A/N: I haven't been posting stories properly for sooo long, and I want to get officially back into it (: SO. I'm starting off with this fanfic, a rewrite of the series but I'm not sure if it'll be long or not… Might just be a few chapters. If you have any ideas or challenges for me to add in please message me or review. … I LOVE reviews. CONTSTRUCTIVE criticism and pointers, grammar and spelling errors, plot or character errors, etc. Also your opinions ;) (: Enjoy!

Elena POV

I'm not even angry… I'm kind of angry… I'm frustrated. I don't know what I am… Matt's just so sweet, we've known each other since we were kids, but what if that's the problem? Small town kids, he wants to be a small town family and have his own small town kids… I'm beginning to think that the only reason we're together is because we're small town kids, there's so few people here, and do I even really like him? We just want such different things…

I'm standing in the middle of a road, between two lines of forest, and it's dark. I'm staring at my phone, catching glimpses of the time, letting the light go through my eyes so that I don't have to focus on my dark surroundings. There's a sudden voice behind me that makes the darkness seem to swirl.

"Katherine." Is all I hear; a dark, sultry, almost angry voice.

I look up to see who the unfamiliar voice belongs to, and see a confused, half angry half relieved man staring at me. He must notice my confusion, because his own has taken place over the dark expression.

"No I'm…" I begin, glancing over my shoulder to see if there was someone there. "I'm Elena…" I finish, watching him with mild concern. Nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls, I remind myself.

His eyes drift over me as he seems to concede to this news. "Oh." He says, seeming both disappointed and intrigued. Then he begins to shake his head, disbelief pouring off of him as he continues, "You just look like…" Still disbelieving apparently at whom I am, he stares guffawing at me. "I'm sorry," he starts again. "You just really remind me of someone." The way he steps towards me, he seems so frustrated, almost angry again. His expression is not one I would choose to see, it sends a shiver of warning down my spine. He's pursed his lips, not taking his piercing eyes off of me for a second. "I'm Damon."

"Not to be rude or anything, Damon, but…" His leather jacket matches his crow black hair, and I notice this strangely dark beauty as I struggle to get my words out, increasingly nervous as the time passes. Nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls. "It's kinda creepy that you're out here in the middle of nowhere." My eyes drop down to see more of him, and I quickly bring them back up to meet his eyes before he can notice. Or… hopefully he didn't notice.

If he does notice, he doesn't react. He only reacts semi humored to my words. "You're one to talk," he smirks. "You're out here all by yourself."

"It's Mystic Falls," I say as if it should be obvious. "Nothing bad ever happens here." Nothing bad ever happens here… He only stares at me. I wonder if it's because he's thinking about this other person that I remind him oh so much of, or if there's something else... Eager to fill the silence, biding my time until my parents arrive to get me, I start talking. "I got into a fight with my boyfriend," I admit, feigning a sheepish grin. It seems to catch his interest.

"Why?" He asks, and then with his palms up, "May I ask?"

I try not to hesitate. I'm finding though, that opening up to this random stranger isn't as hard as I would have thought. I shake my head. "Life. The future… He's got it all mapped out."

He nods, understanding. "And you don't want it?" It was a question. It was a statement. It rang in my ears. I don't…

"I don't know what I want." I admit.

"Well," he starts again, seeming visibly more relaxed that he was, although still tense. "That's not true. You want what everybody wants." He appears to be somewhat annoyed with my 'naivety', and as if he's trying not to be impressed by his own wisdom at the same time.

I suddenly find myself grinning, my lips moving completely of their own accord. "What, mysterious stranger who has all the answers?" I'm more interested than amused.

He smiles, seeming as though he finds himself ironic. "Let's just say I've been around a long time." I smile more, enjoying his own smile. "I've learned a few things."

"So, Damon, tell me. What is it that I want?" I feel that I'm challenging him. I'm genuinely curious as to what he has to say, and I'm not sure whether or not I want him to realize that.

His voice drops back to its original sultry tone, this time without any trace of anger in it. He's stepping towards me, small catlike strides. "You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure… And maybe even a little danger." He standing in front of me now, smirking, probably at the awed expression that no doubt covers my face.

All fears about this man have left me, and I can see him process this as I continue to stare dumbfounded by his poetic understatement. It's only then that I notice his eyes; crystal blue that holds icy emotion and nothing else. They're beautiful in a way that reminds me of a predator. A hawk or eagle, a wolf waiting for its prey…

I catch myself and speak again. "So what do you want?" I ask, though I'm not sure why. I didn't know what was going to come out of my mouth when I opened it again, and I'm glad that some part of my brain had thought of something… Still, I know I could have come up with something better.

He doesn't speak. He begins, and then lets out a breath. He doesn't know.

Headlights appear behind me, and for some reason I'm saddened. I'm still grateful, and I smile as the car gets closer. "My parents." I say, it sounds too happy.

When I turn back around, his eyes are inches from mine. Everything begins to fuzz over while he talks to me. "I want you to get everything you're looking for." He says, indisputable emotion dripping off his tongue. "But right now I want you to keep it to yourself that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet." His eyes are unhappy as he finishes, and his smile turns fake. "You'll probably run into my friend though, be nice to him." He winks. "Goodnight Elena."

He disappears and I'm left with a feeling of pure enchantment, as if my life is a fairy tale. His charm rings in my ears as I climb into my parent's car.

"You look happy," my mom says. "Didn't you get into a fight with Matt?"

"Yeah," I say idly, staring out the window into the night. "Hey mom, do you think me and Matt are a good match?" I already know the truth, but I'm looking for some sort of confirmation from the woman who has been my role model since before I was born.

"Well honey, he's a very nice boy. You've been together for a long time."

"Yeah… we have." I say, knowing that what my mother didn't say had more hold on me than what she did. She likes Matt. She knows I like him too. But that's it.

I start as a crow flies quickly passed my window in the backseat, how very strange…