Hey everyone, soooo I just got the first book of the new Vampire Diaries series and I'm totally in love with Damon. Like team Damon all the way. Anyway, this story kinda just popped into my head. Part of it is from a dream I had. Haha I guess that's what I get for reading Vampire Diaries right before I go to bed.

I don't know where this story is going, but I hope to have more to write. I have another story I'm working on about Riddick, but writer's block is killing me on that one, so hopefully I can put sometime into this story and make it something worth reading.

(I don't own anything, please don't sue me. Not cool.)

Hope you like it!

Mysterious

He was the root of all her pain. She knew that. Just his name alone caused her more agony than she thought was possible. His name, just two little words, turned her world up side down. Yet, just hearing his voice brought her undeniable pleasure. After all, how could someone so beautiful be that bad? But he was that bad, and every time she was around him she knew in her heart that he wasn't good for her. Do you think that stopped her? Of course not. All of her friends would testify Rayne always had a thing for the bad boy. He became a problem the first time Rayne laid eyes on him.

"Lexy," Rayne said in a low tone to the sexy blonde bomb shell standing to the right of her in the starbucks line, "who's that guy?"

Lexy slowly looked in the direction Rayne had been gesturing to, focusing her ice blue eyes on a dark haired guy sitting in the corner.

"Mhm. I don't know, but I intend to find out." She said in a sensual voice. Lexy, short for Alexandria was the gossip queen at Mountain View high school. If there was something to know, Lexy knew it. However, she didn't know anything about the mysterious boy, which meant he had to be new in town.

"Wow, talk about attractive. Am I drooling?" Hailey asked brushing a piece of her silky brunette hair out of her face.

"What are you guys talking about?" Crystal asked looking up from her book. Her thin-framed glasses sat on the tip of her nose.

"Mr. Hot in the corner, ya re-tard." Lexy teased. Crystal was always the last to catch on, which was ironic considering she was the smartest one in the group. Her GPA was a whopping 4.0 and she was in every academic club known to man.

"I'm not a re-tard, Lexy. That's not even a word." Crystal complained.

"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Hailey joked imitating "The Hangover" one of the group's favorite movies.

"I want that jungle cat in my bedroom." Lexy said making no effort what so ever to hide the fact that she was staring at the guy in the corner. Hailey and Rayne agreed silently.

"Why do I hangout with you guys?" Crystal said just kidding around.

It was a question that a lot of people thought though. Most people at Mountain View couldn't figure out the group to save their lives.

There was Lexy, tall, blonde, blue eyed and beautiful. Her gossip skills were second to no one. She was also head cheer lead, which meant her body was out of this world. She was always saying how her boobs were biggest asset. Most people would mistake her for the ditzy blonde, but the group knew better. Lexy was calculating and cunning. If she had a problem with you, you'd be the first to know, and you would be sorry.

Next was Hailey, the social butterfly, saving the planet one plastic bottle at a time, and always trying to get you to share her enthusiasm. Hails, as her friends called her, was the sweetest girl in the world. It wasn't that fake chock you with sweetness either, Hailey legit one hundred present cared about everyone. She was shorter than Lexy, with brown hair down to her shoulders and emerald green eyes. Her ears were pierced three times on each side and they always match her outfit.

Thirdly was Crystal, who had golden child stamped on her forehead. She was beyond smart, easily Stanford material. Chris, (a nickname she wasn't all that fond of, but put up with because her best friends had given it to her) was defiantly the somewhat nerdy but pretty math genius. She was similar to Lexy in height, but a lot paler and she had dark brown eyes with hair to match.

And then there was Rayne. She was about five seven with light brown hair down to her waist. Her eyes were blue, but not Lexy blue. They were much darker, and they shimmered like sapphires. Her ears were pierced like Hailey's, with the addition of a tongue and belly button ring. A rose tattoo twisted around the curve of her right hip (a very illegal rose tattoo). She got it when she was fifteen, her cousin knew a tattoo artist and hooked her up. Rayne's parents would love to tell anyone who would listen that she did it as a sign of rebellion, but in all honesty she just really wanted it. Rayne was the not quite popular not quite rebel girl, full of surprises, and crazy as hell. (Maybe that's why he was drawn to her.) She was a bundle of emotions, quick to fight, but equally as quick to cry. She didn't really have a particular passion, unless you counted literature. Rayne loved English, and could analyze a Shakespeare play in a heartbeat.

To sum it up, their group was a walking contradiction. They had all grown up in the small town of Mountain Ridge, Massachusetts, which was about two hours outside of Salem. The girls, with the exception of Rayne, had known each other since kindergarten, but didn't really start talking to each other until second grade. Lexy, in desperate need of help on a math test, befriended Crystal who had been doing long division since diapers. In turn, Crystal was already somewhat friends with Hailey, who made it a point at a very young age to be everybody's friend, introduced the two and they hit it off. Which was no surprise because Hailey would be friends with a rattlesnake if she got the chance. Rayne came into the picture a couple years later in forth grade. The story of Rayne's initiation into the group was one the girls loved to tell. Crystal, Hailey, and Lexy were in the lunch line, Stacy McAllister, in front of them. The line was moving at its normal sluggish pace, and the girls were talking trying to pass the time. Just then, Rayne, the new girl at the time, walked up to Stacy, who had befriended her earlier that day, and started talking to her. Stacy, thinking nothing of it let Rayne cut her in line and continued their conversation. Well, Lexy on the other hand, was not okay with Rayne's move and called her out.

"The back of the line is over there, honey." Lexy said pointing behind her, sarcasm dripping off every word. The thing about Lexy was, even if it wasn't necessary, she loved to start shit. It was just something in her nature. Most of the time she was all talk and no action though. Unfortunately for Lexy, Rayne was all action no talk.

"Well the bitch line is over there, honey." Rayne said with fire in her deep blue eyes.

A small smile came across Lexy's full lips. This chick had balls. "The group" was formed that day, and they were inseparable ever since.

"He's coming over here! I think he saw us staring." Hailey said under her breath trying to make herself look busy with her phone.

"Ya think? Lexy was staring a hole in him!" Crystal said nervously as "Mr. Hot" from the corner made his way toward them. As he got closer, Rayne decided that the nickname "Mr. Hot" did this boy no justice. He wasn't just hot. He was unmistakably and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. His dark black hair was messy and his bangs, which he had off to the side, fell right below his eyes. His eyes. They were the most beautiful mix of blue and green. His skin was pale to extenuate every feature of his face.

"Hey ladies, how's your day so far?" His voice was smooth, like he had been perfecting it for centuries. Crystal and Hailey were at a loss for words.

"My day has been great, but it just got better." Lexy said turning on the charm. Rayne rolled her eyes and giggled to herself. Lexy had worse pick up lines than a brain dead jock, and yet she always got her man. That's why she was known as Lexy "Always gets her man" Stevenson. Rayne's giggle must have caught the guy's attention because he was looking straight at her.

"What's your name, lovely?" He said with tons of charisma. He asked the question in a normal tone, but Rayne thought she heard a whisper trail his voice.

'Tell him your name! Come on! He's GORGEOUS.' A voice inside Rayne's mind was screaming at her to talk to this handsome stranger. But there was another voice, a voice that sounded a lot more like her own voice counter acting the screaming.

'Don't tell him, you don't know him.' The voice warned.

It was true, she didn't know this guy from Adam. Plus, it wasn't in Rayne's nature to make things easy for anyone, especially men.

"Tall strawberry mocha frap for Lexy."

The coffee they had ordered was ready and Lexy took her drink from the counter.

"I don't just tell anyone my name, handsome." Rayne said with a sweet smile.

The guy shot her a look of frustration, like he couldn't believe him simply asking wasn't enough, but just as quick he recovered with a dazzling smile. Rayne was staring. He was irresistible.

"What if I tell you my name sweetheart, would that get me anywhere?" He cooed.

"Grande java chip frap with a shot of raspberry for Rayne."

Rayne's drink was the last one up and the girls were ready to go.

"Sorry, I gotta go." Rayne told the stranger, flashing one last flirty smile.

Rayne grabbed her drink and linked arms with Lexy as the girls started to leave.

"It's Damon." That sensual voice called after her.

"What?" Rayne asked turning her head to face "Mr. Hot".

"My name is Damon. Damon Salvatore." He repeated showing her that smile that was to die for.

And there it was. Those two word. Damon Salvatore. Those two little words that trigger so much pain and so much pleasure.

Rayne didn't know it then, but those two words would change her life forever.