Elena's P.O.V


The little blue plus sign starred up at me, going against every single thing I believed in. I put the pregnancy test down onto the counter and starred at it as I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. Even though I threw up thirty minutes ago, I felt like I had to throw up again. My palms were sweaty and my mind was running wild.

I was pregnant.

The reality of the entire situation hit me hard as I whispered those words to myself. I dropped my head and starred at the floor as I thought back to the night in December that caused this.


"Stefan I don't want to stay home for another night," I complained to my boyfriend. We were fighting. Stefan wanted to spend another night in bed doing absolutely nothing while I wanted to go out. I lived in Mystic Falls my whole life, so I knew better than anyone else that there wasn't much to do in the small town. Stefan could have at least taken me to get a burger and play some pool at the Mystic Grille. I voiced my opinion and rolled my eyes as he ignored it.

"I'll cook here for you. I'll cook and then we can watch a movie," he had said.

"You're not getting the point, Stefan. I want to go out. We've done nothing but sit indoors for the past two weeks. Don't you want to do something different?"

He had frowned and shook his head. I groaned in frustration and threw my hands up in the air. I was ready to give up.

"Are you trying to say I'm boring?" Stefan asked. I could see that he was getting defensive as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"That's not what I'm saying, Stefan. I don't think you're boring. I know you're not boring, that's why I'm getting so mad right now," I explained.

We continued to argue for the next couple of minutes. I realized that I was getting nowhere with this argument. I grabbed my car keys from his table after putting my jacket back on.

"Stefan," I said, "If you want to stay home, fine. I'm going out. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I let him say nothing else after that and left, knowing he would give me my space. Stefan always gave me my space. That was one of the things I loved about him. I got into my car and drove away from the Boarding House, heading towards the Mystic Grill.

I parked my car down the block and pushed the door to the Grill open. It was crowded as it should be on a Friday night. I saw no sign of my friends which was a let down, but I didn't worry. I sent a quick text message asking Caroline if she was busy. While I waited, I sat at the bar and ordered a glass of soda.

"Rough night, Gilbert?"

As I heard the familiar voice, I wanted to bang my head against the car counter. I should have figured he would be there. If he wasn't drinking at home, he was drinking here. I swung the stool around to face Damon Salvatore. He was in his usual attire; black t-shirt, black jeans, and his signature leather jacket. He wore his usual smirk as he looked at me sitting at the bar.

"Can I help you, Damon?" I asked with a tired voice.

He took a seat next to me and ordered two bottles of beer.

"Drinking two at a time? You might want to go to an A.A meeting," I joked.

"One is for me," Damon said as he took the bottles. He slid one over to me and continued to smirk, "And this one is for you."

"No." I shook my head. I wasn't going to drink. That's not what I went to the Grill for. I repeated myself before telling him, "I'm not drinking. I'm going to stick with my soda and then play a game of pool."

Damon pouted, "Oh come on, Elena. Have some fun in your life."

"I don't need to drink to have fun."

"With me you do," he waggled his eyebrows at me and chuckled when I rolled my eyes. He waved the bottle at me. "Come on Elena, you know you want to."

That was one thing about Damon Salvatore that drove me crazy. Ever since I met him, he was able to see right through me. He knew every one of my thoughts and knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted the beer and he knew I did. I took it from his hands and popped the cap off, clinking the neck of my bottle with his. I held the bottle up to my lips and took a sip, starting off slow.

I watched as he took a sip as well and then placed the bottle down onto the bar. He looked back at me and I had to look away to avoid his intense blue eyes. He chuckled again before asking, "So why are you here and not with my saintlike brother?"

Just thinking of Stefan and the fight we got into made me angry all over again. I took a large sip from my bottle and clearly surprised Damon.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"It's not trouble in paradise," I sighed. The fight really wasn't that bad. I was just overreacting. "We got into a small fight. I wanted to go out and he didn't."

I guess Damon had found that bit of information amusing. He tossed his head back and laughed out loud, gaining the attention of a few bystanders. I glared at Damon until he sat back. He had a smile on his face from laughing, a rare sight to see, and I couldn't help but feel the glare slip away as I saw that smile. He noticed me staring and the smile faded. I felt disappointed.

"The boring vampire strikes again, huh?" Damon rolled his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, "Well it's about time you realized how boring my brother can be."

"Stefan isn't boring all of the time!" I defended my boyfriend. I finished off my beer before pushing the empty bottle away. Damon ordered two more for us as I continued to talk. "Stefan can be fun but for the past two weeks he's wanted to do nothing but sit inside. I have friends that want to hang out. I don't want to sit inside all of the time when I can be out having a good time."

"So that's why you're here?" he asked as he handed me the second bottle. "To have a good time?"

I paused for a moment as I took the bottle from his hands. Our fingers brushed together and I felt a bit of a shock. I pulled away quickly, but never pulled my eyes away from his. I felt as if I was being compelled, but I could feel my locket wrapped around my neck. I nodded my head, answering yes to his question.

"Then a good time is what you'll have. Finish that beer. We're going to move on to the better stuff."

The next couple of hours passed quickly. Shots were taken one after the other. Bets were made over pool, followed by more shots. We were trashed, both of us. Damon hid it well, but I could tell that he was just as drunk as I was.

After a while we had no choice but to leave the Mystic Grill. We couldn't stay there all night. I stumbled out of the door, laughing at absolutely nothing. Damon followed closely behind me and bumped into me, sending us both into another fit of hysterics.

"Where should we go?" I hiccupped.

He pointed to me with a goofy grin, telling me that we should go back to my house. I told him we couldn't drive, so he pulled me onto his back. He was running at top speed. The colors around me were zooming by and I was amazed by them. I wanted Damon to keep running forever. Soon we were at my house and we tiptoed as quietly as we could up to my room.

I tripped into the room as I opened the door and started to laugh. Damon hushed me as he tried to stop himself from laughing. I closed the door and leaned against it with a wide smile on my face. He placed a hand on the side of my head and looked down at me with an expression I couldn't read. With my mind not clear, I didn't think of what I did next. I had moved closer to him, standing on the tips of my toes to brush my lips against his. I pulled away quickly with a shy smile on my face as I played with the ends of his hair. Damon smirked down at me as he pressed his body against mine. I moaned instantly, causing his eyes to light up with mischief.

In a flash he had me pressed into the mattress of my bed as he kissed me passionately. I felt as if my entire body was on fire as I arched my back into his body. He pulled away and moaned in my ear. Now I was the one smirking. I pulled his face back to mine and continued to kiss him, finding it hard to stop.

Hours later I was laying naked in my bed, Damon's naked body pressed against my back. His arm was wrapped lazily around my waist as he played with my fingers. My eyes drifted shut and soon I was falling asleep.

The next morning when I woke up, the hangover hit me hard. I stumbled out of bed to shut the window and pull the drapes shut. The light was killing me and the sooner I got rid of it, the better. I shivered because of the cold air and that's when I realized I was completely naked. I had no underpants on, not even a shirt. I rushed over to my dresser to dress quickly before crawling back into bed. As I laid my head on the pillow, I struggled to remember the events from the previous night.

The fight with Stefan was the first thing that popped into my mind. From there, I tried to connect the dots. The fight had led me to go to the Mystic Grill. There, I ran into Damon. We drank, played pool, drank some moreā€¦

That's when it all clicked in my head. I gasped and threw my hand over my mouth.

"Elena? Is everything okay?" The voice of my Aunt Jenna drifted through the door.

"Everything's fine!" I shouted. My voice was shaky and when I heard her say nothing more, I figured she went downstairs. I pulled the blankets over my head as the guilt sank in. I slept with Stefan's brother. I cheated on Stefan with his own brother, making me no better than Katherine Pierce. The guilt hurt and I sank lower into the mattress, wishing I could fix it all.

New story.

I had started this last month when my friend gave me the idea. I didn't plan on posting it until I had more than ten chapters finished. The only reason I'm posting this is because I know a lot of my readers are upset over the lack of Damon in my other story right now. This story has much more Damon. I'll continue updating the other story while writing for this one and I hope I can manage to make the updates frequent.

Also I know you must be really confused about how Elena could be pregnant with Damon's baby when he's a vampire. It will all be explained in the next chapter. I hope you all like the new story and continue to read both this one and my other story.