Me and voldobaby are doing fanfics for eachother so hence the collision of many fandoms. You don't have to read, it's mostly for my chum ;D

Chapter 1

It's the first day of new beginnings. New city, new life. Well, that's at least what the brochure said. New York wasn't my first option. But it turns out Yale had too many applicants for their Creative Writing course this year. That's what the email said. Otherwise known as the watered down bullshit version of 'you seem very intelligent but not intelligent enough for our snobby teaching and upper class lectures.' I emailed back a blunt, but friendly 'fuck you.'

So here I was, lifting my bags out of the trunk of my car in a classically cliché manner and heading towards the admissions office of New York University.

"Lauren Owens." I said to the woman with glasses at the desk.

"Room 203." She said, barely making eye contact. Nothing like a little ignorance to start of your school year.

I sauntered up the staircase checking each door for any resemblance to the number given merely seconds ago. I must have spent easily fifteen minutes doing this because I somehow found myself in the same place I started.

This was my first ultimatum of college. Continue looking like an insane freak, or knock on the first door I can find and ask for help.

I knocked on the door in front of me multiple times, and there was no response. Feeling defeated, I turned round to head towards the admissions office and I tumbled into a hard body. Before I knew it I was lying face down on the floor on top of a strange, but attractive man.

"I'm so sorry," I said whilst jumping up and fixing my outfit back to its original state. I looked up at the man in question and found myself frozen on the spot.

"Don't worry about it," he said in a soft voice. His eyes were copper, his dark hair was dishevelled in an 'I just had sex' type of way and he was wearing at ocean blue shirt which tugged to his obviously toned body in all the right ways, "I'm Edward.'

Edward. He looked more like a Thomas, or a Peter. But I suppose he could pull of Edward. As long as I didn't have to call him Eddy. "You can call me Eddy if you like." I think he was reading my mind.

"Edward will do fine. I'm Lauren," I said smiling, almost forgetting exactly why I was in this position in the first place. "And I'm lost. You don't happen to know where room 203 is, do you?" I said, moving myself closer to him than I needed to be.

"Straight down, and to your right. You can get there without falling over, can't you? Or do you need assistance?" He smiled.

My knees almost caved in to the floor and I'm pretty sure my heart almost came out of my mouth. "I can get there fine, thank you." I said rolling my eyes. I am the master at acting calm when I'm exploding on the inside.

"Nice to meet you, Edward." I said turning on my heel and walking down the hall.

"And you, Lauren." I heard behind me.

I found my room minutes later, and wasn't surprised to find that my roommate had already arrived, leaving her stuff on her chosen bed.

I left my bags down on the floor, and collapsed on my bed, closing my eyes. It was a long journey from Ohio to New York, one that I endured without any sleep, or coffee. And that is not a good combination.

"I'm Jenny, you must be Lauren." A voice said halting me from my pending nap.

I opened my eyes to find a tall blonde haired girl staring at my from her bed, with a light smile on her face. She was in all black, with far too much eyeliner on her face but she was still pretty, despite those raggedy hair extensions she had in.

"That I am." I said rolling off the bed, giving my roommate and awkward but friendly wave.

"Where did you come from?"

"Ohio." I said quietly.

"Long way from home, huh?" You can say that again, I said to myself. "You won't be one of those homesick people that cry down the phone every night, will you?" She asked.

"Definitely not. I'm glad to get away from there." I replied, honestly.

"Good." She said simply, "I'm from New Jersey, so I'm pretty close to home. Nothing beats New York though."

I wasn't going to argue with her there. I had only been here for half an hour and I've already been amazed by everything I'm come by. Maybe it truly is the city that never sleeps.

"What classes are you taking?" But before I got to reply she continued, "Wait, let me guess. You look like a Politics major. You have the face for it."

I laughed, "I couldn't publically speak to save my life. Creative Writing is my major, and History is my minor."

She gasped, "I'm taking History too! Psychology is my major. So, you want to be a writer, huh?"

I contemplated to right thing to say. I didn't know what I wanted to be. I was hoping college could help me with that. "Something like that." I sighed, "I'm honestly looking at college like a learning experience."

"Well, Katlin. There isn't a place to learn like New York and I'll be happy to help."

I laughed, "That'd be great. I need all the help I can get." I sat back on my bed lying down.

"You know what? I think you and me and going to be really good friends." She said, sweetly.

I smiled. "I hope so." And I drifted off to sleep.

It's my first night in New York and I have found myself in some smoky bar in the outskirts of Brooklyn with a girl I've known for a couple of hours. I wasn't exactly with her, because she abandoned me about ten minutes ago to go see some guy with bangs that introduced himself as Nate.

I sat at the bar necking down shot after shot. I was curious to see if things tasted different in New York. Turns out the answer was no, but they certainly had more of an effect on me than they did back home. Or maybe it was always like this and I forgot.

"Another one from the guy over there." A slim waitress handed to me.

I rolled my eyes at the irony of this moment. A young girl, sitting at the bar by herself and the creepy old guy stepping in at the first opportunity to get her to come home with him.

I casually turned in my seat to pay attention to the man in question. I scanned the room carefully until my eyes landed in the direction the waitress had pointed. My vision landed in line with a blue eyed male wearing a leather jacket, holding a pint of beer with a smirk on his face. He was handsome to say the least. He nodded towards me in the usual creepy guy way bringing me back to earth and I turned my attention back to the bar.

"One for the road, please." I said to the bartender.

"Don't go yet, I don't even know your name." I heard a deep voice say behind me.

I turned to my side to find creepy bar guy smiling down at me, with his deep blue eyes staring straight into my soul. Damn, they were really blue. I didn't notice that across the bar in the dim light before. All of a sudden the close proximity didn't seem to borrow me. In fact I suddenly wished he was standing a lot closer.

"You must be Lauren."

I looked at him with a surprised expression. "How do you...?"

"Your friend, Jenny, has a big mouth," he smirked, "she's my step sister."

If I was surprised before, I sure as hell was mind fucked right now. "Jenny didn't tell me she had a brother."

"She's not one to brag."

Arrogant and attractive. Two of my favourite qualities in a guy.

"What is there to brag about?"

He bent down, lowered his lips towards my right ear and exhaled a hot breath. "Why don't I show you?"

Maybe it was at alcohol, or the hot New York air, but I found myself rubbing my foot up and down the denim that tugged so nicely to his leg.

"Your place or mine?"

He responded with a smirk. The same smirk I'd grown to adore over the past five minutes.

It didn't take long for us to get back to his apartment. We took a cab and during the journey, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

As soon as we got through his door, the leather jacket I'd admired earlier was on the ground along with my heels, my coat and probably my pride. I don't usually do this with guys I just meet. Actually, I never do this with guys I've just met. But he was hot, I was drunk, and I'm in New York.

I was completely helpless as he held me against the wall of his living room. He pinned his lips against my neck causing me to moan and run my fingers through his hair.

"Bed," I murmured, "Go. Please."

I shoved him hardly in chest towards what I assumed was his bedroom, he laughed in response.

"Someone's egger."

Instead of coming up with some sarcastic comment, I just pressed a kiss to his lips and grinded my hips against his. He groaned, lifted me up and walked towards the destination as I wrapped my legs tight around his waist. I felt then and there how badly he wanted me. I slid out of his grasp as we tumbled towards the bed and I straddled him rubbing my groin with his.

"This won't last long if you keep doing that." He groaned.

"What if I do this?" I breathed. My hands flew from his hand to his belt buckle, loosening it and throwing it to the floor. He lifted his hips allowing me up push his jeans over them and adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Too much clothes." He said between kisses.

I rolled off his hips, standing up looking down at the naked man in front of me as I removed my dress.

"Beautiful." He sighed as I was left standing in my underwear. He grabbed my waist pulling me onto the bed, swapping our old positions. His weight was now towered above me as he collided his chest with mine.

"These need to go," I whispered in a low voice, as my finger gently slided in the waistband of his boxers.

He laughed before leaving numerous kisses on my jaw and neck, enough to leave a mark that would remind me of the night. He kissed his way down my stomach until he reached his destination, quickly removing my panties.

He crawled over me, as I pushed down his remaining clothing, leaving us both completely exposed to each other. I bit my lip, admiring the toned man above me as he growled planting another kiss on my mouth.

"What's your name?" I asked in between moans of pleasure, suddenly remembering the fact I was in bed with a man I didn't even know.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked before he nibbled at my ear.

"Yes," I half screamed.

He covered my mouth with his and I bent my leg around his waist, with my other foot dug deep into the mattress. I moaned feeling his length against me.

He smirked and grabbed at my chest, lowering his lips to my ear, leaving a sloppy kiss just below it. "Damon," he breathed, "my name is Damon."

I rolled us over, throwing myself on top of him as I straddled his thigh, holding on to his toned arms. I narrowed my eyes and dropped a few kisses to his abs.

"Sexy," I smirked.

He reached up, pushing my long blonde curls behind my naked shoulders. I lowered my hand and gripped him. "Am I driving you crazy?"

After a breathless grunt, he took matters into his own hands and rolled us over, gaining the dominance once again. He pulled at my neck, lifting me up into a sloppy kiss, the alcohol definitely having its affect on both of us.

"Please." I moaned, pushing my hips up into his to get the slightest bit of friction available.

He laughed, "Now who's driving who crazy?"

I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing his girth in my small hand again desperate to get him inside of me. I suddenly felt his hand on my wrist, tugging my hand off him and pinning it behind me.

"Tell me what you want." He breathed staring at me with those hypnotising eyes.

"I thought it was obvious," I smirked reaching up to kiss him before he pulled away, obviously wanting his answer, "I want you."

"How badly?" He questioned. He was really pushing it, wasn't he? If this was his form of foreplay it most certainly wasn't working. "How badly do you want to fuck me?"

"More than anything." I lied.

He smirked, gripping onto his shaft. I could feel him positioned at my entrance, desperately wanting to push forward so he could be within me. He gave me one more quick kiss and muttered, "You really shouldn't lie, Lauren," and he pushed his length into me.

I grabbed onto his muscular shoulders and moaned out, biting my lip to keep from screaming out. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Fuck," he sighed, "so good."

His body was moving with mine so fast that I didn't realise when we swapped positions for probably the hundredth time this evening, giving me the opportunity to blow his mind. His hands were dancing from my hips to my thighs, rubbing them while looking up at me with adoration.

"Damon," I screamed after trying to hold it back for what seemed an eternity. I didn't care about his ego anymore; all that mattered was what he was doing to me, and the things he was making me feel.

"Don't stop," he gasped. Was he crazy? I wouldn't stop if someone had a gun to my head.

I threw my head back, keeping my hands on his abs as I worked my hips with his, feeling the tension building up within already.

"Damon," I breathed. "I'm...I'm close."

My words must have had an effect because he flipped us over again, throwing my leg over his shoulder and pushed in and out of me harder than he had ever before. The new position was doing wonders for my building release, and his too.

"So fucking close." He muttered, almost so silently I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear it.

"Cum for me." I moaned.

He gripped my hips and with a few more aggressive thrusts, he reached his climax, and I followed soon after. He pushed my sweaty fringe off my forehead and rolled off me, trying to catch his breath.

Just as I was ready to say my goodbyes, throwing my legs over the side of his bed, I felt his grip on my wrist just like it had been minutes ago. I looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. Noticing my expression, he let go.

I crawled back into my underwear and toddled across the room to lift my dress off the floor, feeling Damon's eyes on me the entire time. With my dress on, I made my way to his bedroom door, stopping and turning round to look back at the man still in the same position.

"So...uh..," I stuttered, "thanks?" I asked. It wasn't really a question, but I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I don't do this often, and I'm still blaming it on the alcohol. And those eyes.

He laughed. "You are very welcome."

I opened my mouth to say something, closed it again and continued my way out off his bedroom. I found my shoes in the middle of his living room, slipped them on my feet and had a quick glance in the mirror before leaving.

I had sex hair. It was sweaty, gross and unbelievably dishevelled. I took the hair band off my wrist and threw my waves up into a messy ponytail.

"I'm a hair grabber," I jumped, startled to hear his voice behind me. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." I reassured him, although I don't think he needed reassuring.

"If it makes you feel better, I think you pull it off." He said without a trace of his arrogant smirk, it was impossible to tell if he was being sincere.

He was leaning against his couch, still shirtless, with only his boxers on. It was distracting me, and part of me wanted to run straight back to his bed for seconds. He noticed my stare and straightened up to walk towards me.

I turned the handle on his door, pushing it open before he had the chance to get me back in his bed. "Bye, Damon." I smiled, closing the door behind me. I relaxed my body against the door, took a breath and pulled out my phone from my purse. I ordered a cab, desperate to get home to my own bed. And to my new roommate, whose step brother I just slept with.

I can guarantee this year will be an interesting one.

I don't own the characters, lalalal apart from Lauren.

Oh and sorry for the awkward sex scene