So I'm already writing a humongous fanfic for Vampire Diaries but I couldn't resist my favorite vampire. So here I am with a shorter fic that will be starring Damon and my very spontaneously yet delightfully developed OC. Please review, let me know if you like. It helps and plus my self esteem goes up 2 points every review ;) So without further ado, I DO NOT OWN the Vampire Diaries characters in their many forms on tv and in literature. This is television based btw.

Dream Girl

I. Torment

How do you always know what I will say?

You seem to know me in the clearest way

I want to run and hide, keep you from finding me

You shouldn't see, what is my mystery

But with the timing right

It could be paradise

To do this now

Would not be right

I was just fine, yes I was fine I thought

I didn't think that I would get so lost

To have and not to hold and to pretend I'm cold

It is a lie because I melt every time

And with the timing right

It could be paradise

To do this now

Would not be right

So stay away from me

You're better off to stay as far from lovin' me

Just stay a fantasy

In the dark, in the night and in my dreams

From Nadia Ali's Fantasy

Again, she was here again, with her addicting presence, her dark eyes that welcomed him every time. She wore nothing, luscious curves, soft brown skin that was hot under his fingertips, dotted with perspiration, rivulets of proof that he'd been fucking her for well over five hours. His hands gripped round hips, the flesh of her smooth skin, pressed tightly with all ten of his fingers. She shifted in his lap, grinding a full bottom onto his erection. He groaned into their tumultuous and heady kiss, her hair black and curtaining them both. She pulled away, looked at him, searching his gaze. The look was personal, haunted. It was clear that she wanted more, her fingertips traced the furrow in his brow, down his nose, her thumb graced gently over his bottom lip. She kissed him again, pulled away, kissed him more deeply, her tongue curving and convincing against his closed mouth. The swell of her ass pushed down into him again, forcing him to open his mouth, to yield another sound and let her tongue torment, tease, taunt and worship him. He pulled her up, finally and she guided him inside of her, sinking with a low mewl, that seemed to shudder through her chest. Their lips met as did their groping hands as they curled around one another, as did their bodies as Damon lent some vampiric speed to their lovemaking. She gasped out a plea in a breathless little whisper, her body practically humming against his as they grinded against one another.

"Why," he asked her in a quick huff, "why do I keep seeing you?"

The question was punctuated by aimed thrusts that hit just at her sweet spot. After a month of the same dream, the same woman, and the various positions, Damon knew many of her pleasure points. The one he was pounding away at, the one that had her shuddering in his arms, squeezed and clenched around him like a vice, was almost at its limit. Damon switched them so that she was underneath him, her arms held over her head and he could drive into her more quickly, literally not giving her a second to breathe.

"Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow..." she said over and over her eyes closed, sweat breaking over the curve of her upper lip, sliding down her mouth until she removed it with a slow sweep of her tongue.

"Look at me and say that," he demanded. His hands tightened a bit around her hands, she arched upwards, round and succulent breasts peaked high towards the ceiling of their imaginary hotel room.

He slowed, edging her away from her climax. She growled, her dark hair gathered messily beneath her as she tilted her head to look at him. He slow grinded into her core, pulling out all the way and sinking into her forbidden heat with a slick glide. She clenched around him, using her thighs to wrap around him, trying to sway him into loving her harder.

"Please, I don't know why," she said softly, " please, Damon. Please."

She couldn't be the innocent Damon thought reluctantly. How could someone that appeared in his dreams this way for over a month be innocent? She bucked her hips showing her plea rather than voice it. He leaned over her, now completely embedded within her, he didn't move.

"Dreamgirl? What do you want from me," he whispered at her ear. He laved gently over the soft lobe, sucking soft skin between his lips. One of his hands thumbed at taut dusky nipple.

"You... just you," she breathed.

He closed his eyes, hearing her the desperate truth in her words. His fangs itched, begged to be released and just bite her, but he didn't, he couldn't. Lord help him if her blood was just as addicting, just as sweet as the rest of her delectable body. He changed pace at this thought, the thought of her blood pooling into his mouth, biting her just as she came and watching her unravel in ecstacy. He sank fingers into her thighs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. He was so blissfully deep inside of her. Her pussy walls clamped around him with intent, he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her lips were a little too wide and they were a soft red because of the many, many kisses. They were also open in a silent scream of pleasure as he changed pace on a dime, fucking her into the bed so hard that the sheets were sliding upwards. The bed, a solid Californian, rocked steadily against the lush carpet.

"Damon! Damon, Please!"

A low groan echoed from her chest and he could hear her heart stutter as she came around him again for what had to be the tenth time that night. He kept going, sporadic thrusts getting her off once more before he leaned over, sucking harshly at her throat and came inside her. She gasped softly, her heartbeat catching itself, her fingers splayed over his back.

When he regained himself he looked at her, saw her eying him dreamily. He caught her lips again, their softness surreal and very welcome. He knew that the dream would end soon, he almost dreaded the thought. When he broke the kiss he offered her a small honest smile.

"I believe you, Dreamgirl."

"I'm glad," she said, "because I don't want you to think...I'd never trick you like this. And I don't know how to make this stop."

"Probably my battered pysche," he said pulling them into a comfortable spooning position. His arms held her to him, her head was tucked just underneath his. Her breathing was slow and easy, her spicy scent hovering over them both.

"Good night," she said closing her eyes.

"Night."

And then he woke up.

Damon sat up slowly, now use to the aching arousal that followed him into the waking world. He glanced at the woman beside him, the woman he loved. He didn't want to wake her and stole out of bed in a quiet rush, down to the kitchen.

"Can't sleep," Stefan asked a somewhat knowing grin on his face. Damon smiled toothily, no real humor in his eye. After the entire ordeal with Klaus, after a year of things slowly getting back to normal one thing had stayed broken, his relationship with his brother. Stefan had resumed living at the boardinghouse, he figured more out of a sense of familiarity then actually wanting to be near him. Or maybe staying in Mystic Falls was the only way he'd ever have a piece of Elena. Damon reached down into the liquor cabinet and pulled out the familiar crystal bottle of bourbon. He poured himself a glass, raised a brow at Stefan. Stefan smiled and shrugged.

"Why not," the younger brother said.

They drank together, glass after glass. Damon was sure that every glass for Stefan was a glass he drank for and because of Elena. His younger brother's constant torment pervaded the house like a lingering spirit. Despite this, Damon had never been able to talk to his brother about Elena, about what had happened. He never worked up the courage to apologize either, hiding beneath a thin facade of entitlement.

"So who was she?"

Damon finished his glass before setting it on the mahogany coffee table. He leaned back a little getting more comfortable, might as well be, with the ride he was about to experience. He shrugged.

"No clue what you're talking about baby bro, those wicked dreams are all about Elena." He offered a smirk and raised a brow, maybe just hinting that Stefan had to be crazy.

Damn the bastard for being so astute, Damon thought, as Stefan only smiled. Smiles on Stefan nowadays was more for dark humor and wry sarcasm. There was rarely any happiness. However, on this occassion there was a sort of dark delight in his brother's eyes. Stefan was glad about the dreams, glad that he couldn't sleep, that he felt guilty, all of it. He wondered if Stefan had peeked into his mind at some point. He was certain that he would have felt it but could all of this questioning really be Stefan's ingenuity?

"And now who's the wicked liar," Stefan said still smiling, "because you and I both know, those noises you make in your sleep...aren't for Elena."

Damon narrowed his eyes. "Calling me a liar?"

"Among other things, yes. Yes, I am. You're dreaming of another woman while you sleep with the girl you stole from me. It's disgusting. You've only been dating, what, maybe eleven months now? Not very long to already be changing tastes, is it brother?"

"You haven't the faintest clue what. the fuck. you're talking about,"Damon clipped as he stood up.

It couldn't possibly be as Stefan said, could it? He would die for Elena. He loved her, had faught for her. He closed his eyes, pictured her in his mind. Her dark brown hair, golden skin as if some wood nymph had been her mother. Her eyes were always so expressive, delectable in pleasure, a fierce torrent of love and bravery just underneath her kind gaze all the time. And her body was something he'd always thought perfect, he'd proven that to her many many atime. He licked his lips, looked upstairs.

"You'll have to excuse me brother, the alcohol is just not gonna be enough tonight. I think I'm gonna go shag your ex. Good night."

He stood up, gave a mock salute and used vampiric speed to be in the bedroom, under the covers and have his fingers plunged into his sweet girlfriend in less than a minute. Fuck Stefan, he thought as he watched her gasp sweetly into consciousness, fuck him for even thinking that he didn't love Elena.

*Torment*

Damon's days were beginning to haze together in a torrent of guilt, pain and exquisite pleasure that sang through his bones. Every night the same brown skin that tasted like forbidden fruit on his tongue. The lavish affections never lost their initial fire as much as he dreaded and hoped. He was lucky that Elena hadn't noticed, that she didn't feel him practically writhing in bed, during particularly intense nights. And there was never a night that he didn't dream, it never skipped days. He stocked up on bourbon, tequila and even vodka, once attempting to drink himself into a dreamless slumber. The night that he had tried, he'd woken up in a fever wanting Elena so badly it made his eyes darken. He sucked at Elena's throat, ran his fingers along her stomach, caressing her into wakefullness.

She sighed, a little sweet sound in the wee hours of the morning. He nipped at her throat playfully, his fingers edging past her tight black panties.

"Damon," she murmured her voice scratchy and pleading. It was the voice of someone about to be thoroughly fucked in the wee hours of the morning. Because he needed it, needed her and was going to have her before the sun rose.

"Elena...I want you," he said whispering against her skin. He felt her pulse quicken, the sudden awareness in her heart as it beat faster. He could smell the very beginnings of her arousal as it crept lazily over her waking body.

"Damon, I have," she paused as he stroked her pussy, running his fingers down soft curls, down the moist slit that was already gushing Elena-tasting nectar. He rubbed away the rest of her sentence with a brush of his thumb against her clit. She shivered in his arms, goosebumps rising against her skin, breasts already hyper sensitive. They were spooned together and he knew that she could feel how much he wanted her. Besides, Damon was never shy. He loved sleeping in his bed blissfully naked and now with Elena a frequent visitor of his bed it made even more sense to do so. Damon sank a digit into Elena, felt as it sucked him in. She grunted softly, her eyes closing, her teeth sinking into her lip.

"Damon...seriously-"she whined as he pumped his finger in and out of her. He added another finger, vampire speed, now tapping a steady rhythm against her sweet spot. She stopped speaking, her mouth open, head tilted over his shoulder as he did that all the while a slow thumb playing with her now swollen clit.

"You know I want you, Elena," he huffed into her ear. He pressed his open mouth at the skin just behind her ear. He drew the soft place into his mouth, his fingers working her harder. She ground against him and he growled darkly, bucking back as he throbbed just against the curve of her sweet ass.

"When I want you...I can't help myself. Especially, when you're right there." He had four fingers being grasped around tender and greedy flesh. Tiny, begging mewls were a chorus on his hears, Elena's heartbeat a fast paced timpani against her ribcage. Damon felt his fangs descend, let them caress the delicate skin at her throat. He felt that tantalizing pinch of fear added with the heady scent of her desire, felt her grind into him with an abandon that he was certain only he got to see.

He bit her. She gasped at the sharp hurt, but at once he had removed his fingers and thrust himself into her wet heat. Her heart stuttered, picked up its already excited pace, as he took her from behind. Her blood was hot. His Elena was always so warm and he always liked to think that the spiced and tangy spring of Elena's blood had something to do with it. He moved faster, he wanted her cumming around him, loved the sound of her screams as she voiced her complete satisfaction, her body as it was utterly overcome by him, and her pussy holding him so tightly as if he didn't belong anywhere else. He released her throat, lapping away blood with his tongue.

"Please, let me...please, Damon..."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want Elena."

"I want...just, Damon, please!"

"Then tell me what I wanna hear." He teased her, tapping slow inside of her, rolling his hips into her, as his greedy fingers played with her breasts. He pulled one ruddy rose colored nipple between his fingers, moved to toy with the other, punctuating with his teasing thrusts.

"I'm dizzy," she gasped, leaning backward. He moved so that he could taste her mouth as he slow fucked her. It was languid and sexy as hell kissing Elena that way, her tongue under his, her taste as he sucked on her tongue, when she stroked a fang with her tongue. He groaned, tapping harder now. Her voice hitched and she sobbed out his name, her teeth indenting her lips.

"Say it, say it now," he demanded as he rolled them, her underneath him, dark hair draped over her shoulder. He took her hair in his hand, let it run like silk through his fingers. He leaned in, kissed her throat.

"I love you, Damon," she said touching her fingers to his mouth. He kissed and nibbled, grasping the hand not too tightly as he sucked one digit between his mouth. He scraped it with his teeth, sucked hard. She writhed beneath him, as he continued bringing their hips together, faster, faster and then he said into her ear, as he licked, as he nibbled as he told her how deliciously fuckable she was that he loved her, that he loved her more than his eternity, more than blood, more than anything and that she was his. His. She gripped him tightly, clenching him, dying just a little as her body was forcing him deeper inside of her. He closed his arm around her throat, just tight enough, dragging out her moment as he let go, vampire strength hitting against her womb as he came inside her. Her chest thrust forward and her arms reached behind her scratching at the headboard. The sound that she emitted, seemed to come from deep places, dark dirty and wonderful places, as he tasted blood just at her throat, coming back down to earth.

"Is that what you dream about," Elena said later as she smoothed her fingers through his hair. He had an arm wrapped around her waist and thigh, his body satiated and warmed by Elena. He looked up, kissed her.

He kissed her forehead, "It's the only thing I dream about. I love you, Elena."

She sighed, smiling dreamily before closing her eyes. Before her breathing evened out he knew he would wake her again for more. He kissed her forehead again, disappointed in himself. If he loved Elena why was it that Dreamgirl was the one that came to him at night?

*Torment*

"It's gonna be a little longer, Damon," Elena said irritably over the phone. Damon groaned, resting his head against the car seat. He'd been sitting in the parking lot of Northern Virginia Community college. He didn't know why Elena hadn't let him compel an advisor of an Ivy League school but she said she'd wanted to work her way up by herself, starting with raising her GPA. She took classes three times a week and insisted that they remain in Mystic Falls. He understood that, family was important to her. He felt the same way otherwise he would have kicked Stefan's ass to the curb a long time ago.

"Fine, babe, I'll be a good vamp and not eat any of the alumni while your away. Want me to grab something to eat?"

"No, I don't think it'll be that long, we'll go together. I'll call you when I'm headed out."

"Right on, love you 'lena," he teased. He could hear her smile through the phone. "Love you too, D."

He grinned before ending the call.

With time to spare Damon decided to walk around the campus. He'd been to many campuses of many colleges and universities, as a student, as a professor or simply just to party. In the end it hadn't been his scene, drunken frat boys, large unnecessary tomes and essays to be typed. When he'd been a professor it had been for a small writing class. That had been fun, he remembered. Most of the class had been starry-eyed women, young twenty something year olds eager to learn and both fascinated with his ability to fuck as they were with Faulkner. He'd never really shared his passion for the written word with anyone, except for one person, a wonderful woman he'd known back in the day. She'd been an attentive learner, someone who appreciated knowledge for its own sake, who had wanted to make more of her world. She had been a sneaky thing too, disappearing like a ghost when she wanted to. His father had taken to calling her Shadow for her quiet demeanor and her more than helpful presence.

He entered the building, saw students milling about, some with a sense of priority, others half asleep and barely together. He disregarded the many looks he got upon entering. He knew he was attractive and he knew that they'd look. Except for the young woman currently on the ground scooping up books practically bigger than she was. She had long braided hair, covered by a faded green beret. Her body was hidden as she was crouched down wearing an oversized men's shirt. He would have helped her but was more interested in touring the school. He looked down at her as he walked by, more braids falling in front of her face. She sighed.

And it was over.

He stopped walking and turned to look at her, really look. Her hands moved quickly as she began stacking from her larger books to the smallest. Her nails were short, a chipped sparkling green on them.

Ancient Greek Anthology: Works of the Early Thinkers, Poetry's Dissection: Taking Life from Words, Giving Words Life, A Brave New World, A Clockwork Orange and finally her last book was Flowers for Algernon. All of them were soon stacked by careful hands and then she stood, her boots adding to her height, though she was not very tall. He'd say she was 5'7 in the black boots, not counting the hat. She froze when she saw him, her breath literally stopping in her throat. She dropped her books again, students around her laughed. She looked at them, remembering where she was, that in the real world she was little more than a badly dressed nerd. But she was also his dreamgirl.

He walked over to her and began helping her reform the stack. They were careful not to touch one another, careful not to speak. She peeked at him over her glasses but would glance back down when he tried to catch her eye.

"Are you a hallucination?" She finally asked. Her voice was tinged with distrust, something he'd never heard in his dreams, their dreams.

"No, you?"

"Not that I know of. D...Damon?"

His phone rang and Damon winced. He could swear that the universe was mocking him.

Thoughts? I hope you enjoyed, please review!