Bloodline

Author's note: None of the characters belong to me, though I realllly wish they did! (Especially Damon Salvatore! *sigh*

This is my first story on fanfic so be nice! (pleeease!)

Mystic falls. What a fitting name for a quaint town like this, thought Morgana as she looked around the town that surrounded her. But it seemed so quiet and…ordinary, she thought. She had come here for a reason, and she was determined to find the answers she was so desperately searching for. The sidewalks were fully paved and long strips of houses surrounded the wide roads which was typical of a suburban town like Mystic Falls. People were outside their houses and everyone seemed to be enjoying the cool breeze. The night was beautiful with the stars blinking in the velvet blue sky and the trees seemed to whisper in the wind. Morgana closed her eyes and breathed in the cool autumn breeze. What could possibly be so horrifying about such a charming little town, she wondered.

As if on cue, ,A sharp pain shot up her spine, making her head pound and her body quiver . Alarmed and Confused, she placed a hand on her chest to steady her heartbeat. She hadn't been prepared for that. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd for anything unusual, but found nothing.

She had never felt such a strong negative energy before. Morgana clenched her fists and chanted a quiet spell which slowly started to ease the pain that was pulsating through her body. Gathering strength from the ground she chanted briskly and willed all the pain to go away. The cool breeze enveloped her body as she drew power from the elements that surrounded her and the throbbing slowly began to drift away. She was definitely not welcome here, this was a warning, she thought. She swayed a little on her feet and stumbled back a few steps.

"Woah, easy there" said a voice as two hands clasped her shoulders and averted her fall. "Are you alright?"

Morgana found herself staring into a pair of clear blue eyes. "I'm fine" she mumbled, pressing her palm against her forehead.

"You don't look fine to me" said the voice as he leaned her against his broad shoulders, providing her support. "In fact, you look very pale"

"I'm Matt, by the way. You seem new here." He said as he helped her walk towards the nearby restaurant.

"Morgana" she replied, steadying herself. "I arrived a few minutes ago actually. Thank you for helping me."

"I work at The Grill, I can get you a free drink" he said pointing towards the restaurant. "You look like you need one"

"I would love a drink" said Morgana readily as she felt her strength recover. Nothing wrong with indulging a little, especially after the rough beginning she just had. And Matt seemed harmless, she thought. He was tall and broad, built like an athelete but he had kind eyes, she decided as she listened to him talk about the town and its people. He led her into a restaurant which was filled with people and their chattering. Groups of people were scattered around the bar, jovially drinking or squabbling over the pool table. The air was buzzing with voices and laughter and she felt a sense of warmth and comfort. She slid onto the bar stool and watched as Matt mixed drinks together effortlessly and cheerfully talk to people who came up to him. It seemed as if everyone knew everyone around here.

By the end of her first round of Bourbon, she knew more about Matt, his family and Mystic Falls.

"So, what are you here for?" asked Matt as he wiped the wooden bar meticulously.

"Well, I'm here..." she paused to gulp down the last sip of her drink, "...for research"

"Research on what?"

"On Vampires" said Morgana after a beat, carefully observing Matt for any kind of reaction. All she felt was confusion and unfamiliarity. He threw the piece of cloth he was using to wipe the counter over his shoulder and frowned.

"Vampires?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face. "Isn't that a myth?"

"Well, I hope so. But I've been told this town…"

"A Bourbon. Now."

Morgana looked to her right to find the source of the voice. She couldn't see him properly because he had his head bent down, while his dark hair covered his face, but she could feel his underlying pain and tension.

Matt topped up a glass with whiskey and placed it in front of the man, who didnt even bother looking up. She watched as he gripped the glass and in one swift movement, emptied its contents.

Almost as if he felt her looking at him, he turned to face Morgana and stared right into her eyes.

He had an air about him, she thought. It was almost…dangerous. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at her straight in her eyes. He had a long face and a strong jawline that heightened his angular, sharp features. His eyes were a mysterious shade of green she couldn't quite put a finger on and he had a straight nose and full lips that seemed to be set in this amused smirk. He was devastatingly handsome and something told her that he was well aware of it. He had a lean, yet strong built, with wide shoulders and defined muscles. The black shirt he was wearing, along with a pair of trim black trousers only seemed to emphasize his lithe form.

A little alarmed by the way she was gawking at him, she focused on her drink.

Now there's a sight you don't see very often, mused Damon as he watched her quietly sip her drink. She was exquisite. She had long dark chocolate coloured hair that trailed down her back and grazed her hips, a strong jaw that was softened by luscious, pink lips and astonishingly large vivid green eyes. Her features were delicate, yet pronounced. She was dressed in a pair of dark blue denims and a plain black cashmere sweater which seemed to accentuate her slender body. Against the dark colours she was wearing, her pale, flawless skin shone like ivory. Her scent, an alluring mix of Amber and wood intrigued his senses.

Morgana narrowed her eyes as she felt her gaze on her. There was something unusual about this man, her instincts told her. Determined to find out, she turned her seat to face him.

"Morgana" she said extending her hand to him.

"Damon…Damon Salvatore" he said, his handsome features shifting into a smile.

The second she clasped his hand, a sharp spasm of pain shot through her body. She pulled her hand away from his grasp and swallowed the pain. What is the matter with this town and the people in it! she wondered as she absently rubbed the back of her hand. Slightly puzzled by her behaviour, Damon withdrew his hand and placed it on the counter.

"Matt, I think I'll take a leave now. There's some work that I need to catch up on" said Morgana, finishing off the last bit of her drink.

"Oh right. Your research on Vampires and stuff" said Matt, rolling his eyes.

"Vampires?" asked Damon, his deep voice laced with curiosity.

Morgana merely nodded and slid off her seat. Thanking Matt for his hospitality, she made her way to the door.

She hurried down the road, wrapping her arms around her torso for warmth. She was right to trust her instincts.

"Why are you following me?" she said suddenly and turned to face Damon.

It was dark and Morgana could feel her heart pounding with fear. The road was completely empty and the only light there was, was from the street lamps. He simply stood there, his expression hard to read. She didn't move either, instead she looked him straight into his eyes, with her chin turned up obstinately as he walked towards her. They were only a breath away, when he coiled his fingers in her hair and tilted her head to one side, exposing the long, slender column of her neck.

"I'm thirsty" he murmured into her ear, stroking her hair with disconcerting tenderness. "I've had a particularly rough day"

Her senses screamed for her to use her powers against him. He was a vampire! she realized. How could she have not known!

"You can't kill me… Vampire" she said, through clenched teeth.

Confusion and shock flickered in his eyes for a second.

With a wave of her hand, she created a force that knocked him off his feet. He was on the ground, squirming in agony. His insides were numb with pain and his head felt like it was suffering multiple convulsions. The witch had him bound to the ground! He gasped for breath as the pain intensified. It felt as if every nerve ending in his body was on fire.

Feeling a pang of sympathy for him, she stopped her chanting and bent over. He scowled at her as she crouched in front of him.

"What did you do to me?" he said, in a low, menacing growl.

"I temporarily paralyzed you" she said, calmly. "And I won't stop at that, if you ever try to harm me again. I-"

Before she could finish her sentence, in one fluid movement he grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall. Damon was an inch away from her with his hand around her neck. He lifted her up against the wall, as she gasped for breath. Her emerald green eyes were wide and vulnerable, but her mouth was set in a stubborn line. She tried channelling her energy but he was strong and she was losing focus.

"Don't ever try to pull that stunt on me again, beautiful. If you know what I am, you would also know that I'm ten times stronger than you are. So your little magic tricks are not going to work for long."

Determined to defend herself, she chanted a spell in her mind and hurled him backwards and bound him onto the ground.

Morgana fell to her knees and clasped her hand around her throat, gasping for air. When she looked up, her eyes were alive with rage.

"My magic tricks are more powerful than you can ever be!"

Damon watched as she walked towards him, her pale skin luminous and her dark, lusturous hair flowing in the wind. The restraints were too strong for him to fight, he realized as he struggled to free himself. She was powerful. Way more powerful than he had imagined her to be.

"I'm sure we can work something out" choked out Damon, straining against the force field.

"You tried to kill me!" she said, clenching her fists.

Damon rolled his eyes. "I wasn't going to kill you; I was only going to drink your blood"

"Oh that's much better!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

She chanted in her mind to remove the spell In one graceful move, he was back on his feet and dusting his clothes.

"If you do cross me again, I won't hesitate to kill you"

"What's stopping you right now?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"I don't have to explain myself to you and also because I don't have a natural tendency to kill people" she said, annoyed by the way he was toying with her.

How is it that she was so powerful, he wondered. She wasn't new to sorcery that was for sure. Her enchantments were stronger than anyone else's he had known. Before she could walk away, he grabbed her wrist.

"Not so fast, Glinda! Why are you here?"

Exasperated by the wizard of Oz reference, she turned and slapped his hand away. "That's none of your damned business!" she said bitingly. "If I were you, I'd keep a distance."

"It's too late for that, sweetheart" taunted Damon unfazed by the blazing look she cast him.

"First, we need to find out why you're here." Damon said to himself as he watched her disappear into the darkness. "Then I need to figure out a way to get rid of you."

to be continued...

P.S- Thankyou for reading Bloodline! Hope you liked it and don't forget to post a review.