bKey (You probably know all this but just in case):/b
_ = your name
(f/c) = favourite colour
You had a bad day at work, it was only a part time job but the boss was piling you with more work every day, trying to balance that with your university work - mythology and folk lore - was turning you into a living zombie. If that wasn't enough you'd got news earlier today that one of your closest friends was killed, they said it was an animal attack. You shook your head sadly, it was a painful way to go.
Now, you were off to your favourite bar, admittedly it was the only bar in your area, a small village in south Wales, to drown your sorrows. You were only in the area to be close to your Mother and your Sister who were going through a rough patch, as soon as you graduated university in a couple it was off to Virginia, to a little town called Mystic Falls, a hotspot when it came to the things she was researching, alleged vampire attacks, witches, even werewolves, heaven on earth for someone like you.
You walked up to your usual spot by the counter and ordered a whiskey, double, it was just one of those days. Glancing around the rest of the room it looked like the usual, the same people as always, the same run down but cosy feel. It's a Tuesday night, quite busy for a week day, you knew you shouldn't have came here today, not with class early tomorrow but as you'd been thinking repeatedly for hours, it was one of those days. You looked sorrowfully at the seat to your right, that was where your friend Sally used to sit, late friend now... You found it hard to believe that there could have been an animal attack anywhere near here, nothing bad ever happened here, the police said it was an escaped mountain lion from a zoo not to far from here but you were sceptical - not that you said anything.
You were on your third, no fourth drink? You couldn't quite remember, when someone sat on the stool to your right.
"That seat's saved." You say, not looking up from the glass you're holding.
"Well aren't you a ball of happiness." A silky voice, belonging to the man sitting beside me replied sarcastically, guess he hadn't had the best of days either. As you looked up at him you widened your eyes, sitting in front of you was the human embodiment of perfection, with soft looking black hair, pale skin and a leather jacket, he looked familiar but you couldn't place him in your state.
"Whiskey please, double." The man, who looked to be in his early twenties requested, looking at what you were having. "Bad day?"
"What's it to you?" you replied sharply, gulping the rest of your drink in one go. Just as you were about to get up off your stool he grabs your arm - a little too tightly - jerking you backwards a little so you're staring directly at his green-grey eyes.
"Sit." He says simply. For some reason you find yourself complying. "Now tell me, how was your day?" Seriously, what was with this guy? You weren't going to open up to some stranger in a pub. Unfortunately your mouth wasn't registering that because you were already talking about what had turned out to be one of the worst days you could remember.
You end up having another drink, and then another - courtesy of the man you'd now learned was called Damon - you got talking about other stuff and before long you were getting out of his blue car and walking into his apartment. By now you're as far as someone can possibly be from sober, you know that in the morning you're going to regret everything but that was a problem for later. Now, the only thing on your mind was the sexy man in front of you.
As you both stumble through the door you fall against him, giggling at your clumsiness. Your hand falls to his chest and you look up at Damon full of lust, you see he's looking the same way back at you.
"_ if you keep looking at me like that I don't think we'll make it to the bedroom." Damon smirked. You practically melted hearing him talk, his voice husky made you want him right where he stood. You lean up and whisper into his ear, "Who needs beds?" Before he has a chance to reply his mouth is in yours and you're both kissing passionately, his soft, feverish lips against yours. You reach your hands up to his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt but getting impatient and just ripping it instead, you're in no mood for things to be gentle.
Damon seems to be more turned on by your hastiness, he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his hips as he carries you up to his bedroom, you're not really paying any attention as to where you're going, more so on the lines of his six pack you're running your fingers lightly across as you place butterfly kisses all over his neck, kissing a line from his shoulder up to his jaw. You bight his ear lightly and he moans.
"Someone got a ear fetish?" You giggle again. He places you on the bed with surprising gentleness and suddenly he's looming over you, eyes hooded and full of lust.
"Well, _, I think you've got far too much clothing on." Damon says huskily, brushing his hand against your inner thigh as he lifts the hem of flowery skater dress up to your waist. He plants kisses, starting at your ankle, up your ankle then on your thigh, all the while not taking his gaze away from you. Once he reaches the top of your thigh he carries on his trail up your stomach, kissing and sucking as he goes, pushing your dress up further. You lean forward slightly and pull the dress up and over your head along with your bra leaving you in your (f/c) panties and your cowboy boots - you were going for a hippy look that day.
"Your scent is intoxicating dear _." You shiver as you hear him say your name. You clumsily unbuckle Damon's belt and he kicks of his boxers and jeans in one go. You hastily take your panties off too, eager to entwine yourself with the perfection that is on top of you.
Your legs are now, again, wrapped around Damon's hips, pulling him closer to you. You're panting now, even more so when you see the considerably sized erection he has. There's no time to admire it because Damon's pushing you roughly towards the head of the bed, you yelp a little when your hit the headboard, Damon just looks at you and smirks. All of a sudden he's pushing his hard cock into you. You grab the sheets, balling your hands into fists as he thrusts deeply in and out of you. You're both moaning in pleasure.
"Oh yes, yes." You repeat, not capable of saying anything else, you brain is just thinking sex, sex, sex!
"Say my name." He says, you're more than happy to comply. His body is pressed against yours, both of you slick with sweat, your hair plastered against your forehead. You're in a state of ecstasy, back arched as you get closer and closer to orgasm.
As you came you cried out his name loudly, Damon came at the same time but instead of shouting your name he shouted "Katherine" before burrowing his head into the crook of your neck. It's that moment that it hits you, even through the mist of pleasure and haziness in your brain you hear alarm bells start to ring. In a matter of milliseconds a flood of thoughts crashed through your mind, just as the waves of pleasure were. Suddenly, you don't want to be near this man, don't want to be in bed with the perfection that is Damon... Damon Salvatore. You knew he'd looked familiar, that's because you'd been studying him in your folk lore class only the other day. The famous Salvatore brothers who kept on popping up in history, starting with the events in 1864, their tragic deaths along with... Along with a Katherine Pierce. Just the day before You had been looking at a picture of Damon, no wonder you recognised him!
This was very bad, you'd always hoped, dreamed that some of the myths you studied were true but they weren't, they couldn't be, they were just stories. My fears were confirmed as soon as I turned my head back to look at Damon, maybe he saw the recognition on my face, or maybe he was just going to do it anyway because his eyes suddenly changed and he opened his mouth to reveal long, pointed fangs. Next thing you know he's biting your neck and now the pleasure is giving way to the pain, you're screaming but you can't push him off, you know that, but you still try to in vain.
Just before you pass out you feel a cool and metallic liquid against your lips, you have no choice but to swallow it, you don't want to though. You hear a crack, then... Nothing.
