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Hey readers! This is my first Vampire Diaries fic, I just finished a Covenant fic called City Lights In The Town of Ipswich, so check it out if you're interested.

I have some ideas for where I want this go to, but I would love some comments on how you think it's starting out. Good, bad or ugly…let me know what you think! Without the comments, there's no telling if it's worth continuing...so please share your thoughts :-)

Hope you like it!


I knew he was here by how suddenly cold the room became. That always happened seconds before he appeared.

I still don't know how he gets in…Hell I don't even know his name.

What I do know is that when he's in the room…a mixture of fear and excitement takes over me. We've barely spoken five words to each other, but I know every inch of his body, and I'm pretty sure he knows every inch of mine.

I always tell myself that the next time he comes, I'll stop him. I won't just give into him…I'll ask questions. I'll know his name, I'll know why he chose me…I'll know everything I want to know about him…

That's what I tell myself, but that's never what I do. The second I feel the cold air around me, my words get caught in my throat and I let him do whatever he wants.

He's here now…

I roll over in my bed to look at him. Our eyes lock and I want so badly to speak, I want so badly to ask all of the questions that are burning a hole in my mind, but I can't. It's as if he has me under some kind of spell that prohibits me from speaking. I can moan and beg for more…I've even screamed quite a few times. But when it comes to saying something as simple as "Hey…what's your name?" I'm completely mute.

Normally speaking he's pretty straight forward and to the point. Not a whole lot of foreplay and seducing necessary for him. But tonight he's different for some reason.

He gets into my bed and kisses me softly, then instead of ripping my clothes off like he normally would, he put his arms around me and just laid there. He didn't say a word, the only sound was his soft breathing. My body was tense and anxious, I wasn't used to this, and to be perfectly honest…I didn't know how to react.

"No sex tonight, I just need to hold you…" He said, and let out a sigh.

The sound of his voice instantly set my body at ease. I relaxed in his arms and rested my head against his chest.

His body is always so cold, you would think he has a body temperature of zero. But I like it…That's the last thing I remember thinking before I fall back to sleep…


The sound of the alarm clock and the glaring August sun in my face wakes me up from a very…very deep sleep.

I pound my hand several times on the alarm clock before it stops beeping.

'I'm going to need an alarm clock with a bigger snooze button…' Is my first thought before my eyes fully open.

My second thought is about him. It's never the same dream twice…but it's always the same main character.

This has been going on for over a year. There have been times when he shows up every night for weeks, and times when I don't see him for a month straight. Every night I go to bed not knowing if he'll show up. There is a part of me that doesn't understand it, which is terrifying. But I can't deny the part of me that loves every second of it.

He's the most handsome man I've ever seen…real life, dream life…doesn't matter, he's that good looking. Tall, jet black hair, the bluest eyes you can imagine.

You know how when you're watching a TV show or a movie and there's a really good looking guy, and you think to yourself 'How come none of the guys around here look like that?' Well that's him. I guess my subconscious blended together every one of my favorite features on a guy and this is what it came up with, because I can bet my last dollar that there is not a man in real life that looks as good as does. And it's a damn shame.

After I shake the thoughts from my head, I force myself up.

All my bags are packed, furniture is in the moving van. All I have left is a few odds and ends and I will be on my way to Mystic Falls.

I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. When my cousin first mention the idea of taking a teaching job in Virginia, obviously my response was something like…'Have you lost your fucking mind?'

But after a few minutes of convincing me that it would be a good change for me…I started to listen to her argument.

I'm from New York and 3 months ago I officially became a certified high school English teacher. Congratulations to me right? Wrong…

Since New York is on a bit of a hiring freeze…me having a nice shiny diploma means shit, and with 25K in student loans hanging over my head, I needed a job, like yesterday.

Enter cousin Tyra, whose mother-in-law happens to be the principal of Mystic Falls High School. One thing led to another, and well…you can refer to me as Ms. Cardella, freshman English teacher.

Me… Jeanne Cardella…I always thought the furthest I would ever move is Jersey, and here I am heading to Virginia. I'm not normally this bold, but like I said…I need a job, and if Mystic Falls is offering one…then to Mystic Falls I go.

Besides, a change of scenery might do me good.

I just hope I can cope with leaving the city that never sleeps, for a place that sounds like it sleeps a lot.

Well, too late to back out now anyway. After a quick shower, I will be behind an eyesore of a U-Haul and 8 hours away from my new life…wish me luck!


"Where were you last night?" Stefan asked his brother after coming in from a run

"I was out" Damon responded in his usual non-descript way.

"Oh weird…because when I asked where you were last night, I just assumed you would say you were here." Stefan answered sarcastically while walking to the fridge to get a fresh bag.

"You always go out and come back at the same exact time…it's actually kind of bizarre." Stefan continued with his head in the refrigerator.

"Is there a reason you're timing me as I come and go? You have a girlfriend…I'm pretty sure there are more important things you can be doing with your time." Damon responded while looking through the paper.

"I'm just saying…It's been going on for a while, and it's always at the same exact times. I know your not hunting, I just thought you might tell me where it is you're going…but I guess you're still too much of a douche bag to have a normal conversation with." Stefan said with a smile.

Damon smiled back…"That I am brother."

"Whatever, I'm going to shower." And with that Stefan left the room.

Damon didn't really understand what happened to him last night. Why he didn't have sex with her, why he didn't want to have sex with her. It's not that he wasn't attracted to her, because lord knows she's been the only woman he's been attracted to in a very long time. But last night he just wanted to feel her in his arms. He needed her to comfort him. He wanted it to feel almost normal. Like a couple, lying in bed together. Ok, so maybe he's completely messing with her subconscious, and maybe there's nothing normal about his visits to her at night…but he just wanted to feel for one night like something about him was normal. And she's the only woman who can make him feel that. His brother may have that in real life, with a real breathing human being…but he couldn't. He knew it was too dangerous, and he cared about her too much to ever even attempt it. Besides, she lived thousands of miles away, it was much safer this way…for both of them.