Hey, I'm Kellie. I'm new to this FanFiction site and I don't really know how to use it, it's really confusing, lol. But, I thought I would start a story off, and wait for some reviews on whether it's good enough for you lol, if not, do tell. It is quite a short chapter but . . .

Yeah, so I'll see how this goes and if it's okay I'll continue, I'll promise to be a frequent updater :D.

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Chapter one.

Damon's POV

I walked slowly from the shower room to my bedroom dressed only in a towel. I reached the mirror and looked at my reflection, running my hands through my hair, and placing them on the side flat out. Katherine was trapped and I was glad of it. Just Elena . . . I - I didn't love her, I cared for her. But I kissed Katherine, when I thought she was Elena, why?

My eyes went back up into the mirror as my mind adjusted. At first I had noticed the body shaped lump in my bed. But it hadn't bothered me. I was so confused I hadn't actually realised. Then it stirred and sighed. Swiftly and quickly I turned, my body and instincts went into predator mode, awake and alert.

That's when I caught the scent. Lily.

How the hell did she get in my bed?

Right now I didn't care how she got there, my mind was to busy relishing at her and her beauty. Her pale flawless skin, that shone gold in the sunlight. And dark hair that complemented her blue eyes, her lips were plump and the lightest shade of pink. She had a body any girl would happily kill for. And right now she was in my bed, my bed.

Sun cracked it's way through the curtains and shone its way over her exposed chest, and ever so lightly hitting her lips. Her breathing was shallow, and calm. Her forehead had no sign of any stress or worry as it had used to when I had left her.

She stirred again and sighed a bigger sigh, her breathing quicker. She was going to wake any minute now.

I backtracked before she could awake. Why was she even here? And in my bed? Last thing I knew she hated me for leaving her for Katherine. The biggest question was why was she even alive? Had she been changed? Well, obviously yes, Idiot. Unless this was a dream?

That last question had me thinking. I loved her, even more than I had thought Elena. Even now. And way more than Katherine. And that was saying something. After all I did spend a hundred and odd years of my life trying to find Katherine. It's not a dream, dumbass. My mind said. And I wanted so much to agree with it.

Lily didn't know that Katherine had compelled me to leave her, and to love her instead. She just thought, I was one of those guys who went for only looks. Lily had always thought Katherine was most beautiful, but that was never true. Lily looked as if heaven itself had sculpted her out of the softest and finest materials ever thought of.

She was soft and kind and selfless. But if you got on her bad side . . . well, let's just say, you'd know about it.

And right now she was waking up, her eyelashes fluttering as she took in the sunlight that was now creeping its way up her gentle face. She opened her eyes and took a breath. Smelling my scent she looked to my face, then her eyes roamed downwards and made there way back up to my chest, then finally to my eyes again. A small smile spread across her sweet face.

Then suddenly I realised the reason behind that smile.

Shit, I'm still wearing only a towel. And I'm wet. Great way to meet the ex-girlfriend, Damon. I told myself sarcastically. And her smile went even wider. Great. She'd heard it.

Lily's POV.

Damn, he was gorgeous. Just as he had been a hundred and fourty seven years ago.

I had been dreaming about my life when I was human and had thought that that was the best place to be. But to wake up to that . . . there was certainly competition. Damon was beautiful, his face pale but flawless. His eyes ice blue, and his hair . . . a black mass of softness. My fingers itched to weave themselves into it and my lips begged to feel the softness of his.

Before he could get the gist of what I was thinking, I recomposed myself and a small smile crept onto my lips as I looked him up and down. He was just stood there, shocked. Probably because I was supposed to be dead. And here I was, lying in his bed. Ha ha, wasn't that something to walk into? But it wasn't the fact that he was shocked that my eyes roamed; it was the fact that he was wearing only a towel. I could feel the heat from the hot shower he had just taken coming off of him.

Shit, I'm still wearing only a towel. And I'm wet. Great way to meet the ex-girlfriend, Damon. I heard him think and my smile grew wider.

"Hey, Damon." I just said. Wiggling my fingers at him.

He let out his breath and laughed a hysterical laugh. "You're alive." He said, a hint of relief in his voice. I had hated him for so many years, but when I was told that Katherine had compelled him to love her instead of me, my anger switched sides and my distaste shot at her. Lexi was such a good friend to me, and when I had been ranting on and on to her about Damon leaving me for that sadistic little bitch, she couldn't help it. She told me everthing; about how she knew what Katherine was planning to do, about Stefan aswell as Damon.

I was shocked. But when she told me what Katherine was planning to do . . . I was determined.

Lexi had changed me two months after Damon had left me. I had no one and I had begged for her to do it. Then, another six months later Damon was killed and changed I just didn't know that until I saw him a few months later.

"Yeah," I said, knocking myself out of my reverie. "And as healthy as a horse." I smiled and he chuckled.

Suddenly, the doors flung open and I was slammed against a wall, fingers wrapped around my throat and a stake ever so slightly grazing the exposed flesh just above my heart. I whimpered.

Who is it? You think. Well, you'll have to review to find out . . . or not.