Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Damon Salvatore

You walked up to the bar, pushing past all the drunk people in the way. "Bourbon. Top shelf." you order and lean against the bar. the bartender winks at you and turns to get your drink. gross.

The Mystic Grill was holding an anniversary party and basically the entire town was there. You came back a couple weeks ago when you heard about the new doppelganger, Elena Gilbert. a doppelganger meant that a Salvatore wasn't too far behind. and one Salvatore usually meant the other in one way or another.

the bartender sets down your drink. "leave the bottle." you tell him, gently stirring the liquid in the glass and not looking up at him.

"pretty expensive bottle." he comments. you look up through your lashes and see him lean on his elbows, holding the bottle.

"what is that supposed to mean?" you ask with a dry chuckle. probably wasnt the best idea to get in a fight with someone since that would involve blood and you were hungry. hence the bourbon. but when you got hungry, you got bitchy. your veins started to itch as a smirk creeps onto the bartender's face. "i will tear your thr-"

"woah okay." someone interrupts you and puts his hands on your shoulders. "let the lady have the bottle. go do something else." the bartender nods, slightly dazed, and walks away. you recognize the voice that just compelled him and smirk to yourself. you turn around and see him standing there.

"Damon Salvatore, as i live and breathe."

"Y/N Petrova. i thought that was you causing trouble."

"what can i say? its a hobby." you smile and offer him your glass. "want a drink?"

"top shelf?" he asks as he accepts it.

"when is it not with me?"

he smiles slightly and winks. "cheers." he says and takes a drink. you take a swig from the bottle.

"so, what have you been up to? i havent seen you since- what Augustine?" you say and take another drink.

"oh you know. eternity of misery for Stefan and all."

"still on that?" you laugh slightly.

he laughs in response and takes a drink. "what about yourself? youre alot feistier than you were fifty years ago."

"oh you know, few decades with your switch flipped really teaches you how to have fun." you wink and take a drink. "come dance with me." you say and take his hands.

"Y/N, i dont dance."

"you did before Augustine and youre going to tonight."

you pull him against his will to the dance floor and he just glares at you. "Damon, come oon." you whine.

he smirks. "i have a better idea." he takes your hand and pulls out to his car. his opens the passenger door for you and you jump in. he walks around the car and drives you to his house.

"hmm. maybe this is better." you smile slyly as you get out and fix the skirt of your dress.

"it definitely is Y/N. follow me." he smirks as he takes your hand and pulls you through the house.

"oh hey Stefan." you wave quickly as you're hurried through. he waves back just as you're pulled up the stairs.

he pulls you into his room and locks the door. "this is your be-" you start but he shuts you up quickly with a kiss.

"yes this is my better idea." he replies when he pulls away. "are you against it?"

"not at all." you smile, dropping your purse on the floor and wrapping your arms around his neck.

his arms slide around your waist, his hands sliding up to the zipper on your dress. "now, let's have a little fun." he winks and undoes the zipper.

lets just say that Damon did have a better idea than dancing at the grill.

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