"I know who you are. But you do not know me. I know how you feel for one Elena Gilbert. I know how you hate that you cannot be with her and that you're little brother, Stefan Salvatore, is. But I also know that you deserve better. Because in the end, she will always pick Stefan, never you, there has never been you in her heart that way. Once upon a time she had feelings close to what she has always had for Stefan but for you. Elena has always denied those feelings, that's why there so none existing today. But I have seen a future where you have someone as your 'Princess of Darkness'. And that you do love her, and she loves you back. And she is not Elena Gilbert, or Katherine Pierce. But you will find, in time. I cannot say that without giving a time estimate can I? You will have found her within 50 years. I know that will be long but your a Vampire, you have lived for what is it? Almost five hundred years without someone? Someone that actually feels an ounce of the emotion of love for you. You can wait within fifty years. Because she will be worth it, she is better than Elena for you. She will love you no matter what you do, because that's what she was created for. Loving. You." I walked right in front of him leaned in to whisper my last words to him, but only a whisper could they be told in. "Goodbye Damon Salvatore. Good luck, you're on the right path to her." I kissed his cheek.
I felt a million different shock waves enter my body. I did not like it. I could not show Damon Salvatore that I felt something when I kissed him. So I removed my lips from his cheek, turned around and was going to walk away from this centuries old vampire. But I could not. Damon grabbed my wrist. I knew he felt it too! The shock waves.
"I think I just did. And I don't even know your name." He whispered into my right ear as he pulled me back towards him.
I felt his body against mine, and I liked the way it felt, nice, comfy, safe and dangerous. I knew I screwed it up when I kissed his cheek. This was not suppose to be me! It was suppose to be someone else! I saw her! In my vision! I saw...her. But it was truly just a blur with brown hair and grand female parts. It could have been me. I went back into my trance to watch it over again.
This time it was clearer, the girl i mean. She had green eyes that looked a bit hazel in other lights. My eyes. She had long medium-dark brown hair, with side bangs. My hairstyle. She was a normal height. About 5'5, 5'6. My height. Her assets were large. So were mine. She had thin pink lips, long dark eyelashes, pink, rosy cheeks and a dent in her forehead. I have the exact same dent. And she had two certain dots on her collarbone, ankle and hand. Just like me.
Holy crow! She was me! I was her! But I do not want to be a vampire! I am quite content as my badass witchy self!
"I know you felt it. The electric jolt, when we touched. I know you did because I did too. I also have a feeling we'll be sharing quite a few feelings over the years, my Princess of Darkness. Don't you?" Damon still whispered into my ears. It felt magical in a way I never knew existed. I loved and feared it. I feared how Damon Salvatore could do this to me, and I had not even known him for more than half an hour.
"You have a truly, dark magical voice, you do know. It would make most girls faint. However I am stronger, and a supernatural being like yourself." I turned to face him. I needed to see him; it would make me feel stronger and less vulnerable. "I saw your future days ago. I had to tell, out of my agreement with Mars. The bloody man never said anything like this; he was probably the one that hurt my eyes. So that's why the second trance showed what I needed not what you needed. Damn him!" I rambled to myself putting the pieces of the puzzle together.