A/N: So I'm getting pretty bored of the stories I have up now, I'm contemplating deleting some of them. I haven't gotten any reviews lately. So tell me what you think I should do.

I figured that the thing to do if you're bored of your current stories is write a new one. So that's what I plan to do. Lately I have been contemplating doing a crossover between Vampire Diaries, and possibly Twilight. But I want the opinion of my readers first. I know how wrong it could be when people do cross over's. It can take away the element of the real thing most times.

But anyways, I am very open for suggestions.

So tell me what you think I should do while leaving me a review. (oh p.s, y'all know the drill, read and review and I grant the favor back x2.)

In terms of this story, I decided to do the pairing of Anna and Damon. Weirdly enough I sort of like this pairing. It takes place after this season's finale, (so if you haven't watched it. DO NOT READ AHEAD) and in my story, Damon has saved Anna during that night.

K so here I go, make sure to read and review.

Xoxo.

Jen.

Anna's POV

The vervain.

It…it burns.

Where am I?

The night is cold. Anna awakes in the bitter basement of something. She clutches at her left arm, it's stinging.

Damon? She thinks to herself as she turns over slightly. Her eyes are caught with a surprise.

Anna looks at Damon, her eyes slightly glazed from the vervain.

"Anna?"

She squints and looks at him.

He's lying there, pathetic as can be, vervain pumping throughout him.

"Anna!" Damon says once more, although more aggressively this time.

They attacked. They beat the vampires to it.

"Damon….I can't move." Anna looks around at takes in the rest of the vampires that are here.

She sees Damon mentally calculating the rest of them that are in the basement, and watches with intrigue as he looks at her last.

He's looking at me, almost with a sense of sentiment. Our eyes meet again. He's struggling to move.

Footsteps.

Anna's eyes widen in fear, and adrenaline pumps within her.

I'm trapped.

The accelerating footstep of someone comes parading down the steps.

I have to understand that this could be it, this could be just it.

Gasoline. I smell gasoline.

"You…you basturd…"

Damon is speaking to him…Damon is speaking to John Gilbert.

He did it, he killed my mother, and now he's going to kill me.

The walls are closing in, and Anna feels as if she is going to explode with emotion and fear.

John starts pouring the gasoline everywhere and, as if in slow motion, he takes a match and drops it in the most arrogant way.

The flames arise and Anna finds herself just waiting.

There is nothing for me to do but wait, wait for the end to finish.

"John. Back away…..stay away from her."

Who…who is Damon referring to.

A pain hits me on the lower back.

John has nudged me with his foot.

"I'm sorry Anna. I had to….I had to kill your mother. Take this as whatever you will….but now I have to kill you and the rest of them as well."

A stake rises in front of Anna.

Just do it, do it.

Anna's eyes flutter shut and she waits for the realization of death to take her over.

133 years, it was bound to come to an end at some point.

A sweep of air brushes against her body…..

This is what it must feel like.

Like I'm floating.

Anna feels her head hit the ground, she's confused.

The vervain is still pricking its way within her blood, causing her sense of disorientation to amplify.

I will open my eyes.

Her eyes open and leaning over her is Damon.

"Anna, can you hear me? Anna?"

He's speaking with such concern that Anna almost feels like laughing.

"Damon? What is this?"

I guess this is what dead is. Having a handsome guy leaning over you.

"I got us out. Tell me you're alright. The vervain should ease soon."

"I…I'm alive?"

The harsh reality builds within her, and she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

John…I am going to kill him.

"Damon, what about the rest of them?"

Anna asks. Not for personal reasons, just curiosity.

Not that I care or anything.

"Do you really care?"

"No…it's just….what did John do Damon?"

He frowns, and looks down. Never in my life have I seen Damon Salvatore have such compassion within him.

"He…he burned them. Whoever was in that basement."

Anna's fear starts running within her. She shoots up with wide eyes.

"Damon! Where's your brother, Jeremy, and Elena?"

Jeremy…

It was not my time for death…

Anna looks up at Damon.

His eyes are looking right into mine.

I get up, brush myself off and walk closer to him.

"Damon….thank you. Seriously."

He exhales and parts his lips.

" Your welcome…."