of eight minutes- Elena would complain, to answer the door as she finished up taking out the trash. The cool autumn breeze had brought a smile to her face as she inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of crisp fall air and pine, but the scared voice of Elena echoing out from within the kitchen made her pause and frown, her peace interrupted.

"Please! We can talk about this just don't hurt-"

A blur of a figure stopped her abruptly, and just as a sharp pain bloomed out across the base of her skull prompting her vision to darken, her silvery gray eyes met with a pair of nearly emotionless forest greens.

Son of a bitch…

"Stefan!"

A dark chuckle resonated from the shadows, curling up her spine and leaving goosebumps behind in its wake.

"What's up buttercup?"

Snapping her head to the right, she caught sight of him just in time to see him emerge from a dense grouping of trees on the side of the small clearing she sat in. He graced her with a taunting smirk as he tipped his head, crouching down in front of her to push the hair away that had fallen in front of her eyes. She nearly snapped at him, her lip curled up in a snarl as she glared.

"What am I doing here Stefan?"

He grinned boyishly, settling down next to her as he pretended to remain oblivious to her struggling with her binds.

"You, sweet Amelia, are…well, sadly I think you're just going to be collateral damage. But here nor there, you're here because Damon needs to make a choice."

She frowned. "A choice?"

He nodded enthusiastically, scooting a bit closer as he explained.

"See, Damon is struggling. On one hand, there's you. Sweet Amelia Gilbert, twin of the doppelgänger yet looks nothing like any of them. You're a sweet release from the constant reminder of Katherine's manipulation, compassionate yet sassy, and you love him with your whole heart, despite his shortcomings. Now, on the other hand, there's Elena-"

The warmth in my blood at Damon's name cooled suddenly, and my hands stilled as my twin sister's name left the youngest Salvatore's lips.

"-she's the kryptonite to his Superman, if you know what I mean. Despite having such a good thing with you, and the fact that you're now blood bonded, he still-"

She shook her head quickly, her eyes snapping to his. "Blood bonded? I'm not bonded to him Stefan, we haven't even had sex yet, much less made that exchange!"

The green-eyed vampire's boyish grin turned darkly sinister, his eyes glinting with a malicious glee and amusement as he watched every minute expression that crossed her face.

"Oh, but you are," He insisted, flashing his teeth in a sneer. "You just don't remember."

"No."

She had meant to sound strong, confident as she denied his claim, but it came out as a meek whisper instead. She wanted to believe that Damon would never do such a thing; he wouldn't have sex with her, exchange blood with her during the act and create a lasting bond, and then force her to forget it. But even in her sureness, there was a niggling voice of doubt.

There had been little blocks of time, slipping through her fingers lately.

And she couldn't remember why.

She swallowed, glancing up to catch his eyes with hers, just barely missing a faint amount of sympathy in the green depths that he masked quickly.

"So, I'm forcing him to make a choice. It's not fair, to you or Elena. I won't let him play the two of you as Katherine did to-"

"Please, spare me your halfway emotionless Saint Stefan act!" She snarled, lunging at him, pulling at the rope that wrapped around her wrists. "This has nothing to do with saving Elena and I from the pain that you and Damon experienced with Katherine. This is revenge, plain and simple. You've lost Elena, Damon has me, and you're pissed off."

A low growl tore through his throat, the black veins of his vampire visage slithering out beneath his eyes that were turning blood red around the green irises. She steeled her spine when his lip curled up over sharp fangs, glinting in the moonlight threateningly.

She refused to cringe back in fright.

"I'm going to enjoy ripping into your throat and-"

The sharp ring of his cell phone cut him off mid sentence, making him snarl in irritation before he grinned down at the name that reflected back at him. He swiped the call open to connect, bringing the slim device to his ear before he spoke.

"Hello brother."

She watched him as he took a few steps away from her, tracking the movements of her once friend. It stung to know that he had taken her for his warped plan of revenge, though his motives were something that she continued to put off thinking about.

It wasn't something she wanted to believe possible.

But there had been looks…things murmured that she had taken notice of and desperately tried to write off. Sure, they weren't public about their almost relationship (except to Stefan it seemed), but certainly he wouldn't screw her over.

For her sister no less.

Stefan's large hand sealed around her upper arm in a bruising grip, and she let out a sharp yelp as he yanked her nearly off her feet when lifting her up from the ground. She could hear the faint sound of Damon's snarl through the speaker of the cell phone in Stefan's other hand, but pushed it to the side as she fought against the hold on her arm.

"Let me go Stefan!" She screeched, twisting this way and that.

Blinding hot pain shot through her wrist suddenly, following the sickening sound of bone snapping, and her scream bounced off the surrounding trees before echoing through the forest beyond.

"Amelia!"

She gasped through her cries, cradling her newly broken wrist to her chest as she glared up with tear-filled eyes at her captor.

He simply grinned back impishly.

"Amelia!" Damon called again, his voice a bit higher with the panic he was trying to hide. "Ames, are you okay? Answer me, piccolo. I need to know you're alright."

She sucked in a ragged breath, nodding even though he couldn't see as she choked out her words. "It's j-just my wrist Day, he…he broke my wrist."

Damon snarled viciously.

Stefan chuckled through the threatening sound.

And Amelia shuddered, fear finally working its way into her blood.

Damon cooed at the small sob that escaped her lips he could just barely hear, soothing away her worry in the best way possible he could as he slammed the front door behind him.

"Shh-sh piccolo. Everything is fine, everything will be fine. I'm coming to get you, and then I'm going to shove a bottle of bourbon up Stefan's ass."

A watery laugh bubbled in her throat, and she sniffed passed the tears. "Don't waste good bourbon on that Day, use the rum instead."

He chuckled with her, though the sound was strained.

"That's cute." Stefan's snide tone interrupted the couple. "But that's not quite how this works."

Damon's laughter was low and gravelly this time, filled with a dark promise of pain and vengeance once he got his hands and fangs on his little brother. "That is exactly how this works Stefanie, let me tell you-"

"No, you let me tell you!" Stefan barked angrily, gripping Amelia's hair so tightly, another yelp of protest escaped her. "You don't just get to come here and run the show! This is MY time Damon, MY game-"

Damon breathed heavily, already pacing toward the trees at the edge of the Boarding House's property line.

"You have to make a choice."

He froze.

"You see, earlier today, when I took sweet little Amelia from her home…she wasn't the only one I took."

His breath came in pants. The slow pace of his undead heart quickened in a way that made it feel as if the organ would beat its way right out of his chest.

"That's right…I took Elena."

He could count with the fingers of one hand the amount of times he had truly feared the outcome of a situation.

Amelia being nearly drained by the tomb vampires, he had been able to counter with feeding her his blood. The same went for the sacrifice of Elena, even though she had been overwhelmingly angry with him afterwards, but hey…she was still breathing. Losing his brother had been heartbreaking, something he kept hidden from just about everyone (except Amelia of course, she had seen right through him), but he knew Klaus wanted him alive. The plan to kill Klaus which backfired and ended in Mikael's death, and Amelia's ferocious glare, had been a debacle…but there was no fear.

"Elena, Amelia, Elena."

This…this was fear.

"Which will it be, brother? Who will you save?"

Amelia stared up at green-eyed vampire in pure shock. It dimly registered with her that not only had she been taken in Stefan's insane plot to get back at Damon, but her sister had as well. But the only thing that she could focus on, that reverberated through her mind, was that Stefan was forcing his older brother to choose between herself and her sister.

One of her closest friends (at one time, she supposed not now) was making her almost boyfriend (and apparent lover, though she refused to let herself believe still), choose whose life to save.

Hers…or Elena's.

And all she could hear from Damon, was his panicked mutterings and heavy breathing.

"Damon…" She breathed, a whimper escaping her throat unbidden.

On the other end of the line, he clenched his eyes closed, swallowing thickly. "Ames…"

"Tick, tock brother…tick, tock."

~.~.~

It had been half an hour.

Her muscles were so stiff from the fear and adrenaline dousing her system, combined with her cramped and bound position on the forest floor, she didn't want to even think about moving. Her cheeks were stained with tears, the mascara leaving behind smudged tracks that stood out against her skin in the moonlight. Her lip was raw from being bitten and sucked on through her nerves, and small crescent shaped cuts littered her palms where her nails had sunk into her own skin while she clenched her fists.

Damon wasn't coming.

The first five minutes she had been supremely confident, trading snarky banter with Stefan even though her foot bounced in anxiety. The five minutes after that, her heart rate had sped up in her chest, pounding through her rib cage as the first stirrings of doubt did their best to creep in, even as she steadily pushed them away. The next five minutes…her hands began to tremble a bit, her eyes glazed over with a faint sheen of tears, and she bit down on her lip in an attempt to hold herself together.

Fifteen minutes, and no Damon.

He was just brainstorming, she told herself, making a few calls so that someone else could get to Elena while he rescued her.

Ric…yes, he would call Ric, and everything would be fine. Hell, she could almost bet that he would call Niklaus in an attempt to save her. Without Elena there were no more hybrids, after all.

The fourth set of five minutes had Stefan beginning to pace in agitation, throwing intense and penetrating looks her way almost every fifteen seconds. The five after that, her tears overflowed from where they had been hovering at the brim of her eyes, tracing down her cheeks in slow but steady trails of salt water. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, the quiet murmur of doubt in her mind turning into a frantic scream.

Now she stood, gazing back at the forest green eyes directly in front of her, a mess to behold and her heart consumed with anger and the sense of treachery.

How…how could he?

She had nearly died for him many a time, had given herself over with Stefan to Nik in order to save his life, and when she needed him most…he chose Elena.

Her sister.

"I'm sorry Amelia."

She could almost believe him; underneath the plastic sorrow in his voice, there was a true hesitancy lurking there.

"I would have been content to destroy the charade, for you to see the truth that he hid from you so easily."

That stung. She never thought she would have been deceived so completely, and with little to no hint of the offender's true intentions at that.

"But I'm just…so hungry."

Amelia didn't even have time to react to his words, much less be afraid.

He swooped down on her instantly, pulling her hair back and yanking her neck to the side so roughly, the bones there squeaked in protest. Her scream was sharp and blood-curdling as his fangs ripped through her delicate skin, plunging into the artery that lay beneath almost clumsily. Stefan growled against her skin, pulling at her hair in an attempt to force her into baring her neck fully to him. She screamed as loudly as she could, the shrill sound echoing for miles, even though she knew it would do her little good. She fumbled to fight against him, pounding into his solid chest with her fists, but the movement was already weak. Between the amount of blood he was consuming and the amount he spilled in waste, that dripped and seeped down her skin and clothes, her strength was steadily waning.

This was it.

She was going to die, at the hands of her once-friend, and because the man she loved obviously loved her own sister more.

There was so much she hadn't done.

So many she wished to speak to, just one more time.

But she would get none of it…this was her ending event.

She didn't even feel it when Stefan pulled his fangs from her neck carelessly, her limp weight cradled in his arms and against his chest. Black spots and dots clouded her vision, an array of swirling colors hidden beneath them. Her heart stuttered in its beat within her chest, her lungs strained to bring in the necessary oxygen. Numbness…that was the best way to describe how she felt. Even her fury and hurt had ebbed, overtaken with the blissful obliviousness of darkness that unwound its silky fingers, tugging at her ankles to pull her under.

"It'll be better this way 'Melia…trust me."

She barely heard Stefan's voice above the rushing sound in her ears; she certainly didn't hear that he had used the nickname he had chosen just for her.

She definitely didn't remember the small vial of red liquid she had swallowed that morning, just as she had done every single day for months before.

With a quick twist of two powerful wrists; a sharp snap echoed in the inky blackness, a neck snapped and a heartbeat silenced.

Amelia Elizabeth Gilbert, was no more.

~.~.~

She cried.

She screamed.

She retched violently, her entire body shuddering with the action.

There were still blank spots in her memory, things she knew that she should know but didn't, and the pain throbbing through her temples and to the base of her skull was excruciating. Her mind had gifted her with the small bit of information she needed though, heartbreaking and agonizing as it may be.

Damon had sex with her, exchanged blood with her, told her he loved her…and compelled her to forget every second of it.

Stefan's claims had proved themselves to be true.

She had been taken from the warmth of her own kitchen, leaving behind uncooked pasta on the stove, and hauled out into the forest of Mystic Falls. Bound and tied, forced to listen as the younger Salvatore vampire destroyed all that she believed to be true, then gave an ultimatum in trade for her life.

Damon had sacrificed her, choosing Elena to save instead.

And even though he had planned on letting her go, Stefan had nearly drained her of her blood supply and, judging by the soreness in her neck, snapped her neck instead.

She was dead.

Well…as dead as a baby vampire could be anyway.

*Translations!*
(All translations are done with Google Translate, so any issues...I didn't do it! :p)

~Bellissimo: Beautiful
~Piccolo: Little one