A story inspired by the song 'Howl' by Florence and the Machine. Also, I've seen a lot of Damon stories out there, a lot of him falling for perfect innocent girls, blah blah, now I love Damon, his character is such a good character, he has such depth to him and you can really explore that. Now. This is Damon people. DAMON. You honestly think he'd see a girl and automatically fall in love with her? News flash, a guy like Damon, in fact, a vampire like Damon, can pretty much get anyone he wants. So, let's make a character that isn't so sweet, nice and wonderful as everyone else is trying to make him. At the end of the day, Damon isn't a good guy, I know you REALLY want him to be and sure he has his moments and yeah, he isn't the bad guy all the time but he is not the good guy. So, let's make him a match, someone as manipulative, vindictive and arrogant as he is. Someone as broken and twisted as he is.

This is a Preview. Short and...sweet? Basically i want to see if anyone's interested in me carrying it on. Awesome.

Howl

Introduction

The Kill

She breathed heavily shoving him backwards so he hit the wall roughly, her nails digging into his skin and leaving long, red, marks against his partly exposed chest and shoulders. He smirked, she could see the hunger in his eyes as she yanked his neck down to her and she kissed him, rough and passionate, breaking only to take a breath. His fingers found her shirt and he began to unbutton it, she tore the rest of his shirt away, slipping it over his shoulders and letting it crumple to the floor. He walked her backwards, his hands in her long auburn hair, her shirt hitting the floor joining his. She turned him and he fell, hitting the bed and laughing, sliding his teeth across his lip as he looked up at her, she crawled towards him straddling his hips, her blood red nails clawing at his chest as she bent over him, his hands brushing down the curves of her waist. She smiled, before kissing his fiercely again, she heard him undo his belt and bit her lip smirking, she lowered her lips to his jaw line, kissing gently, her bright green eyes locked on his, she made her way down to his neck and kissed, ever so lightly before whispering,

"Surprise…" he frowned but it was too late, her teeth elongated and she bit into him, drinking him in…literally.

Her eyes snapped open, day light bathing her skin, she looked towards the window with a raised eyebrow before sitting up. She took in a long unneeded breath, her eyes glancing down at the body on the floor before letting the cold feet touch the wooden flooring and standing up to step over him, she stretched, her slender arms reaching above her head. She yawned grabbing the door handle of the bathroom and walking in, she slipped out of her clothes and climbed into the shower. She switched it on and let the ice cold water turn to hot water, letting it rush down her. She stood letting the water drench her, her eyes closed, washing away the feeling. She'd stopped caring about death a very long time ago; it was only a case of washing away that slight bit of conscious she had left. She had no respect for human life, why should she? The whole point of her was to kill. She was built to kill. She didn't hate what she was because it beat what she was before, but if there was something she did hate, it was the man, if you could call him that, that did this to her. She never said she wanted it. But she'd live with it. That didn't mean he had the right to take her life away like that. She looked down at the oval locket around her neck. It protected her from burning like a crisp and that was a bonus. She climbed out of the shower, towel drying her hair and her body before pulling her underwear back on. She stepped back into the bedroom, looking through the draws and finding a hair dryer. It didn't take too long, her hair being, thankfully, naturally amazing. She pulled her black skirt back on, white shirt and black blazer, tying her hair up in a pony tail and slipping on her high heels. She looked at the body again, she didn't even know his name, although what did his name matter exactly? It wasn't as if she wanted to know or remember so...why did it matter, she shrugged and grabbed a pair of his sun glasses. She let her tongue run over her teeth, letting the slight metalically taste come to her again, she laughed before turning and grabbing her hand back, she spied a wallet on her way out and opened it, finding a wad of cash, wonderful, she thought, rolling the money out of the wallet and tucking it into her bag. Her beautiful eyes fell on a pair of keys and she smiled.

She could do with a Ferrari.

So that's the end of the preview, as i said, she's a total bitch, but i like her. Press that review button, you know you want too because if you do, that bad boy we all love will be coming out to say hello. x