"Now you must be new to this little town because I doubt I'd miss someone like you. I'm Damon, It's a pleasure for us both."
Our meeting started out like any other, filled with cheesy one-liners and cheap alcohol, but there is something about him (Mr. cocky) I just know it.
(just like the various others that have mangled my heart and handed it back with a smile)
It did help that mischievous smile of his easily out shined all of the others, as he laid a kiss on each of my finger tips.
(no sparks or fangs sneaking out, yet)
"Well, Damon, I'm Elle Bishop."
I picked one of the fingers he found oh-so kissable and just like every other one of them (besides my baby-boy Luke) I let lose a spark on that devilish smile of his.
And in return, instead of the ow Peter had let escape (not very hero like, am I right?), I got the flash of white fangs and blood red eyes.
"And I think we're going to have oh-so much fun together, just you wait and see, vampy."