"You can go to hell Elena."
Damon watched as Elena s brother kicked her out of his life.
Tsk, tsk.
Damon felt her presence. It wasn t hard to know she was there. The scent of vanilla and blood. Bryanna. He hadn t known she was coming, no one did. Damon turned his head slightly to see the petite girl. Her blood red hair falling in perfect ringlets down her back.
"You should know better, Damon.." she said softly, whispering in his ear, her sweet, southern accent light on her words as she walked slowly back out the door. Bryanna knew Damon all too well. She waited in the alley next to the Mystic Falls Bar and Grill, knowing he would follow her. Leaning against the building in the dark shadows, looking at her nails, she felt Damon in front of her.
"You can't love her Damon..you don't love her." She whispered into the shadows. Damon watched, agonizingly, as she lifted her foot and crossed her legs, her short floral dress rising even higher on her thighs. She knew that Damon still loved her, as she loved him. They were to be together forever. That is, until Damon was forced to leave Paris, Texas, for killing too many residents and not covering his tracks. He changed her, to be with her. Then, he left. Never to return.
"Why are you here?" Damon asked, confusion in his voice. He had told her not to follow him, not to find him. For she wouldn t want to go where he was going.
Bryanna had been away from Damon for some 200 years. But he was still the same. Beautiful eyes, amazing hair, perfect face..
"I came to see you." She looked up at him, a sweet smile across her lips, and kicked herself off the bricks. She took the two light steps to Damon, leaning her face up to study his eyes. "You re hungry. I see it."
Damon was indeed hungry. But he knew he couldn t eat now. Not with Bryanna here. "So what? I can live."
A slight chuckle escaped Bryanna s lips. She reached up her tiny fingers to stroke the stubble on his square jawline. "Oh, but sweetie," She said gently. She stood on her tiptoes, what with being so short compared to him, even with her heels, she wasn t tall enough to reach his face. She looked directly into his eyes and leaned a bit closer, her lips just grazing his. She whispered, a sly smile across her face, her body now barely touching his. "You don't live.."
In that second, her body was lurched against his, her back against the building once again that held many of the citizens of Mystic Falls. Damon s mouth was on hers, struggling, longing for her kiss. He was rough and passionate, and she loved every second of it. Her hands clawed at his hair, as he moved his mouth to her neck.
He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, tossing the shoulder of her dress out of the way. He attacked her skin, kissing and biting, until he couldn t control his body any longer. Bryanna threw her head back and pulled his off of her by his hair. He winced happily, and she smiled, knowing he liked it.
"Take me home.." She whispered to him. She hadn t been with Damon in two long centuries; Damon being the only man she was ever with. She longed for his touch, his sweet kisses all over her body, and his love, like once before.