Part I, Jealousy

They were both in a state of shock. The place where he had taken them was beautiful, if not somewhat cheesy. They had been taken to an old cottage by a lake, in a part of America they didn't know. Heck, who was to say they were even in America anymore? The cottage had a sort of cozy yet simple charm. From what the girls could tell, the building was two stories with the perfect shudders and the perfect door and the perfect variation of flowers around the outside. As perfect as the cottage was, it was nothing in comparison to the lake that was but a few yards away. It's normally clear water looked inky black in the late night. The moon light was just enough to where the water sparkled in an eerie way, somewhat entrancing. Just as the girls were beginning to walk towards the water, maybe to reach out and touch it, they were pulled back with a sudden force. "Why do I always have to play the good guy?" Damon asked, his voice slightly whinny. The girls said nothing, still in a daze from the lake. Damon rolled his eyes, then took the blond by the shoulders. "Amanda, look at me. You will not go towards the water again." Damon's pupils were widening, his gaze intense. Amanda stared straight into his eyes and spoke. "I will not go towards the water again." Damon smiled. "That's a good girl." He turned to the other girl. "Now it's your turn." He repeated the process, and the girl got the same mesmerized look as the other had gotten. Damon backed off a step, and grinned. He'd really outdone himself this time. Taking two girls, both from the same town, and bringing them to this certain location was really quite brilliant. How could the possibly resist him? He definitely had the upper hand, but then again, he usually did."So, ladies. Let's get down to business." Damon scooped both girls into his arms, and ran to a gazebo on the other side of the lake...all in less than 10 seconds. The girls were awake now, but still, they weren't scared. The brunette blinked, then looked around. "Where are we?" "Dear Chelsea, does it really matter? I mean, you've got me with you." Chelsea just looked at Damon, staring him down. Her gaze was so steady, that Damon almost gave in and looked away. Almost. "Chelsea," Damon said, going to her side and sitting her down on the bench. "You know I love you. That's why I went through the trouble of bringing you here. So why don't you just be a good little damsel in distress and just..." "And what's the story for me?" Amanda asked, glaring at Damon's hand on Chelsea's. "I suppose you love me too?" Damon sighed dramatically, and turned to Amanda. "Why is it so hard to understand that I love you both and want you both with me? Can't a guy be happy every once and awhile?" "What about us?" Chelsea demanded. "Why do we have to share you? How do you know that one of us is lying about her feelings for you." Amanda whipped her head around to glare at Chelsea. "And just what," she asked, her teeth bared behind her lips, " are you saying?" Chelsea scoffed. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm trying to say! I'm saying that we all know that I love Damon more than you and that we both know that Damon prefers me anyways!" Right as Amanda was fixing to retort, Damon stepped in between the two. "Girls, girls! This is exactly why you have to share. Trust me, there's plenty of Damon to go around. Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, I think..." "Wait!" Amanda grabbed Damon's arm and looked up at him with her most innocent face. "Damon," she said, her voice taking on a pouty tone. "I would really like to know who you love more. If you can just prove to Chelsea that you love me most, then I'd be willing to share you." Damon's face was that of shock. He quickly composed himself, but all the time was thinking, Crap! Crap crap crap. I did NOT see this coming...Time to lay on the charm. Damon cleared his throat. "My dearest lovers. I simply cannot pick between the two of you. There's so much that I love about the both of you, that I just can't live with one's perfections without the other's!" He smiled his sweetest smile, and hoped that that cheesy line would save the night. It didn't. "Damon, please don't insult us. We're not going to fall for a line like that." Chelsea tapped her foot impatiently. "Just tell us who you love more!". Damon's jaw twitched, a sign of irritation. "Ok girls, here's the thing. I love you both but seeing as that means nothing to either of you, I'm going to try something new. How about the both of you duke it out amongst yourselves, and when you're done, I'll turn the "most loved" into my own personal vampy girlfriend." Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Girlfriend? If you love us so much, why not make one of us your wife?" Damon snorted. "Please, wife? Too much commitment." Chelsea smirked at Amanda. "See? It's obvious I love him more. I don't feel the need to question his every move." Amanda rolled her eyes. "You know what, Chels? Bite me." "I can do it for her..." Damon said mischievously. Amanda beamed while Chelsea scowled. "Are you two going to fight or not? I'd really like to move on with my life." Chelsea gave Damon a look. "It's not like you're getting any older though, is it?" Damon raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled. "Ahh, I like my girls with some wit. Now, hurry up! I have things to do, places to be, people to eat."

Tune in next time for: Part II, The Fight

(Oh, and just so you know, I'm fully aware that this is really bad.)