Okay, here's a little Delena for you all – I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. L. J. Smith does. Though I'd LOVE to own Damon…

Chapter One: Early Morning Wake-up Call

Damon Salvatore sat on a tree limb, his body relaxed against the trunk, one leg hanging down whilst his other leg was bent at the knee, his foot flat against the branch.

The moon was full and hung high in the sky, and the town was asleep.

Except for Damon, of course.

And Stefan was out hunting somewhere.

Damon snorted at the thought of his brother. "What self-respecting vampire chases squirrels?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

At this moment in time, Damon was taking advantage of the fact that his brother was gallivanting around with woodland animals. He was perched in a tree by Elena's bedroom window, and had been surveying her for most of the night, the main event having been when she'd come out of her bathroom in only her underwear and rummaged around in her dresser for pyjamas before going to bed.

Damon grinned to himself at the memory of Elena wearing only a pink lace bra and matching panties. Stupid Stefan didn't know what he was missing.

Not that my brother would do much if he saw it, he thought, but then again, he'd probably just hyperventilate.

Deciding to do something a little different than simply lounging in the tree, Damon got to his feet, walked across the branch and crouched at Elena's open window, the pastel blue curtains swaying gently in the slight breeze. He could clearly see her outline in the bed not too far away, and he knew she was asleep.

But he decided to be a little annoying. After all, it was a past time.

"Elena…" he said softly, then repeated it louder, "Elena."

There was a groan from the bed as Elena roused, and she sat up, her eyes still shut.

"Elena… Can I come in?"

Elena frowned in her half-conscious state, switching her bedside lamp on. "Of course you can come in, Stefan, but-" she stopped abruptly as she saw that it wasn't Stefan who was now standing in her room, leaning against the window frame.

"Damon!" she hissed angrily, clutching her bed covers around her.

"Yes Princess?" he answered, smirking at the human girl.

Elena muttered something under her breath, but Damon's acute hearing caught it, "bastard."

"That hurts, Princess, it really does," he said, clutching his chest.

"Course it does."

"It's like a stake through my cold, unbeating heart."

Elena snorted indignantly, then looked at her bedside clock. "Damon, do you know what time it is?" she scolded, glaring up at him.

Damon simply shrugged at her. "Time doesn't really matter when you're a vampire. Day, night, whatever."

Elena flopped back on her bed with a sigh. "What do you want?" she asked softly, tired of Damon's crap at three twenty-one in the morning.

Damon crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her. "Just to talk to you."

Elena laughed. "Yeah, right, Da-" She was cut off by a yawn, and she put her hand to her mouth. "Look, I really need to go to sleep. Can't whatever you want to talk to me about wait until morning?"

Damon grinned and pointed at her clock. "It is morning."

Elena groaned. "You know what I mean. Please, Damon?"

Damon was about to say something witty, but the tired look in her eyes changed his mind. "Okay Princess. I'll shut up."

Elena nodded, her eyes already closing. Damon watched her fidget for a moment as she got comfy, and a minute later, her breathing became deeper and her heart beat slowed down as her body relaxed into sleep. He turned the light off before reaching down and wrapping a blonde spiral around his index finger. He fiddled with it absentmindedly before dropping it, sweeping away the blonde locks that were in her face. She was an angel, he decided, with her blonde curls, blue eyes and pale skin. She was too good for his brother. He'd never give her what she deserved.

Elena rolled onto her back, and Damon smiled down at the innocent look on her face. His smile widened as he realised that she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. Something tingled inside him at that thought, and he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers.

It was just for a second, but when he pulled back, he lifted a hand to his mouth and touched his lips with his fingertips.

"Goodnight Elena," he whispered, then quietly crossed the room and jumped out the window into the night.

Just a little fluffy stuff to get started.

Although… I think it needs something… hmm…

Anyway, read & review s'il vous plait!

Luna xxx