"You want a love that consumes you, passion, maybe even a little danger..."

That phrase has been stuck in my head for over three years now. I remember the voice, how dark and mysterious he sounded when he whispered it in my hear, but I can't remember him, who he is. That phrase has consumed me, and I know I will figure out who said it, I just know it.

I close my diary, slipping it under my mattress as m,y best friend and room mate Caroline Forbes comes into the room, chattering away on her cell phone with her boyfriend.

"I know we haven't seen each other in almost a week, Stefan, but you know how chaotic my schedule is with classes." Caroline tells her boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore, tossing her back onto her bed.

I shake my head and grab my phone and ear buds, scrolling through the music player for something to listen to instead of Caroline Complaining to Stefan, yet again. I vaguely hear Stefan say something as Caroline flops onto her bed.

"Then bring him with you. I can bring Elena along. They can keep each other company."

What Stefan said afterwords must have made her happy, because after telling Stefan how much she loved him a million times, she hung up her phone and turned to me, grinning. N I look at her quizzically, locking my phone before sitting it beside me on my bed.

"Whatever it is you and Stefan have planned, it's not going to happen. The semester is almost over and graduation is a month away. I'm not screwing it up just for the two of you to have a night of hanky-panky." I tell Caroline, getting up from my bed and going to the mini fridge, grabbing a bottle of coke and opening it.

"Please, Elena! It's the last time I will see him until graduation. And besides, Stefan is bringing his brother along tonight and I just know you and him will get along." Caroline begs, getting up from her bed and coming over to me.

I down some of my soda shaking my head. "I've got a term paper for Chemistry due Monday, that means I have less then three days to do it, two if I go with you tonight. I cant write this paper, which counts for half of my grade this semester, in two days,"

"I'll write the paper for you, I've already done mine and it took me less then three hours to write." Caroline grabs my hand as I go to turn away from her. "Please, Elena."

I sigh, sitting my drink down. "Fine, but my paper better be done Sunday at midnight, or I will officially never speak to you again."

Caroline squeals with excitement, running and grabbing her phone. She texts Stefan then goes to our closet, throwing clothes out of it as she searches for her out for tonight, and no doubt an outfit for me. Over an hour later, Caroline and I are dressed; Her in a mid-thigh length teal halter dress and silver stilettos, her makeup done to match her dress and her hair down in curls. She also had a silver cardigan draped over her arm to take with her. I'm dressed in a blood red, knee-length strapless dress with a slit up both sides that came to about mid-thigh, and black, high heeled boots. My hair is done in beachy waves,and my makeup is dark, smokey eyes and lipstick that matches my dress. After putting my phone in my purse, Caroline and I leave our dorm room and head outside to wait for Stefan.

We head to one of the small pavilions on campus and wait five minutes, ignoring the stares most of our classmates gave us. When Stefan finally walks over, Caroline jumps up and runs into his arms. I stand and start to walk over, stopping when I see the man who comes to stand beside Stefan and Caroline. Stefan speaks softly to the man, who then walks over to me. His walk is sultry, and his eyes a blue so stunningly beautiful I'm captivated by them. The man stops in front of me, giving me a heart stopping smile as he pulls his hands from his black leather jacket.

"I'm Damon Salvatore, Stefan's older brother." The man, Damon, introduces himself, his voice deep and husky.

His voice reminded me of something, but I couldn't remember what at the moment.

"Elena Gilbert, Caroline's friend and room mate." I reply, smiling.

Damon nods, taking one of my hands in his. "Caroline told me all about you the last time I visited Stefan and they were at his place. She seemed very avid that we meet."

I roll my eyes, smiling more. "That's Caroline for you. She never shuts up about anything."

"I heard that! And, I do too shut up, I just really wanted you two to meet!" Caroline pouts, coming to stand beside Damon, Stefan trying to hide a knowing grin. Stefan knew I was right, but he wouldn't admit it, at least not with Caroline in ear shot.

"Let's go, Stefan made reservations for he and I to go out to eat. You two are on your own."

"See ya Damon. We will meet back here tonight. I'll try to make it early cause I know you need me at work tomorrow."

Damon nods, and the two of us watch as Stefan and Caroline leave the campus. Damon drops my hand, looking down, embarrassed. In the dim light I could see a faint blush on his cheeks, and it made me blush as well.

"So, um... What would you like to do?" Damon asks, looking back up at me, his face now showing no signs of embarrassment.

I smile.

"Well, Seeing they left us alone, do you wanna go out and grab a drink? Get to know each other? I'm interested in hearing what my best friend has told you about me." I tell Damon, smiling.

Damon gives me another heart stopping smile. "Sounds like my kind of fun." He take s my hand once more. "Ever rode on the back of a motorcycle before?"

I shake my head. "Can't say I have, and I'm not exactly dressed to ride." I say, a sudden wind making me shiver. "Care if we run back to my dorm so I can change quick?"

"Not at all." Damon replies.

The two of us head back to Caroline and I's room, and after grabbing a change of clothes, I head into the bathroom to change, leaving Damon out in the bedroom. I come out of the bathroom five minutes later, dressed in black skinny jeans, my black knee high high-heeled boots, a blood red silk halter top, and my leather jacket. I shove my phone, keys, and I.D in my coat pocket while Damon looks at the photos on Caroline and I's walls. Damon goes over to one, getting a closer look at it.

"Is this you and your family?" Damon asks, studying the picture.

I go over and look at the picture, my heart aching at the sight of it. "Yeah, That's us, before the accident anyways. I was two, and my mother and father were on the way into the hospital with my brother, who had fallen down the steps, when an eighteen wheeler side swiped them. The car hit a tree, which collapsed down on top of it. None of them survived. My parents had dropped me off at my aunts before going to the hospital." I tell Damon, brushing away the tears in my eyes.

Damon turns and looks at me, brushing a tear from my cheek.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories." Damon apologizes, and the look in his eyes showed sincerity.

I smile some. "It's okay. It's just a touchy subject." I go to the door and open it. "Still wanna go out?"

Damon grins. "Yeah, lets go."

Damon goes out the door, and after I shut ou the lights and lock the door, the two of us leave and go to his motorcycle. Damon has an iridescent black 1885 Harley Davidson Softtail, and it looked amazing. Damon hands me a helmet from one of his saddle bags, and after strapping his on, he gets on the bike and fires it to life. The sound of the engine made me shiver, and after Damon helps me on, I wrap my arms around his waist, we take off into the night.