A/N – New story! It's set in the TV Show, but Elena and Bonnie look like the books, and their personalities from books.

DAMON POV

Elena Gilbert walked to the Boarding House, where she thought both Salvatore brothers would be. Her blonde hair, lighter since being changed, blew in the wind, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief – a new feature since becoming what she was now. But her happiness – humanity, even – was gone. I, a watching vampire, noticed one thing in particular. The Lapis Lazuli necklace hanging around her neck. She was wearing form-fitting black jeans, a purple tank top and leather jacket. I didn't know why I was spying on Elena, why I felt the need to watch her. I knew she didn't care for Stefan in a boyfriend-girlfriend way, but my brother and I both cared for her safety. I came up behind her and placed my hands over her mouth, eager to see her reaction. Instantly, she spun around, fangs dropping, and snarled. Her beautiful face transforming into an equally beautiful mask of hatred. It only lasted a while, though, until she realized who it was.

"What the hell, Damon?" She yelled. I smirked smugly, but then sobered as i noticed that her eyes were red from crying. When she saw that I had noticed the tears, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Using vampire speed, I raced in front of her, only to see that Elena wasn't there. I felt someone tap my shoulder, so turned around and reached out to grab her, only to be left holding air.

"Yoo-hoo!" A voice like crystal taunted. I could practically hear her smirk. She tugged on my hair, and I ran to a point a few metres away. Looking back, I saw Elena standing where I had just been, head tipped to the side slightly. Aiming to surprise her, I ran, a blur, over to her, just to see her standing away from me.

"How do you do that?" I asked, curious. "Run so fast?" Her smile faded, and when she spoke, it was just a whisper, but she knew I could hear.

"Because of who I was turned by." We stood in silence for a few minutes, both haunted by the terrifying image of the sinister Klaus, with his light blue eyes, and pale blonde hair. I looked at her, and saw eyes burning with hatred towards Klaus. I ran to tackle her, trying to lighten the mood, and we both fell to the floor, laughing. I had been a while since I had heard Elena laugh. Windchimes, was the word that came to mind.

"We'd better head home." She suggested, after a few minutes of lying side-by-side, gazing at the midnight blue, slowly turning black, sky.

I jumped up, and after pulling her up with me, we walked down the lonesome road. I felt her shiver as we approached the graveyard. It had been three days since Elena's family and friends had gathered to mourn the loss of Meredith. Obviously, without one person. I knew that the girl now standing next to me still felt like she had discovered her best friend's body yesterday. And I knew that her heart was torn apart when she had found out who had murdered the wise teen.

Knowing that Elena wouldn't want to see the freshly dug grave, I picked her up, bridal style, and ran home. She buried her face into my neck, and I chuckled as I set her down outside of the Boarding House. After a timid smile in my direction, she walked into the house. Standing at the door, she turned and mouthed 'thank you' to me, then didn't glance back.

A/N – A very short prologue. I already have an idea of who murdered Meredith, but I can't tell you yet.

Should I continue? FACT: Reviews inspire me to write faster.