My Vampire
(A/N: this is a one shot, but it could turn into a story. And there are just simply not enough of these DamonXAlacric stories.)
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(Rick's POV)
I woke up slowly, smiling as I rolled over to see the vampire with those beautiful piercing blue eyes was still asleep, curled up to me. His head on my chest. It's been over a year since we've been together. I gently weaved and tangled my fingers in his jet black hair as I remembered what that first kiss-what our first kiss felt like. I gasped lightly when I felt his lips on my neck. I mean sure I was a vampire and all but it still came as a surprise to me whenever he wanted to taste my blood; which was usually every morning. I nodded slowly and hissed softly as I felt him bite me.
"Sorry" Damon murmured against my skin.
"It's okay, keep drinking" I moaned into his hair.
That's how our mornings always started out. We would wake up, share blood, and screw each other before tackling the day ahead of us. Bonnie was still working on making a daylight ring for me. So, Damon would stay inside with me for most of that time.
Sometimes this would depress me but Damon would always find a way to cheer me up, make me laugh.
I snapped back to reality as I started to feel light headed, I weakly pulled Damon off of my neck.
"Sorry" he apologized again.
If I weren't so dizzy I might have hit him but instead I just bit his neck not so gently and smirked against his skin.
'God… His blood was sooo….. Compelling.' I thought.
He said I was a spoiled eater when it came to him. But I smirked. He was Damon Salvatore, my boyfriend, my mate, my Damon. And, certainly, my vampire.
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