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A/N: Without further ado, I present my first Vampire Diaries Fan fiction. Enjoy =)

Chapter 1- Mr. Salvatore

"Jeremy!" "What?" He responded annoyed. "Where did you put it?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Jeremy smiled walking away. "Mom!" "What is it, sweetie?" She asked concerned. "He took my diary again." "Are you sure he took it?" "Yes." I responded irritated.

"What's going on?" My dad inquired. "That child stole my diary and wont give it back." I spat. "Did you see him take it?" "Why doesn't anyone believe me!" I screamed. "Elena. You're being dramatic." My mom stated. I rolled my eyes as I shoved past my parents. I grabbed my black leather jacket storming out of the house.

I couldn't take another second in that place. I walked toward the cemetery as I contemplated if I'd ever go back home. I stopped just inches from the gate. I sighed knowing I had to return. I backed up slowly as I hit something solid. A pair of hands held my arms. "Whoa there." A man warned. I turned around instantly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. "No problem." He smiled. His eyes were a piercing blue color. I stared intently into his eyes as they held mystery and danger. "Mr. Salvatore." He greeted mysteriously. "Ms. Gilbert." I replied mimicking his tone. He took my hand and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed my hand never looking away from me. I bit my lip as a spark ignited almost instantly. He released my hand as a smile crept at the edge of his lips.

"Are you new to Mystic Falls?" I asked hoping to distract myself from his mouth. "No. I have an Uncle who resides here." He replied. "Who's your Uncle?" "Zach Salvatore." He revealed. "My dad works with Zach." "Interesting." He smiled. "So is this the hang out spot?" He titled his head toward the gate. "No. I just come here to think." I answered truthfully. He became thoughtful as I admired his features.

His blue eyes popped with the contrast of his black raven hair. "So Ms. Gilbert, are you heading back?" "Yes." I said nervously. "May I?" He extended his arm. "You may." I blushed. We locked arms as I led him back to my house. We talked along the way. I say we but it was mostly me. He wanted to know about my life. "So you know Jeremy took your diary. But your parents don't believe you." He repeated.

"Exactly." I nodded. "Well that's unfortunate." Mr. Salvatore commented. I stopped as we stood in front of my house. "This is me." I announced. "Cute." He complimented. He released my arm standing quietly. "Well. I guess this is it." I sighed . "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Gilbert." He bowed. "Elena." I corrected. "Elena." He smiled.

"Do you not have a first name?" I questioned curiously. "I do in fact." He teased. "Do you have something to hide Mr. Salvatore." "Perhaps." He grinned. I exhaled noisily knowing he wasn't going to reveal his name. "Does it trouble you? Not knowing my name?" He stepped closer, our faces just inches apart. My eyes flickered between his eyes and lips. "Yes." I whispered nervously.

His eyes became intense making it impossible to break eye contact. "Elena. I want you to do something for me." He asked sweetly. "Yes." I answered automatically. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I gulped as my skin tingled at the contact. "I need you to keep this a secret. No one is to know I'm here." He breathed. His scent was delicious, I reflexively leaned in closer. He tilted his head sideways. My heart pounded as I puckered my lips. I closed my eyes as I awaited to be kissed.

My breathing increased as I yearned to feel his lips against mine. I felt his fingers lightly brush the side of my face. My lips parted. I opened my eyes impatiently. I looked around in disbelief. He was gone. I felt disappointed as I scanned the area. I closed the door while removing my jacket. Who was he? I walked up the stairs in a daze as I kept an image of him in my mind.

I closed my bedroom door as I plopped down on my bed. I could feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I thought of him. I closed my eyes reliving the moment outside. He turned the intensity of his eyes on me. That made me uneasy and excited at the same time. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Elena, I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't believe you." My mom confessed. "But you know what we strongly believe. Innocent until proven guilty." She reminded me. "I know." I said ashamed.

"Hey, Mom. Do you know if Zach has any nephews?" I asked as calmly as I could manage. "I believe so. But they live with his sister in Paris." My mom revealed. "Why?" She asked curiously. "Oh. Just curious." I lied. She kissed my forehead leaving me alone to my thoughts. I bit my lip as I plotted my next move. I needed to know who he was. I pulled out my cell phone and hit the number four on my speed dial.

"Hey. Meet me at The Grill in five." I ended the call as I quickly switched into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. I slipped on my black and white converses. I pulled my hair out of the messy bun and combed it. I left my hair down as I applied clear lip gloss. I ran downstairs grabbing my jacket. "Elena, dinner will be ready in an hour." My mom announced. "I'll be back by then." I promised.

I reached The Grill seeing Matt posted against the wall. "Elena." Matt said surprised. "Hey." I greeted awkwardly. "So you're speaking to me again?" Matt smiled victoriously. "Matt. I can't do this now." I walked inside hoping he didn't follow me in. "Over here!" Caroline directed. I smiled pulling her into a hug. "What's the emergency?" She was oozing with curiosity. "Ok. So earlier today I met someone." I paused allowing Caroline time to comment.

"Elena Gilbert." She giggled. "Who is he? Did you kiss him? Did you guys exchange numbers?" I threw up my arms up cautioning Caroline to slow down. "Easy there. He only gave me a last name. And no we didn't kiss. But we almost did." I bit my lip feeling like a little girl. "Ok. Give me details." Caroline demanded. "He had dark black hair and these piercing blue eyes. They held mystery and danger." I gushed.

"Ooh. Sounds hot." She predicted. "He kissed my hand as a greeting . Then he walked me home. He stepped closer and I must have gotten my signals crossed." I frowned. "Elena. it's been a while since you've been involved with anyone. It's only natural." Caroline soothed my ego. "So what's his last name?" She asked curiously. "I can't say." I whispered. "He told me I couldn't tell anyone he was here." I added. "Strange." Caroline became thoughtful.

"Did he have a black leather jacket?" She asked almost certain. "Yeah. How did you know?" I shot back. "Because he's standing right by the bar." Caroline pointed. "That's him." I gasped. "Go talk to him." She suggested. "No way." "Go talk to him before someone else does." Caroline threatened. "You wouldn't dare." I glared. "I will if you wont." She promised.

I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I got up quickly not taking Caroline's threat lightly. I pulled off my jacket as I quickly passed my fingers through my straight hair. "You look good." Caroline complimented. I walked toward the bar confident and determined. "Hey." I greeted gradually. "Hey." He smiled. All my confidence faded as I stared into his eyes. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked politely. "A water." my voice cracked.

I flushed with embarrassment. I sat silently hoping the ground would swallow me whole. "So you here alone?" He asked as if he already knew the answer. "No." I replied. The bartender placed the glass of water in front of me. "I get off in ten." The bartender said looking right at him. She bit her lip seductively and attended to another customer. "She says that to all the guys." I gritted through my teeth.

"You know if I didn't know any better. I'd say you're jealous." He mused. "It's a good thing you know better." I glared. "You should probably get back to your friend." He suggested. I knew when I wasn't wanted. "Good night." I said seriously. I walked away leaving with my dignity. I shook my head in disbelief as I stared at the empty table. Caroline left me. I grabbed my jacket and headed outside. It was already dark and a cold breeze caused me to shiver.

I put on my jacket as I walked home. I was grateful I only lived a few blocks from The Grill. I froze when I heard footsteps behind me. I walked faster hoping the person behind me slowed down. I made a quick left and continued down the dark street. The footsteps continued. Confirming that someone indeed was stalking me. I dug into my pocket pulling out my phone.

Crap! My phone was dead. I dug into my right pocket and pulled out the pepper spray my dad had gotten me last year. I ready to fire if needed. I made another quick turn and started to run. I sprinted as quickly as possible. Not daring to look back. I let out a yelp as my ankle wobbled. I fell as it throbbed with pain.

I screamed as a pair of hands grabbed me.

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