WARNINGS: Rated M for Dark Themes, Adult Content, Violence, Abuse, Graphic Sexual Situations, and Language. Not for the faint of heart. If you don't want to read a fanfic with Damon as a dark, cruel, twisted, manipulative, dominant vampire - don't read this!

What if Elena had met Damon first, completely unaware of the existence of vampires? Especially vampires almost entirely void of humanity? I picture this taking place right before the beginning of season one.

I own nothing.


A/N: I've had this idea dancing around in my head for weeks now. I had to start writing it. If you're looking for a happy heart-wrenching Damon and Elena love story, this is not for you! And for anyone following 'The Darkest Side of Me' the next chapter will be out soon. I haven't forgotten!

Please let me know what you think!


No service.

I was beyond frustrated as I took a few steps in the direction of the woods and further from my useless pile of junk car.

That's what you get for driving so far out of town to go to some lame party in the middle of the night, I scolded myself over and over in my head. Jenna is going to strangle me for sneaking out and getting myself stranded in the middle of nowhere.

I glanced at my cell phone once again, wanting more than anything for the screen to say anything but 'no service.' No such luck. With a loud groan I turned back to my pitiful car sitting on the side of the deserted road. Ever since my car had unexpectedly died earlier, not a single car had passed by. Not one person.

I am going to kill Caroline for talking me into attending that stupid party, I decided as I approached the street again. I sighed heavily hopping up to take a seat on the trunk of my car. I wasn't going anywhere for a while.

I leaned back against my car and rested my eyes, breathing in the fresh night air. The overwhelming scent of bark and pine lingered around me. I shivered as the wind began to pick up causing tiny goosebumps to raise along my bare arms.

Thankfully, I had decided on a pair of jeans rather than a skirt for the night. But my small black tank top wasn't cut out for the chilly weather. Holding my breath in hope, I lifted my cell to look at the screen once again and was met with the never ending 'no service' alert.

My heart nearly burst from my chest when I caught a glimpse of dim headlights in the distance. I bounded off my car and watched expectantly as the car drew closer. It began to slow as it pulled near. It was an expensive looking, sharp, Camaro convertible of some sort. I was never good with cars. The top was pulled up and the beautiful light blue color of it shined under the moonlight.

I inched towards the passenger side window and lowered my head to look inside.

Pure cerulean blue eyes stared right back at me. Even in the dark, they were unmistakable. The man was absolutely gorgeous and utterly captivating in every way. Handsome and young, looking to be in his early to mid-twenties at most, his fair skin and incredible bone structure were flawless. His dark hair was a messy kind of perfect. And his lips. I felt my heart rate increase slightly as I watched them curl into an enticing smirk.

"Car trouble?" His words snapped me out of the daze I was in.

I could feel the burning hint of a blush fly across my cheeks. How long had I been staring?

"Y-yeah, I don't know what's wrong with it." I stammered shyly, flashing him a sweet smile and tucking my long chocolate brown hair behind my ear. "I tried to call someone, but my cell has no service."

I watched as he slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his own cell.

"I don't have service either….it must be a bad stretch of road." He replied, sliding it back in his pocket.

He shot a look at my car and back to me and he went on, "I can take a look at it if you'd like."

"Would you?" I couldn't tone down the relief in my voice.

I heard him chuckle quietly to himself as he put his car in park and turned off the ignition. He stepped out of the car and rounded the front of it, walking casually my way. He was dressed extremely well, looking sinfully attractive in dark wash jeans that hugged him in all the right places. An amazing black leather jacket hung over a black buttoned up shirt underneath. The first two buttons sat open just giving a peek of his defined neck.

Caroline had always warned me time and time again if a guy was smoldering hot and well dressed, he was probably gay. If anyone would know, it would be Caroline.

"Do you mind popping the hood for me?" He asked stepping around the front of my car.

"No problem." I responded, opening my car door.

As I slowly reached for the hood latch, I hesitated, catching a glimpse of him through the windshield. I followed his gaze and peeked down at my chest. The fabric of my tank top slightly dipped forward exposing the top of my breasts. He was staring and he didn't care to hide it.

Definitely not gay, I concluded in my head. A wide grin snuck across my lips as I pulled the latch and climbed back out of the car. I combed my fingers through my hair and adjusted my clothes hastily as he looked under the hood. I probably looked a wreck compared to him.

I moved closer, resting one my hands along the open hood and I watched him quietly as he examined the engine. His eyes lifted to lock on mine and he finally spoke.

"Look what you did." He joked, motioning to my car.

"What did I do?" I cried, giggling at his obvious teasing.

"I have no idea." He admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat, "To be perfectly honest, I'm clueless when it comes to fixing cars. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you."

His abrupt honesty caught me off guard. I stared back at him, placing my hands on my hips and smirking. I couldn't say I wasn't flattered.

"What's your name anyway?" He questioned, closing the hood of my car.

"Elena." I replied, watching him as took a step in my direction, "And yours?"

"Damon." He introduced himself, his tone touched on cockiness.

"Aren't you a little young to be out by yourself in the middle of the night, Elena?" He teased, inching closer to me.

"I can handle myself." I shot back at him.

"Obviously." He mocked me, motioning to my car.

I stared up at him as he took one more step forward, closing the small gap between us. I could feel my heart beating faster with every second that passed. He was standing uncomfortably close to me. My skin started to heat up from my increasing nervousness. He dropped his gaze from my eyes to my lips and down my neck.

To my surprise, he stepped around me and closed the driver's side door to my car. He headed back over to his car and slowed down turning back to me, "Come on, I'll give you a ride wherever you need to go."

Not waiting for my response he climbed back into his car and started it. I hesitated, glancing down at the handle to the passenger's side door. I didn't know this man at all. My hand lingered on the door handle as I considered my options. Stay out here stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night with no one around and no phone signal or go with the sinfully attractive man I just met. I could picture Jenna's face as I got dropped off by a stranger that picked me up on the side of the road when I was supposed to be home safe and sound in my room all along.

I took a deep breath and opened the passenger door and plopped down inside. Either way, she was going to kill me, I might as well spend my last night of freedom with him. I gasped as his arm suddenly extended in front of me, slightly brushing against my chest. I sat frozen as he grabbed my seat belt tightly in his hand and slowly pulled it around me, fastening it securely.

"Safety first." He purred in a low tone.

I exhaled after a few moments, I had never met anyone in my life who made me so jumpy. I looked back at my car as we pulled away and I stared in silence until it disappeared from sight.

"Where am I taking you?" He asked curiously.

"Mystic Falls." I turned a little in my seat to look at him.

"Ah, Mystic Falls." His replied nodding, "I have property there so I pop in every once in a while."

"Really? What property?" I pried.

"The boarding house out by Wickery Bridge." He answered moving his eyes back to the road.

"That's your property?" I tried my best to hide the disbelief in my voice.

"I share it with my brother. Neither of us visits Mystic Falls much. I don't really stay in one place for long. I get bored." He explained, flashing me a breath-taking grin.

I wanted to tell him he should reconsider staying in Mystic Falls for awhile because I could make it worth his while, but luckily, I caught myself. It was far too suggestive. After all, I'm not Caroline Forbes. Far from it, in fact.

My eyes discreetly studied him again, but this time I found my thoughts were a lot more provocative. I wondered what it would be like to kiss his alluring lips, to feel his hands all over my body and tangled in my hair. He definitely wasn't like any guy I knew, he looked like he would know exactly what he was doing. His free hand rested comfortably on his upper thigh, drawing my eyes to his lap. He caught me staring and I quickly averted my eyes, trying desperately to hide the blush that no doubt washed over my cheeks.

We sat in silence, but I could feel his eyes on me, watching me as I watched the road. I saw the road sign for Mystic Falls up ahead and turned to him flashing a sweet smile. He didn't return the smile as he continued to peer back at me.

I sat up in my seat in confusion as the exit for Mystic Falls came and went in a matter of seconds.

"You missed the exit." I laughed, pointing back where we had just come from.

"I'm having a problem I'm struggling with right now." He stated in a casual tone, completely ignoring me. "I'm not sure if I want to kill you or keep you."

A slightly uncomfortable laugh rushed from my lips. Okay, strange sense of humor.

"Seriously, you passed the exit." My tone was growing more severe.

"I tend to grow tired of company rather quickly. Then, if you put off the kill for too long it takes all the fun out of it. But you... there's something about you." He explained nonchalantly.

A heavy feeling was making itself known in my stomach. It was official, his sense of humor was fucked.

"This isn't funny anymore. I'd like to go home now." I demanded, trying to disguise the cold fear setting in.

"So pretty and innocent. I could have a lot of fun with you." He drawled at me, reaching for my face.

I slapped his hand away as the feeling of panic started to rise.

"Don't touch me." I hissed at him, struggling to unhook my seat belt.

The second the seat belt sprung free, I was across the passenger seat and pressed tightly against the car door, attempting to get as far away from him as possible.

"Take me home." I pleaded in a small, weary voice.

"Aww, you're adorable." He smirked at me, unaffected by the entire situation.

"I don't understand! Why are you doing this?" I cried, my entire body was shivering.

"Why not?" He replied casually, turning his eyes back to the road.

"Wh-what do you want?" I choked out, desperate for some type of explanation.

No answer. He tapped his fingers in a rhythm against the steering wheel as he watched the road. I could feel tears building up in my eyes, I was nauseous and utterly terrified.

This couldn't really be happening to me. I'd heard horror stories about abductions on the news and in the paper, but this couldn't be happening to me. This couldn't be real.

I strained my eyes to check out the surroundings as we sped by. I could barely make out the faint outlines of the trees on both sides of the road through the pitch black night. I shot a glance at the speedometer. He was speeding at a steady 90 mph. Jumping out of the car was definitely not a sensible option.

My heart jumped in my chest as I heard my cell phone go off. I wasted no time lunging forward, burying my hand in my purse, desperately grabbing for it.

A shriek flew from my lips as he grabbed me with one hand and yanked me across the seat, right up against him. His eyes pierced deeply into mine. I sat completely still as my cell phone tone echoed through the car. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't even blink.

"Give me your phone." He instructed in a low voice.

I stared back at him for a moment, my mind was a fuzzy mess. The only thing I knew for sure was I needed to give him my phone. He released me, glancing back at the road as he continued to drive. I quickly searched my purse, tracking down my phone in a matter of seconds and I handed it over to him instantly.

"Good girl." He praised me happily.

I sat in shock for a moment, replaying what just happened in my head. Why did I just hand over my only chance of a rescue? I didn't want to give it to him. I didn't even put up a fight. It didn't make sense.

Without warning, he smashed my phone down against the dashboard. It immediately shattered into pieces, any chance of hope for me shattered along with it. I curled up in the far corner of the passenger's seat, pulling my legs securely against my chest, trying to stop myself from shaking in terror.

"Aww, c'mon Elena, we were having so much fun a few minutes ago." He shot me a wicked smile.

"Please... please take me home. I won't say anything, please, just let me go." I choked out.

"I haven't even had the chance to play with you yet." He whispered, trailing his fingers along my neck.

I could feel chills run up and down my spine as I tried to pull out of his reach. To my surprise, my hand grazed a sharp piece of plastic from what was left of my phone on the seat cushion. I grasped it tightly in my hand and my heart was beating like a hammer inside my chest. I had to try something, anything.

In a flash, I leapt at him, trying everything in my power to cut him with the jagged piece of plastic. I gasped feeling him grab my wrist so fast I didn't even see it coming, his other hand stayed on the wheel and his face turned to mine flashing me a dark expression.

He immediately reduced his speed, holding me in place. His hand was like a vice grip on me. In seconds he had pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. I shrieked in pain as his hold grew even tighter, the piece of plastic dug deep into my palm piercing into my skin, spilling blood.

I stared in pure horror as his face began to change right in front of me. His eyes filled with a deep shade of red and pulsating veins began to rise from his upper cheeks. Razor sharp fangs peeked out from below his upper lip as he gazed at my hand.

I shrieked as he suddenly tackled me, tossing me back across the passenger's seat at an inhuman speed. His chest was heaving against mine.

"I just need a taste." His raspy voice was riddled with urgency.

I kneed him as hard as I possibly could catching him entirely off guard. A loud growl rumbled from his throat as I shoved the car door open and frantically crawled out from underneath him.

I collapsed on the cold hard ground right outside the car door and I kicked it shut directly behind me. I scrambled to my feet and spun around to catch a glimpse of the car and froze in horror. The car sat empty, the driver's side door hung open and Damon was nowhere to be seen.

I turned to sprint into the woods and screamed in utter shock as I crashed into him. He slammed me backwards against the car and bared his fangs at me.

"What are you?" I cried as tears erupted from my eyes.

"What do you think?" He snarled.

He held me securely against the car as he tore open the passenger door. Before I could even attempt an escape, he had forced me onto the back seat with one swift movement.

Then he was on top of me, crushing me beneath him. I struggled with all my strength, pushing against his chest and screaming at the top of my lungs. There was no doubt about it, I was going to die.

"This would be a lot easier if you didn't struggle." He purred fiendishly in my ear.

He buried his face into my neck and, moments later, piercing pain shot through my body as his fangs sunk deep into my neck. Sobs spilled from my mouth as I pounded helplessly against his chest.

A groan of pleasure reverberated from his throat as he drank my blood. My body was burning up in pain and my vision was beginning to blur. His hard, strong body pressed harshly against mine. I felt his hands run up the sides of my thighs.

I whimpered as the strength in my arms gave out. He snaked his hands along my trembling body and delicately grasped my chin in his hand. He carefully slid his teeth from my sore neck and gasped breathlessly against my hot skin.

"Stop, p-please.." My quivering voice was barely audible.

He turned my head to the side and I wailed as the sharp stab of his teeth broke through my skin a second time. He ground his hips roughly into mine as he took his precious time drinking. My body slipped deeper and deeper into a paralyzing state.

I was fading fast, growing so numb I could barely feel his hands pulling and tugging at my clothes, yanking me closer as he fed.

This is it.

I was going to die.


My eyes shot open.

I was met with complete darkness in every direction. My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest. Half of my body pulsated with pain while the other half was heavily numb.

Lifting my head weakly, I came to the quick realization that I was sprawled out across the very same backseat I had been positive I was going to die in. I held my breath catching a glimpse of Damon sitting in the driver's seat. A jumbled mess of music blared from his car speakers as he drove.

My stomach felt like it was twisted in a million knots. Massive dizzy spells hit me on a consistent loop every few minutes and my body temperature ran hot and cold simultaneously.

I remained completely still, resting my head against the seat. I wanted to give in and just breakdown and cry in unbearable fear, but I forced myself to keep it together.

Damon was a real life monster. A vampire, I had concluded, no matter how crazy it sounded. I had seen countless horror movies, hundreds of fictional vampires and monsters, but no movie could have prepared me for him.

I froze in a silent panic as he turned his attention back to me. I closed my eyes pretending to be in the same unconscious state he had left me in and I felt his hand wrap around my arm that lay limp across my stomach. He carefully lifted it gliding his fingers down to my wrist expertly, checking my pulse.

"You're a tough little one, aren't you?" He sounded downright amused.

He lingered longer than needed, rubbing his fingers gently against my tender skin. Then he finally released it and turned back to face the road.

I tried to stay in control, laying as still as a statue. I could smell the overwhelming scent of blood all around me.

After an insufferably long wait, I sensed the car slowing and taking a quick turn. A flood of light poured into the windows and when my eyes finally adjusted to the harsh brightness, I caught a glimpse of a gas station sign.

I shut my eyes tightly once again, hearing him shift in his seat to check on me. I heard the creaking sound of the driver's side door opening and I eyed the back of his head discreetly as he swiftly climbed out of the car and quietly shut the door behind him.

Not willing to waste a single second of time, I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out in pain as I rolled myself off the seat and onto the floor of the car. I ran my shaking hand along the two giant bite marks left on my neck. Dried blood covered my skin and my slightly torn tank top. I put forth all my effort dragging myself across the floor to the passenger's side of the car and I scrambled, reaching desperately for the door handle.

With one strong push the door popped open and I slipped out from behind the passenger's seat and tumbled out of the car. I sat on the cold pavement, soundlessly closing the door behind me and I began the seemingly impossible crawl to get to help. My arms and legs shuddered weakly beneath me as I pushed forward. My temples were throbbing and my vision was hazy.

As I neared an empty gas pump in front of me, I managed to use it to pull myself to my feet. I was far too terrified to shoot a glance behind me to see if he had spotted me. I staggered ahead hastily feeling hot tears start to roll down my cheeks as I busted through the front door of the gas station. An annoying buzzing sound echoed through the shop as I entered.

The clerk was a middle aged man sitting with his feet propped up on the counter, totally engulfed in the newspaper. The moment he lowered his paper to sneak a look at me, he dropped it to the floor and climbed to his feet.

"Miss, what happened?" A startled expression crossed his face as he caught a glimpse of my blood stained skin and clothes.

"Please, I need help!" I was practically sobbing now as I hurried closer to the counter.

"What happened to you?" He questioned in alarm.

"There's no time. You have to lock the door!" I cried, my eyes darted to the front of the gas station.

"You'll be alright. I'll call you an ambulance." He started hurrying over to the phone.

"No, you don't understand-" I stopped abruptly as terror rushed through every inch of my body.

Damon was making his way to the front door. I dropped to the floor immediately and scurried behind the farthest aisle and out of sight.

The buzz sounded across the store as he came inside. I crawled frantically towards the back of the store, as far away from the front counter as I could manage. I peeked around the corner, stocked with bags of chips, and I spotted Damon approaching the counter leisurely.

"Excuse me." Damon spoke to the clerk politely.

"Just a moment, Sir. Urgent call-" The clerk stopped mid-sentence holding the phone to his chest. "Now, where did she go?"

"Pretty? Dark hair? Bloody and hysterical?" Damon questioned, sounding positively enthralled in entertainment.

"Yes..." The clerk shot him a look of confusion, "That's her."

"Good." He replied sharply turning to glance around the empty store behind him.

I ducked back behind the shelf and held my breath. A heavy silence filled the air. I inched forward and peered back to the front again and my eyes widened in fear.

Damon was standing directly behind the counter now. The clerk was busy on the phone with his back to him. I wanted to scream, to warn the man, to do something, but before I had a chance to react, Damon reached up and snapped the man's neck in one swift, effortless movement.

I could hear the loud, nauseating crack from all the way across the store. The man's lifeless body dropped instantly to the floor behind the counter. I threw my hand up over my mouth to keep myself from making any noise. He killed him. Murdered him right before my very eyes, without even thinking twice. A wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn't let him find me.

Damon let out a short sigh and adjusted his leather jacket as he made his way back around the counter.

"Elenaaa, come on out, Sweetheart." His tone was full of cheerfulness.

He casually began his stroll down the first isle, furthest from me, rummaging through some of the snacks and candy as he made his way down.

I could feel myself being over-run with panic. I crawled around the opposite end of the isle and soundlessly made my way back towards the front of the store. I could hear his footsteps in the far isle, continuing his sluggish pace.

"I can smell you." He called out matter-of-factly. "There is absolutely no way to escape me when you're covered in blood."

I heard his slow footsteps echoing through the second isle over, now he was heading towards the front of the store as well. I stopped crawling instantly, realizing he was going to turn into my isle any minute.

To my surprise, his footsteps stopped and he spoke, "Which, by the way, I must admit you taste fucking delicious."

I was startled as the buzz of the front door sounded through the store, followed by a series of high pitched giggling and chatting. I scrambled forward and looked around the corner spotting three girls about my age. They crowded around the front counter, talking loudly as they waited for the clerk. The dead clerk.

One of the girls turned around, scanning the store and her eyes stopped abruptly. A wild grin curled across her lips and she leaned over quickly whispering to the other girls. They all turned slightly, trying hard to be discreet. I knew the look on their faces well. They had spotted Damon.

I crawled out further into sight and managed to catch one of the girl's attention. I held my finger up to my lips and frantically shooed her, warning her to leave.

"Oh my god." The girl cried, spotting the blood all over me.

My heart nearly jumped from my chest as Damon suddenly crashed into the group of them. Everything happened so fast, shrieks, screams and the all too familiar sound of snapping bones flooded the room for only a matter of seconds. I lunged back behind the isle covering my ears and squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't stop myself from hyperventilating. I shook uncontrollably as I suffered the most intense panic attack of my entire life.

My hands remained tightly locked over my ears long after the brutal noises had ceased, I kept my eyes squeezed shut, refusing to move at all. Minutes passed, I was practically counting them in my head. I knew once I opened my eyes I was going to die. I could feel his presence there as I carefully rocked back and forth.

One, two, three, four more minutes passed and nothing.

I took a deep breath and dropped my hands down to my sides. My eyes stayed tightly closed as I listened. Still, nothing.

Ever so slowly, I opened my eyes and immediately felt my blood run cold in my veins. Damon's face was inches from mine, he was kneeling in front of me unmoving with an unreadable expression plastered across his face.

My breath hitched in my throat as I stared right back at him, my heart was beating so rapidly I swear I could hear it. I didn't scream or try to escape. I just waited.

My lips began to tremble as his face inched closer and closer to mine. I tensed my shoulders, pressing back against the shelf behind me. I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes lowered to gaze at my lips and then back up to my eyes. He slowly cocked his head to the side and a sinister smirk rolled across his lips.

"I've decided..." He finally spoke in a low tone, "I'm going to keep you."


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