I need a Rush,

I need a Thrill.

Tired of the boredom,

Tired of the chill.

I can feel myself,

Slowly going Insane.

I need a Thrill,

I need a Thrill.

I sit in the dark, overcrowded bar, my phone in my hand, sipping a small Jack and Coke as I watch my best friend Caroline Forbes and her fiancee Stefan Salvatore out on the dance floor, celebrating their engagement. I shake my head as the two love birds sneak off, staring at the poem I had started to write. My thumbs fly over the keyboard as another part for the poem enters my mind, the music changing from something upbeat and poppy to something dark and sultry.

I'm a Sinner,

I'm a Saint.

I am all that you Love,

And everything you Hate.

I need to feel the Burn,

I need to feel the Sting.

Where is My Thrill?

Where is My Thrill?

I lock my phone once I'm finished, taking another sip of my drink before getting up, shoving my phone into my back pocket. I needed some fresh air. I look around, trying to find the easiest route out of this smoke and sweat scented room, but find no easy way. I sigh, giving myself a quick once over before heading into the large crowd of dancers. I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that looked like they had been painted onto me, my black calf-length boots giving me an extra three inches of height. I had decided on a dark purple cropped corset top that was cut low in the front and back, and stopped about half way down my exposed stomach, fitted tight against me. My leather jacket was hanging on a coat rack near the entrance of the bar. My dark brown hair hung in loose waves, cascading down my back, and my makeup consisted of a dark purple shimmering eyeshadow, black eyeliner that I had done in a cats eye style, and a deep red lipstick. I got about half way through the crowd of dancers before the song changed again, "Angel Eyes" by New Years Day booming over the speakers. I quickly pull my phone from my back pocket, unlocking it and typing as more of the poem fills my head.

I need to feel your Touch,

I need to know you're Real.

You Lips against my Skin,

Eyes Dark with Lust.

"I Want This." you Whisper,

Voice Dark and Sultry in my Ear.

"I Need This." I answer,

My Heartbeat going insane.

Be My Thrill,

Be My Thrill.

I place my phone back in my pocket, about to take a step forward when I feel warm, strong hands on my hips. Hard, toned muscle presses up against my back, the music changing again to "City of Sin" by Escape the Fate. I sway my hips to the beat of the song, whoever was behind me moving along with me. I close my eyes and lose myself in the music, in the feel of the warm, hard body at my back. I normally never dance with strangers, but for some reason, I couldn't pull away, couldn't stop myself as I grind against the man behind me. I want to turn around, to look and see who I was dancing with, but butterflies fill my stomach at the thought of it. Instead, I continue to dance, a soft moan escaping me as the man behind me pulls me flush against his body, one hand on my hips and the other tangling his fingers in mine. His hands were strong, and the scent of Sandalwood, and sweat fills my nose. Suddenly, I feel myself being spun outwards, only to be pulled back into the arms of my dance partner, my front pressed firmly against his. I inhale his scent as my eyes slowly drift up to his face, and I'm stunned. Ice blue eyes meet mine, a shock of dark hair frames the man's face, his mouth set in a half-smile as he looks down at me. Sweat beaded his forehead, a stray drop running down the side of his face. I felt sweat on my own skin, shivering as the man reaches up and brushes my hair from my eyes.

My dance partner, a stunningly sexy man, places both his hands once more on my hips, grinding against me. Another shiver flows through me, and I feel him slip something into the back pocket of my jeans, his hand brushing against the exposed half of my lower back. I look at my dance partner, who looks out over the crowd, then back at me.

"Outside?" He mouths, giving me a quizzical look as he nods towards the exit.

I nod and mouth back "Yes," both of us seeming to know there was way to speak over the music. The man takes my hand in his, and he leads me through the crowd of dancers, looking back at me every now and again to make sure I could keep up. Once we reach the exit, I grab my leather jacket and put it on, watching as the man pulls his own leather jacket on before pushing open the bars door, allowing me to head outside first. I shiver as the nights cool air hits my exposed, heated skin, brushing my hair from my face as I follow my dance partner over to one of the outside picnic tables. He takes a seat on the picnic bench, and I take a seat across from him. In the outside lighting I could see his hair was a very dark brown, almost black. He smiles, and my heart skips a beat. Several thoughts filled my head, but I knew one thing for sure; I had to get to know this tall, dark, and mysterious man.

The man gives me a once over, the look in his eyes making me ache to touch him, to know if his lips were as full and kissable as they looked. Mentally shaking my head at that thought, I smile at the man in front of me.

"So," I start, taking a moment to think before speaking again. "You dance amazingly." I curse myself, feeling my cheeks heat from the embarrassment of that stupid statement. What a way to start a conversation... NOT!

The man chuckles, reaching up and running a hand through his unkempt hair. "As do you, though I will admit I was quite surprised when you stayed dancing with me. Most girls would have turned and slapped me across the face as soon as my hands brushed their hips." He tells me, his ice blue eyes shimmering in the moonlight.

I giggle, brushing my hair from my face. "I'm not like most girls. You did surprise me though. I almost wanted to pull away, but something about you made me stay." I reply, giving the man a smile. "You intrigue me, and, as odd as this sounds, you made me want to get to know you."

My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out, quickly responding to the text Caroline had sent me. I must have looked odd, because when I looked up from my phone, the man was looking at me with a curious look on his face.

"Trouble?" He asks, motioning to my phone.

I shake my head. "No. My best friend just got engaged tonight, and she drug me out with her and her fiancee to celebrate. I told her I was headed outside earlier, before we began to dance, and she just got back to me telling me that was fine, that she and her fiancee wanted to stay and party for a bit more before I drove them back to their place." I tell him, sighing. "Only problem is, they picked me up from my apartment, and it's about a half hours walk back to my place, and I really don't want to stay at their place tonight, but then again, I don't want to walk home alone in the dark." I blush, looking away as I realize I'm rambling.

"S-sorry.. For rambling on." I stammer, wishing I could hide my face in my jacket.

The man reaches over and places his hand on top of mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. I look back at the man, meeting his gaze.

"No need to be sorry. I'm in the same boat as you are. My brother just got engaged tonight and I got drug out to the party. I at least have a ride home. Oddly enough, my brother mentioned his fiancee was having her friend drive them here." The man pauses, then smiles, making my heart race.

"Would your friend's name happen to be Caroline Forbes, by any chance?" He asks, looking at me.

"That's her. Your brother, his name is Stefan Salvatore, isn't it?" I inquire.

The man nods, and the two of us begin laughing. I was out talking to my best friends fiancee's brother.

The man stops laughing first, running a hand through his hair as he gives me a lop-sided smile.

"My name is Damon Salvatore. I'm Stefan's older brother, only older by three years." Damon introduces himself, intertwining my fingers with his.

I grin. "I'm Elena Gilbert. Stefan mentioned he had a brother, but never really gave Caroline and I any details about you." I reply, squeezing Damon's hand.

Damon grins, and my heart feels like it's doing little flips in my chest.

"So, tell me about yourself. What should I know about Elena Gilbert?"

"Okay. Well, I'm twenty-four, which makes you twenty-seven, am I correct?" I look at Damon, who nods. I smile. "I'm a college graduate. I majored in business financing, and in partying."

That made Damon chuckle, so I continue on. "I love reading, writing, and spending time on the beach. I live in a small one bedroom apartment, I can't stand the man I rent it from, and I'm very interested in getting to know the mysterious Damon Salvatore."

Damon smiles. "Well, as you guessed I'm twenty-seven, graduated from college three years ago with majors in business management, on site construction, and of course, partying." Damon chuckles, and I can't help but to grin.

"I own a small office branch, working for the company "Sanctuaries for Those in Need", a construction company that builds houses and apartment complexes for homeless veterans, those who have fallen on hard times, and those who need a place to stay if something happened to their home; whether it be a divorce gone wrong, or weather damages. I spend most of my time at the work sites helping build the homes, but spend at least one week a month in the office trying to get all the paperwork in order. I won my own house, located beach side about twenty minutes from Stefan and Caroline's place, and, if this isn't too forward, I'd like to go on a date with you."

I gasp, surprised, then nod, grinning happily. "It's not too forward, Damon. I'd love to go on a date with you." I tell him, my heart and mind going a mile a minute.

Damon grins happily, his eyes filled with joy. My phone buzzes on the table beside me, and I quickly open and read the text, sighing as I reply. I look up at Damon, who looks like he already knows what I'm going to say.

"Let me guess, they're on their way out and want to go home, right?"

I nod, sighing. "I really don't want to stay at their place tonight, but that seems like my only option at this moment. Thank god I have noise blocking headphones in my purse." I tell Damon, locking my phone and shoving it into the inside pocket of my leather jacket. Damon gets up from the picnic table, helping me up.

"There is another option." Damon says softly, causing me to look at him, puzzled.

"There is?"

Damon nods. "I can take you back to your place, if you don't mind riding on the back of a motorcycle."

I grin, grabbing Damon and hugging him. "I don't mind that at all, Damon! Are you sure you're okay with taking me home? I don't want to impose."

Damon hugs me back, looking down at me as he answers. "You wouldn't be imposing, Elena. I'd be glad to do it. I know what sleeping at Stefan's place is like since Caroline moved in." Damon shudders, and the two of us laugh.

Caroline and Stefan stagger out of the bar, neither of them in any shape to drive. Damon helps me get them both in the back seat of Caroline's Pink 1969 Mustang GT Convertible. I get in the drivers seat and buckle up, pulling out of the parking spot and stopping at the entrance of the parking lot to wait for Damon. I hear the telltale sound of a Motorcycle starting, and Damon pulls up beside me on a Iridescent Black 2000 Harley Davidson Road King. Damon gives me a nod, and I pull out on to the road, Damon following behind me. It takes us twenty minutes to get to Stefan and Caroline's place, and another ten minutes to say goodnight and get them inside the house. When we finally get them both safely inside, Damon takes my hand and walks with me over to his bike. He pulls a spare helmet out of the saddle bags, handing it to me. I tell Damon my address and strap my borrowed helmet on while Damon puts his own on, getting on the bike and firing it to life. Damon hods out a hand to me as I get on the back, wrapping my hands around his upper body as he revs the engine, giving my hand a squeeze before pulling out into the road. Damon and I cruse through the streets, the night air whipping past us as Damon revs the engine louder. I grin and hold on to Damon tightly, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles under my fingers. Damon pulls into the parking lot of my apartment complex, shutting his bike off before helping me off the back. He gets off and stores my borrowed helmet back in the saddle bags, walking with me to my apartment. Once at my door, I unlock it, then turn to face Damon.

"So, when will I see you again?" I ask, feeling a blush creep into my cheeks.

Damon smiles, brushing my hair from my face. "How about this Saturday? I can pick you up here, then we can head to my place for a day on the beach." Damon asks, his eyes filled with hope.

I grin and nod. "Sounds perfect. How can I contact you?"

"I slipped my name, number, and address into your pocket while we were dancing. Just text me letting me know it's you. I always respond, so feel free to text me any time."

I smile, turning towards my door. Damon grabs my hand and pulls me into his arms. I gasp, looking up at Damon. Damon places a finger under my chin and leans down, kissing me softly. I kiss Damon back, fireworks going off in my mind. When Damon pulls away, I'm breathless.

"Goodnight, Elena. Until Saturday." Damon whispers, placing one final kiss on my lips.

Blushing, I kiss Damon back, then look up at him, smiling. "Goodnight, Damon. Until Saturday." I reply.

Damon smiles and lets go of my hand, his fingers brushing mine as I watch him walk back to his motorcycle. He puts his helmet on then gets on, firing the engine to life, giving me a wave before pulling out into the nearly dead streets. I wave back before going into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I reach into the back pocket of my jeans, pulling Damon's number out as I walk to my bedroom. I drop my purse on the table outside my bedroom, quickly saving Damon's number in my phone and sending him a text so he would have my number. I change out of my clothes from the evening, putting my hair up in a messy bun as I dress for bed in a red cotton spaghetti strap top, my black lace boy shorts, and a pair of black athletic short shorts. I crawl into bed, smiling at Damon's response to my text, texting him goodnight before adding the final two parts to my poem, sleep taking over me just as I save the poem.

Am I Dreaming?

Is this Real?

We're Skin to Heated Skin,

I'm Riding an Everlasting High.

My Heart is Racing,

Your Hand rev's the Throttle.

We're panting,

Breathless,

Are you My Thrill?

Are you My Thrill?

The moon glints off your eyes,

Cool air whips past my Ears.

The Vibrations beneath us Strong,

The Sound of that Rumble like a Song.

You place your Hand on Mine,

I Wrap my arms tighter around You.

The Night stretches on before Us,

You Are My Thrill,

I've Found My Thrill.