Hello there! This is my very first Vampire Diaries fanfiction, well my first published fanfiction. I guess I was too shy to upload anything until now. But here I am, writing a Delena romance and expecting people to read and enjoy it. Gotta thank my real-life friend ShatteredMelody for this.

The title for this chapter was inspired by Florence and The Machine's song. Hats off to her.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter One: Heavy in Your Arms

This time she was in a grand ballroom. The orchestra was playing Boccherini's Minuet as dozens of couples danced blissfully, lost in a world of their own, masks hiding their identities. They seemed so relaxed, so free, so happy. Three things that she hadn't felt in months, maybe years. Not since her mother died anyways.

"Speaking of years…This has to be 19th century" Elena thought to herself while admiring the beautiful gowns and the sparking jewelry. Soon though, she caught sight of her own reflection in an immense, Venetian mirror and gasped in bewilderment. She was wearing a stunning midnight blue dress of that time, along with a pair of white gloves that went just below her elbow. Long brown curls were falling behind her shoulders pressed behind a black lace mask ."This can't be real" she whispered as she brought her hand to touch the pearl necklace which adorned her neck .

Then he appeared, just like he did every single time. He was a shadow ,a monster or maybe even the devil himself. Oh God, he was watching her. Elena felt dizzy just from staring into his crystal blue eyes that seemed to devour every inch of her body. She should back off, run away while she still got the chance. But before she could even blink, it was too late. He took her hand in his and gently kissed the back of her palm.

"May I have this dance, milady?" his voice was a low, seductive whisper.

Elena nodded and slowly rested her arms on his shoulders as her heart was beating harder and harder out of her chest. Hell, if that's what darkness felt and looked like, she was more than ready to take the swan dive.

"What is wrong with me?" Elena mentally slapped herself. She didn't know who this man was, how old was he or why she was dancing with him. They'd just met, right? Then why was there something about him so familiar, so delicate? Why did she felt so drawn to him in the first place? "Because you've seen him before. You know him. You belong with him" a tiny voice said at the back of her mind. Wait, what?

"You haven't told me your name, sir" she asked him, her head spinning from so many questions.

"It's Damon" he said, his gaze burning with desire.

Soon enough though, the music stopped, breaking the spell. "I have to go now" Elena heard herself say. She could do it, she just had to distance herself from him and she'd be free. The question is how much did she really want to? Hardly had she turned away however, when he caught her arm and pulled her back in his arms.

"Elena…" he purred, gently caressing her cheek.

She wasn't supposed to feel this way. She wasn't supposed to feel safe in his embrace. She wasn't supposed to shiver when his hand touched hers. She wasn't supposed to get lost in his cerulean eyes. She wasn't supposed to feel anything for this man. She knew it was wrong. It had to be. Then why did it feel so damn right?

"Don't be afraid" he leaned to whisper in her ear. Be afraid? Why would she be afraid ?

"It'll hurt just a little" he smiled wickedly, revealing a pair of white sharp fangs as his veins began to form just beneath his eyes. Elena had time to blink twice before she felt an excruciating pain spread from her neck all the way through her body.

An earsplitting scream came from the top of her lungs as Elena flung her eyes open. She instinctively brought her hand to her neck, relieved to find no scar at all. She was in her bed, in her house, in Mystic Falls, in 2011. It had all been just a messed-up nightmare. "No better way to start the first day of school" Elena rolled her eyes. She buried her head in the pillow praying that she'd dream about unicorns and pink fairies this time. No matter how hard she tried, though, she couldn't stop thinking about a certain blue-eyed demon who'd be haunting her dreams over and over and over again from there on.