Disclaimer: I do not own Damon Salvatore or any other recognisable people. Any people not recognised belong to me. I'm not making anything from this, it's just for fun. Damon and others belong to the lovely L Jane Smith.

A/N: Sorry, this story just popped into my head while on Ms Smith's personal website (leave a request in a review if you wanna know the URL), and she said she's written a series of books all to do with Damon! I know! A series of books about the sexiest Italian vampire out there! Whoohoo! So here's my take on it. Hope you like?

Thank you to my Beta Reader and muse xxxQueenOfSlayersxxx.

The Damon Salvatore Chronicles

Part 1

Prologue

I sit here in a darkened corner of a small bar in Ireland; thirty minutes have passed since you left me, and after I told you I wouldn't give you my life story, I find myself sitting here writing on the expensive lined paper using one of the many black pens you left me with.

For over five hundred years, I have never told anyone my life story, and now I'm writing it all out for a human female, who says she is interested in vampires, and wants to know my life story! All I ask is that you do not go public with this; you just use it for your own entertainment purposes.

How you managed to track me down, I'll never know. No one can find me, when I don't want them to, and yet you did. You found me feeding from a human girl, taking her life. When I looked up from that pretty girl's throat and looked into your eyes, I was hoping that you'd be repulsed, and it would dissuade you from approaching me. But it didn't, it only seemed to heighten your curiosity. You are most lucky that I had fed; otherwise I probably would have killed you.

I'm reluctant to tell you anything, but I am unable to stop writing, so I'll continue to use your pens and expensive paper, and see what will come out of it. Don't expect a story on here, as I said, I'm reluctant to give you one.

All I can say is, vampires are not what you think they are. The majority of them are evil, like me. Only a few choose not to live in the shadows, like my Saint brother Stefan! He needs to embrace the darkness he's been reborn in, and not live in the twilight. Darkness is much better than feeble twilight!

You have been following me for the past fortnight, and yet it was tonight that you got up the courage to speak to me. You knew what I was from the first moment you saw me, and yet you did not run away. Instead, you asked other vampires who I was and where I lived. Very foolish of you to have done this. Very foolish indeed.

I sit back on my chair, and gaze around the bar. Mostly humans inhabit it, but there is the occasional vampire here and there. One human looks as though he's withering away in front of my eyes, he is so old. Probably fought in World War Two when he was only a teenager. His eyes take in the young blood, occasionally finding a young woman who's blouse has become too tight over her breasts and he sees her nipples...if only for a brief second.

I am not wandering away from writing my story, I told you not to expect anything to come of this. And yet, I long to write my life story out. The life of a vampire, stretching for over half a millennia, killing and enjoying the hunt, and the blood. So, here it is. My life story. From when I was born, until this very moment, sitting in this bar on a rainy evening in Ireland.

A/N: So? How was it? You'll find out in later chapters who this human female Damon's talking about is. And, no, it's not Bonnie, Meredith or Elena, it's not anyone from The Vampire Diaries, it's a new human. I just need to make her up yet, I'm just making this story up as I go along. Please leave a review and let me know what you think.