Okay guys, here it is! This story has been on the back burner for a while, but I'm finally getting it out here for ya'll!

I'm really excited to write it and hope you guys enjoy reading!

Be warned, some characters may seem a little OOC at times, but it will all work out, trust me :)

Also this is a darker fic, so trigger warning! Rated M and not everyone's cup of tea!

Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, TVD, or the CW, I would not be writing here lol

On with the story now!

Her face was beauty; her body, incomparable.

And the pretty looks made her the perfect predator.

No one ever suspected that she was death, in heels and tight leather.

Her chocolate hair was the kind that mortals wrote poems about, yet never was it mentioned that the gleam of light her locks reflected would be the last thing hundreds, or even thousands, would see before she took their final breath from them.

That her dark doe eyes, framed by lashes curling on cheeks so delicate, would look down upon her victims as they gasped for life, before she would finally plunge a sword through their hearts.

No, the poets would never describe how she wipes more blood off of her angel face than that which runs through her veins.

But she does. She loves it. And she's good at it.

With her particular skill set, she wasn't denied very often.

And she was counting on that now, as the bone trembling howls filled the air.

His hounds had caught her scent; he knew she was here.

It's showtime.

Damn it, he should have known.

As soon as he heard the screaming, and found the first of his guard beheaded, he should have known it was her that had set off the alarm.

Who else could have found their way in, undetected?

Who else even had the nerve to storm the gates of the Underworld uninvited.

Or the audacity...

Flanked by two snarling hounds of hell, Damon followed the trail of bodies to the double cast iron doors that were usually sealed closed.

Now, however, they were wide open, more beheaded corpses holding them in place.

Beyond them, stretched comfortably across his throne, was Elena in all her glory.

She dressed like the goddess she was, the skirt of her charcoaled dress slit so that it fell around her, exposing the skin of her legs as the corset top hugged her curves and left little to the imagination.

Another mangled body lay at base of the stairs, near her feet, the victim's head still speared on the sword she now twirled in her hand.

Upon seeing him, she straightened, a smile crossing her painfully beautiful face.

"Hades. It's been too long, my love."

Damon rose a hand, a silent command for his dogs to stand down, as they had both began to emit a low growl.

They obliged his will, and he stepped forward.

"Hades was the calling given to my father. A title I do not wish to behold."

Elena grinned, "And yet, you are the one who sent his soul to the Pit. Does that not make you the next lord of death? King of the Underworld?"

"It was your father with the vendetta against him," he reminded her, "His request that enlisted my assistance, and I have the contract to prove it."

Binding in gods-blood.

Her smile was teasing, "And yet, you're still the one who took the throne."

Damon could feel his patience running thin.

"One I'm quite ready to take again," he warned, "How did you even get in? Who opened a portal for you?"

"A portal?" she laughed, "I walked in through your front door."

"That's impossible. Cerberus-"

"Is as in love with me as his master is," she smiled darkly.

Damon sighed, thinking that it might be time to find a new gate guarder if the beast couldn't do it's job, "What are you doing here, Elena?"

She stood, her heeled boots clacking as she slowly descended the scorched stairs.

Casually, she gripped the hair of her last victim and pulled the head from the tip of her blade, tossing it with its body, before sheathing the weapon and taking the final step that placed her in front of him.

Even with the heels, she wasn't quite his height.

"Hmm, why could I possibly be here?" She pretended to think, before running her index finger down his chest, crinkling the black material of his cloaked shirt, "Maybe I wanted to see you again...maybe I missed you."

Her eyes taunted him, like a cat playing with a mouse before having it for dinner.

"I love what you've done with the place, by the way," she added, glancing around the room, and noting the domed ceiling that led to darkness, the pool of unplaced souls to the left of her, throwing orange shades on everything, and ironically, a silver liquor cart, to her right, with all you could ever want to quench your thirst, "Your father's tastes were a little...ancient."

Damon eyed her, "I'll admit that it looked better before red stained the floor of my altar. Did you really need to kill the entire guard to get in?"

She smirked, bringing her gaze back to his, "Of course not. But come on now, love, don't be mad. It's not like you can't bring them all back anyway...being lord of the dead and all, you control the veil."

Damon grabbed the hand she had placed on his pec, squeezing her palm, "An unnecessary inconvenience, otherwise avoidable. So, why don't you tell me who this show was for, exactly?"

"It's for you," she stated, pulling her hand from his grip, but not bothering to step back, despite the fact that they were now only an inch apart, "It's to remind you of what of I am capable of, should you refuse me."

Damon moved past her, walked the dark marble steps to his throne, and sat down.

As he did, heat expelled from the stone until fire erupted on either side of him.

He smirked.

Looking down at Elena gave him a sense of satisfaction, the flames reflecting off her dark skin.

"Not sure as to what I am refusing. You've yet to tell me what you're asking for."

Elena crossed her arms, but didn't try to come any closer than the base of his stairs.

He may be immune to the sting of the hell fire, but she was not.

"I need your...assistance," she forced, seeming unhappy with the fact, "There is a mortal, whom my heart favors-"

"You don't have a heart," he cut, earning a scowl from her.

"My point," she finished, "is that I want him-"

"Poor bastard."

She wasn't amused, "I'm serious, Damon."

He leaned forward, "So what, did he refuse to sleep with you and now you want him dead?"

"This has nothing to do with sex," she huffed.

"Now that I don't believe," Damon reasoned, "With you, it always does. It is your favorite weapon, after all; your mother taught you well."

She shrugged, "I have many weapons at my disposal. Physical manipulation is a useful tactic, but hardly my favorite. If you actually came around every now and then you might be surprised to find how wrong you are about a lot of your assumptions. But alas, you prefer it here, so far removed from the rest of us."

He laughed, "It's highly doubtful that I'm wrong about much. But do you know what's not surprising? The fact that you haven't been satisfied since we ended our thing."

Elena's lips pursed, "I would hardly call a few wine induced moments together a "thing". Especially when nothing of consequence actually happened."

"Enough happened," he pressed in a low voice, hoping to get under her skin.

Instead, her eyes rolled, "Believe it or not, Damon, you aren't as good as you think you are."

He smiled, "I don't recall you saying that at the time. In fact, I don't remember anything coherent leaving your mouth at all."

That won him a glare and his smile broadened, but Elena fired back.

"If we are dredging up the past, perhaps I should remind you of the moans that left your mouth once my hands were on you. We both know that I'm the best you've never had."

Damon chuckled, "Well, you are certainly one of a kind, my sweet. But shelving that affair, I don't think I will be of use to you in this situation. Unless you want the male dead, I fail to see how I can offer much assistance."

Elena sighed, "It's not him that I want dead. It's the woman he keeps in his bed at night."

Damon had to fight back a sigh. He should have seen this coming..

"Tell me you are wasting my time for a better reason than this."

He motioned to his temporarily deceased guard, "Clearly ending a mortal life is well within your capabilities."

"That's just it," she insisted, "It is not exactly a mortal that I need taken care of. This particular life...it can not be ended by my hand."

"Just by your words," Damon crooked his head, curious now, "Who is it then? Or should I ask, what is it?"

Elena threw her hair over her shoulder, annoyed, "Does it matter?"

"If you want my help it does," he told her.

She huffed, "Fine. It's a halfling, alright? A mixed blood."

"Who's?" He asked, his expression stormed over with realization, as he guessed at what her next words were going to be.

Elena stared up at him, unflinching, "A daughter of Aphrodite."

Damon blinked, then laughed darkly.

"And you are serious," he scoffed, "Some things never change, do they? You would have me kill your own blooded sister, over a mortal male you desire? Surely even you aren't that selfish."

She crossed her arms, "It's no more sacrilege than patricide, wouldn't you agree?"

Before he could answer, she had taken a step closer to his alter, "Besides, this half-breed might be my mother's daughter, but she is no sister of mine. She does not have the gods-blood! Her father is human! So don't lecture me, because you're no better. At least I don't hide away in my "no Olympians allowed" treehouse, like you do. What's the matter? Did the need for solitude come when you realized what a dick you were?"

Damon rose a brow at her defensive stance, and smirked, "Did the need to act like a cold hearted bitch come from wanting daddy's approval?"

Metal clanged as Elena drew her sword and pointed it at him, the blade still darkened with the blood of his guard, "Watch it."

His hounds let out a disapproving growl, their jowls snapping, but remained in place.

Damon could only laugh as a subtle blush flooded Elena's cheeks.

"How is Ares nowadays?" he couldn't help but bait, "Still pining after your mother? Or has he found another whore to warm his bed?"

Elena lowered the weapon, scowling, "It is not as if you have room to speak ill of him."

"Speak ill? Of him?" Damon raised a hand defensively, "No, not at all. On the contrary, my sweet, I respect the war god. Half the souls I receive are sent by the works of his hand."

Elena let out a "hmph", and Damon stood, the fire immediately distinguishing.

"Ares may be a brute," he finished, once he stood before her, "But he understands that only two things are truly immortal through our existence. Love and death. And to hell if he doesn't excel at both. You are like him, in that aspect."

Elena was focused on his face, and was therefore caught unaware when, in a quick movement, Damon grabbed her wrist, twisting it backwards, forcing her sword from her hand.

She stumbled as he pushed her back, but she wasn't her father's daughter for nothing.

With a quick turn, she evaded his grab for her and flipped, pulling a dagger from her thigh sheath as she did so.

She lunged for his throat, but Damon was prepared, grabbing her arms and flicked the blade from her fingers.

Her elbow flew up suddenly, connecting with his face.

Shaking his focus, Elena ringled from his grip, dropping for a spin kick, with enough power to knock his feet out from under him.

Damon fell onto his back, the stairs holding him at an odd angle, as Elena whirled over, and was suddenly straddling him, sword in both hands, raised above his chest.

The hellhounds snarled in the background, awaiting their master's command, as Elena's own chest heaved with each breath.

"Now," she huffed, "Nothing more about my family. Vow to help me, and I won't drive my blade through your body."

Damon let his head fall back as he laughed.

"Oh, I have missed you."

Elena's perfectly curved brows furrowed in confusion as Damon reached up and placed his hands over hers on the sword's hilt.

Then, holding her gaze, Damon forced the blade down, until it pierced him.

Elena's mouth fell open in surprise as he impaled himself.

"Είμαι ο θάνατος," he spat, "I am death."

Pushing her off of him, he pulled himself up,before gripping the sword and yanking it from his body.

It was unbelievably painful, but not fatal.

With a cocky smirk, he threw the weapon at her feet.

"Did you really think you could threaten me to submission with that child's toy?"

Elena bit her bottom lip, clearly disappointed with the turn of events, but managed to snark out, "It did not used to take even that much."

Damon sighed, looking away from her heartbreaking face before he fell prey to it, like so many others.

Like the fool he used to be.

She was so used to having others play by her rules, taking as she pleased with a seductive smile.

Perhaps it was time for him to show her how quickly she could lose that control.

It would give him great pleasure to conduct her unravelling.

"I will help you."

He didn't have to look at her to know her head had just shot up, her eyes boring into his skull.

"Why?" She demanded suspiciously.

Damon chuckled, as he once again took his seat on the throne.

This suspicion wasn't new to him.

"Ares' daughter through and through, aren't you?"

She remained unamused, so Damon cut his teasing.

"I'm doing it because I can," he told her, "Because you asked me. Because I want to. And because having you in my debt could prove beneficial."

"Your debt," she measured, "What exactly is it that you want?"

He could only smirk, "I'll think of something worthwhile."

Elena scowled, "You're a swine, you smug bastard."

"Can I take that as your agreement?" Damon grinned.

He wasn't too surprised when he was flashed a middle finger.

Wordlessly, she picked up her sword and stormed out of the double doors, kicking a decapitated head out of her as she did so.

With a smirk, Damon relaxed further into his seat, beckoning the hell hounds to his side and stroking their coarse fur as his thoughts captivated him.

If he knew Elena, and he did, she would be back soon with an agreement, along with conditions of her own, and he'd be drawing up a contract for them to sign.

With careful planning, this could prove very rewarding indeed.

He would just have to hope that Aphrodite wasn't too fond of this particular bastard spawn.

That concludes the first chapter! Let me know what ya'll think about it and what else you would like to see happen in the story!

Thanks for reading and have a good day/night! :)