Chapter 1: Magic Man

Notes: This is the first story in this collection of Delena stories. I will try to make every chapter this hot. This one takes place pre-series, before she meets the Salvatores. This chapter is a dream and I tried to address the creepy-stalker-predator issue, since some people's minds might go there. In a dream, we do things that we would not normally do in real life, so this isn't advocating men taking advantage of women, it is a surreal dream.

New Story Update: I'm writing a story that takes place in Season 4, I changed it up a bit after watching Thursday night's episode. I hope to get the first posted in the next few days. I also have a few stories in this collection in progress.

Disclaimer: Just playing with the toys created by the wonderful people that created The Vampire Diaries.

The last thing Elena remembered is that she was sleeping in her bed, but she woke up in a new place. Elena opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was a tree and a black crow perched on one of its branches. The crow was looking down on her, not in an animal way, but its stare was almost human.

The night was dark and the light of the moon was glowing down on her naked body, spread out on a black satin sheet in the middle of the woods. Several lit candles were placed strategically placed around her, softly illuminating the clearing she lay in. It was creepy and sensual at the same time.

Her hair and body were posed as if she was the subject of a centerfold in a man's dirty magazine. She had never felt this sexy, she was just an average teenager from Mystic Falls who liked to wear jeans and Converse tennis shoes. Elena didn't fancy herself as a sexy model type. It was sort of empowering, but this whole situation was uncomfortable and confusing.

Elena tried to cover up her nudity, but her arms and her legs were immobile, she couldn't move at all. Her mind told her to run, but she couldn't. Elena then screamed for help, but her voice was muffled and couldn't get her voice louder than a normal speaking level. It was very otherworldly, Elena didn't know if this was all a dream or she was about to be raped by a serial killer.

"Don't." She heard a man's voice over the sound of crickets, frogs, owls hooting, and other sounds of the forest at night. His voice was deep and his tone was sensual, but Elena couldn't see the man.

"Can I cover up?" Elena asked with a pleading timbre to her voice. " I feel so exposed out here. I don't know you and I want to go home. I am very uncomfortable."

"For what it's worth, you are stunning, the perfect woman." The mystery voice said, it was so velvety and rich, she liked the way it sounded. Elena could tell he was coming closer to her. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, my dear." A thick fog rolled into the clearing, her making it more difficult for her to be aware of her surroundings, but it did provide her with a bit more privacy. "Is that better?" He asked.

"Yes, I guess." Elena said in a intonation full of fear and wonder. "How did you?"

"This is only a dream. I am only here for your pleasure. You can't move, because I need you to listen to me, to feel me." The voice said. "To awaken your desire for me, my sweet princess. You need to be ready for me when I come." He emphasized the word, come, it was full of sex and innuendo.

The double entendre was not lost on her. "What if I don't want you to come."

The soft voice was as thick and sweet as honey. "You will. Elena my dear, you are my destiny. We are meant to be, for a long time, maybe an eternity."

Before she could protest, Elena felt soft kisses on her neck. The man lay next to her. He was fully clothed and was wearing jeans, t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Elena couldn't see the man's face.

His tender kisses felt good to Elena and aroused a desire that was until this point buried deep inside her. In her mind she knew this was wrong and weird, she was drugged and it was sexual assault. But there was something about him that made her feel safe, like it was okay. She was turned on by him and this situation, but was disturbed that she didn't know how she got her and why she couldn't move. As if he read her mind, she could now move her limbs, but the man was on top of her and she couldn't go very far, if she wanted to run away.

The man nibbled on her neck; his teeth barely pinching her sensitive skin. She could also feel his tongue stroking her long neck and he would intermittently continue with the soft biting. Elena moaned at this sensation. The boy did have a talented mouth and his lips felt so good against her skin, she thought to herself.

"You like this." The man said as a statement and not a question. He knew that he was turning her on. His heightened senses could smell her escalating arousal, but he wanted to take this slow.

"Yes." She said in an erotic whisper.

Elena could feel his voice vibrating through her skin. His mouth was so close to her neck. "Do you want more? I'll stop, if you don't want it You'll just wake up safe and sound in your bed, without finding out who I am and what I have to offer you."

"More, please." She begged with an urgent need of lust. Elena wanted to experience all that this mystery man was willing to give her.

He also licked the length of her neck, until he began slowly moving down her clavicle and down to her boobs, which were aching to be touched. Elena's nipples were already hard in the cool night air. His tongue caressed her breast bone and Elena felt the man's head between her breasts. His hair tickled her sensitive mounds of flesh. She looked down and saw his dark hair, a little messy, and felt so soft as it rubbed against her breasts.

She felt a strong hand grabbed her right breast and began to fondle it with light strokes. The man moved his mouth over to her left breast sucked hard on her nipple. She could feel his teeth gently graze up against the tip of her breast.

Elena moaned. She wished she knew this man's name, so she could call it out in and expression of desire.

The man trailed kisses down her torso and down to her abs, until he reached the point where her panty line would be. The man stopped. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. "I know you want me." He said softly.

The seconds felt like hours and Elena craved his touch. "I do."

She could feel is cool breath against her hot core as he spoke. "Save yourself for me. . .I will come into your life soon. Will you wait?"

Elena thought that she wasn't going to save herself for anyone, but at that moment, all she wanted was him. "Yes. I will wait for you."

"Good girl." He then ran a finger down the length of her pussy. "For saying the right thing, I'm going to let you come."

Elena gasped at this first touch. She wished that she could move her pelvis along with his strokes . The man's finger teased every part of her womanhood. Elena could feel his eyes on her watching closely for every twitch and every tremor, it was as if he was exploring some unsurveyed territory. A finger penetrated inside her sliding in and out smoothly; she was so wet for him. His thumb found her clit and flicked it with expertise. He added a second finger in and began to fuck her more intensely with his hand.

"So tight for me." He said. "I can't wait for my cock to do this to you."

She moaned loudly and urgently. Elena began to convulse and contract around his digits.

Without warning, his lips lunged onto Elena's hypersensitive clit. He sucked on it relentlessly, Elena was so close to having an orgasm within only a few seconds. He slowed down his pace as the tip of his tongue and his lips caressed her nub. He moved his mouth in a southern direction licking her slit all the way down to her aching core. This man's tongue began darting in and out of her at superhuman speed.

No one in real life had ever went down on Elena like this and she liked it. She climaxed hard against face as a wave of unbelievable pleasure radiated throughout her entire body. She was moaning and called out a name," Damon." She didn't know how she knew that this was the guy's name, but it was.

He looked up at her, showing Elena his face for the first time. Damon was handsome, with wonderfully chiseled features and what seemed to be a permanent self-satisfied smirk on his face. His black hair was sexy as it looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and the color contrasted so beautifully with his pale skin. But the feature that drew Elena in were his eyes, those ice blue eyes full of passion and lust that made Elena almost uncomfortable. Damon's face showed a great amount of wisdom and easy confidence, that was rare for a man that appeared to be in his early 20s.

"I'll see you again." He said looking right into Elena's eyes.

She gasped as she woke up in her bedroom. When she awoke, she found that her right hand was inside her panties. This was the strangest and most vivid dream Elena had ever had in her life. She wondered if she would ever meet this Damon guy. He had a gorgeous face that she would never forget. Elena knew that he was something special and knew that she wanted him in her life.