Authors Note: Ok, so I love the Vampire Diaries Tv Show (The Book... not so much) anywho,I was so pissed that Elena doesnt love Damon that much so I started writing Florence Lydia Matthews. She is 20 years old, (a Human) in love with Damon, then Katherine comes along. I think the rest of you know how the rest goes. So, here is just I guess you could say a "pilot" of my story. I really hope you guys enjoy it.

-KChill

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Lydia POV

Salvatore Mansion

"Hello, Sir Damon." I greeted the handsome Damon Salvatore.
There was a party/gathering at the Salavatore home. We were the only
two in the backyard. I wore a victorian blood red and black dress. My
long aburn hair was in a stylish bun. Damon had a black tux on. His
black curly hair was sooooo cute. I bit my lip. I had always found
Damon extremely attractive.
"Hello, Miss Florence." he took my right hand and lightly kissed
it.
"Oh please. Call me Lydia." I insisted.
"Lydia." he corrected with a smile and straightened his posture,
both arms behind his back. My hands were together and in front of me.
"Are you enjoying the party?"
"I wouldn't lie to you Damon. No." I smiled.
He chuckled.
"Me either." he said. "Would you like to take a walk?" he
gestured to the maze made of green hedges.
"I'd be delighted." I steped towards him. He had his arm out to
me. I wrapped my arm around his and we began walking slowly through
the maze.
"I am really glad you came, Lydia." Damon murmured as we walked.
"Me too." I said honestly. "So, how is your younger brother
Stefan?" I puresed my lips.
"He is good."
"Still the best of friends?"
"Yes." he chuckled. I giggled at his smile, it was so adorable.
"So are you still batrozed to Calvin?" He wondered, losing his smile
and glared at me.
"No, I cancled it." I looked straight ahead.
"I didn't know you could do that."
"I can't. But my father finally saw how depressed and sad I was
for being engaged so he canceled it." I shrugged. "Calvin just doesn't
make me happy."
"I am sorry to hear that." he seemed honest.
"Its fine."
"What is your plan then?"
"Find someone I truly love and want to be with." I bit my lip and
glared up at him. Hopefully he got the hint.
He met my gaze and smiled.
We were at the end of the maze on the other side. His body faced
me. He took both my hands in his. Our bodies were inches from
eachother. He looked down on me. His eyes were big and crystal blue.
He had a beautiful smile on his face. Damon leaned in slowly, making
sure if it was ok. I placed my right hand on the nape of his neck and
pulled his lips to my lips. I hated how he was being so gentlemen
like, the kiss was so gentle. But after a minute it got more eager. I
kissed him back. His hands were on my waste. I pulled away a rested
my forehead to his. Both of us were out of breath and lightly laughed
and smiled. My hand was still on the nape of his neck.
"We should get back to the party." I whispered.
"Alright." he pecked me on the lips one last time before we
headed back to the house.
"Damon. I am going on a trip to Philadelphia for a couple of
weeks next week." I said, sadly.
"I will wait for you." he turned to me before we went inside the
house. He put both his hands on the sides of my head and pressed his
lips to mine. I kissed him back slowly then pulled away.
"I will miss you." I told him.
"As I'll miss you." he smiled.
"Lets meet tonight after the party. I will sneak out." I suggested.
"I will be under your balcony." He smiled.
"Midnight?"
"Midnight." I agreed.

Midnight
"Lydia!" Damon shouted in a whisper from under my balcony.
I walked out on the balcony in a dress.
"One minute." I told him and ran inside. I grabbed my older
brothers slacks and loose flannel shirt and belt. I changed my clothes
from my night gown and let my hair fall loose. I ran out to the
balcony and climbed down the oak tree easily. I had done it so many
times before.
I went straight into his arms. We held each other tightly. I
looked up and kissed him. I knew this was the start of something new.

Weeks later:
Noon
"Mother, I am going to Sir Damon Salvatore's home." I announced to
her. I wore my black Victorian dress. My hair was in the usual bun.
"Alright dear." she nodded.

I knocked on the Salvatore mansion front door. Sir Salvatore
answered it and smiled.
"Hello, Mr. Salvatore. Is Sir Damon home?" I asked politely.
"Yes, please come in." he opened the door for me.
"Thank you."
"He is in his room."
I walked up the stairs and down the hall to Damon's room. I was
so excited to see him. His door was shut. I knocked. I heard giggling
and breathing. I opened the door. Damon was making out with a
unfamiliar woman. She had long black curly hair, light skin, very
skinny and beautiful. I gasped.
They both glared at me smiled.
"I- I'm sorry. I should've knocked." tears welded in my eyes. "I
have to go." I shut the door and ran out of the house. About half way
home I fell to the ground and started crying. I was so hurt.

A few days later I went to Damon's home again to see what the
hell is going on. He was in his backyard, walking around. That girl
wasn't there.
"Damon?" I called out. He met my gaze and smiled. I walked fast
to him with a serious face on. He smiled as if nothing was wrong. "Who
was that in your room the other day?" I demanded.
"Katherine." he mused.
"Who's Katherine?"
"The most beautiful women in the world. God, I love her."
"Damon, what happened to us?" I stared tearing up.
"Katherine." he answered.
I grabbed the sides of his face with both my hands, looking him
dead in the eyes.
"Damon. What's happening?" tears streamed down my cheeks. "This
isn't you... Please." I paused. "I love you." I felt something on his neck and pulled away."Damon, what is that?" I murmured. "It looks like something bit
you." He pulled my hand away and stared me in the eyes.
"Its nothing." he shook me off.
"What do you mean nothing?" I snapped.
"Lydia, I'm fine... But you aren't going to be." his face turned
hard and full of sorry.
"What-" someone's hand covered my mouth and drug me across the
yard and towards the woods. I screamed and screamed. I kicked and
struggled. Damon was walking beside me. He looked sad. The hand that
was over my mouth was defiantly a girl. Another arm wrapped around my
waist.
After a few minutes I was thrown onto the ground. I gasped for air
and looked at the girl Damon was kissing. Katherine. They hovered me.
"Katherine, maybe we shouldn't. Let's just leave her." Damon
began unsure.
"Damon. No." she grabbed the sides of his face and looked deep
into his eyes. "You hate her and want to kill her."
"I hate her and want to kill her." he repeated her in a monotone
voice. Katherine was a vampire. She was putting him in a trance. This
whole town knew about vampires. I was told never to talk to them.
"Watch and learn Damon." She smiled.
"Damon. Please." I begged, crying.
He just stared at me.
Katherine grabbed my neck and bit me. I screamed out at the
pain. I felt the blood draining from my body. I couldn't breathe. My
heart pounded against my chest. My hands clenched into fists. I knew
this was the end. I just wanted Damon to know that I loved him... And
I always will.

I woke up in a bed. I gasped from the terrible nightmare. I
caught my breath and leaned up. I looked around... This isn't my
house. I was in a small brick room. The bed was next to the small
window.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Miss Anderson?" called to me on the other side of the closed
door. She opened it. It was Annabelle. She smiled sweetly.
"Where am I?" I asked panicked.
"You are in a cottage away from town." she answered sweetly.
"Why?"
"You are transitioning."
I thought of my dream. It wasn't a dream. It actually happened.
My breathing became heavy and uneven.
"A vampire." I whispered.
"Yes." she answered. "I will get you someone to feed on." she
walked out of the room.
"What?" I asked myself.

"Where are you going?" Anna demanded as I headed towards the
front door. I had my Victorian blood red and black dress on with my
black hair down to my waste and flowy. I looked 10 times better as a
vampire then I did a human.
"To go and save Damon." I told her. I reached of the door knob.
Pearl's hand snatched my wrist.
"You will get killed." she warned.
"I need to get him." I hissed. "Please."
She nodded and released my wrist. I darted through the forest
towards Damon's home. I stood 50 feet outside the mansion, listening.
I heard Katherine's giggling and laughing. I knew I couldn't stop her
from hurting him. I knew Damon would be dead soon.