The End at the Beginning

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Vampire Diaries or any of its lovely characters. The only thing that is mine is Luna=] Yes pathetic name, but hey it works. Now onto the story. Enjoy. This is my first fanfic so please be kind. Damon may be slightly OOC but I will work on him as we go along.

I couldn't drag my eyes away from his. Never before had I seen such captivating blue depths. I felt like I was drowning and all I could do was gasp for breath as his sinister smirk graced his full lips. Could he really know what effect he had on me by just looking at me? No. There was no way he could see that he had just broken through all of my walls. All the carefully set boundaries I had built up over the years to protect me from moments just like this one had failed miserably.

I had sworn years ago that I would never again let a man control me and break my heart, but from the moment Damon Salvatore walked into my life I knew that I would gladly die for him as surely as I knew that all my previous bouts of passion paled in comparison to the passion that resided within his crystalline eyes.

His smirk slipped from his lips as I felt a gush of wind from behind me. "Stefan. How good of you to stop by. I was just going to grab a snack before you so rudely interrupted me. However, I have no qualms with eating in front of you if my dinner here doesn't mind," he said motioning to me. I had no clue what he was talking about. In fact, come to think of it I had no clue what I was doing here in the first place or where here was. The last thing I remembered was Damon Salvatore coming up to me at school to welcome me to Mystic Falls and then nothing until the gush of wind.

The gush of wind had now placed a hand on my shoulder spinning me around to face him. His emerald green eyes were beautiful, but not nearly as stunning as Damon's , I thought to myself before my musings were interrupted by the familiar emerald green eyed man. "You will forget this ever happened. You will go home and never mention this to anyone." His pupils expanded while he talked and I sensed he was trying to make my memory blank much like Damon must have done to get me here, however his eyes did not effect me in the least bit. I did play along though since I sensed that although calmer than his brother he was still a force to be reckoned with and I doubted I could handle two of them flying off the handle at once. I repeated him in my most monotone voice before quickly, yet cautiously grabbing my backpack off of the leather sofa and scampering out the massive wooden front door.

As I closed the door behind me I saw Damon's shocked face staring after me. He must have known what Stefan would do if he found us, which could only mean one thing, he knew Stefan wasn't actually able to erase my memories. I could only hope that this defect would not put me on Damon's radar and at the same time I hoped it did. After all, men like Damon Salvatore were hard to find. I wouldn't mind to get burned by the fire which resided within him.

The next day at school I tried to avoid the Salvatore brothers and I was doing a pretty good job until I ran straight into Damon while turning the corner to my mythology class. The impact sent my binder and books crashing to the floor, scattering my papers throughout the hallway. Damon said nothing, but rather gracefully bent to help me collect my work. Only after I had managed to put my binder back together did Damon speak

"That was a neat little trick back there," Damon quipped, I kept my eyes down, purposely ignoring his statement. I tried to make my way out of his path, turning away from him as I lifted myself off of the linoleum floor. I didn't get far. I had barely made my way off of the hallway floor before his arm was wrapped around my waist pulling me backwards into him. "You will not ignore me. Do you have a death wish? Stefan may have saved you once, but I promise he won't get another chance." His breath caressed my neck as he spoke and I could almost feel the sharp tip of his fangs as he brushed his lips along my pulse menacingly.

I knew I couldn't lie to him, but part of me wanted to at least give him a run for his money. I turned round in his arms brushing my lock black curls behind my ears before meeting his icy blue eyes with my seafoam green ones. I tried to show no fear knowing that he would only gain even more power over me if I was to show weakness. So instead I leaned into him moving my lips to his ear. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I am sure that if you don't let this drop your little skeleton will be let out of the closet. I did a little research and I know what you are. VAMPIRE. Now, if you don't mind please remove your hands. I need to get to class." I whispered trying to shove myself out of his steely grip, but rather than let me go he pulled me closer squeezing the air out of my lungs. "I don't take kindly to being threatened. I could snap your neck before anyone noticed and burry your body so you would never be found. I am not someone you want to trifle with little girl. So now you are going to tell me why Stefan's compulsion didn't work on you but mine did?" "I don't know Damon," I responded sending him an icy glare, "so unless you plan on snapping my neck in the hallway it is time for you to let me go." Damon smiled, an honest to goodness smile, which lit up his eyes. I couldn't help but to smile back and as I realized how beautiful Damon really was and as I realized that atleast for the moment I had won his respect by not backing down. "For now I will let you go, but if I was you I would watch my back. Because I do plan on figuring out this new little flaw of yours. Even if Stefan is weaker than me his age alone would allow him to compel you." Damon smirked letting his arms fall from my waist.

I walked away from Damon without a backwards glance, knowing it would only be a matter of time before he would be harassing me once more. I entered into my mythology class and took the seat which Mr. Saltzman had assigned to me the day before. After all this was only my second day of school. My seat was luckily in the middle of the class, far enough from the teacher so I could text and grab a few zzz's if I needed to. I was sandwiched between two jocks, Matt and Tyler if I remembered correctly, I was horrible with names. I definitely preferred Matt to Tyler. Tyler was just too stereotypical for my taste.

I was just wrapping up my contemplations when Damon entered the classroom, interrupting Mr. Saltzman's lecture with a firm smirk. He passed him a pink class transfer slip which in this moment I hated more than anything else. Mr. Saltzman openly glared at Damon and I knew that there was a history of hate there. I almost questioned how he had gotten his class changed halfway through the year, but then I remembered his little trick. What had he called it again? Oh, thats right, compulsion. I had heard that term somewhere else but I just couldn't place it currently. I couldn't help but be a little happy that he would be in my class and that the only seat open was the one directly behind me.

I enjoy a challenge and Damon Salvatore was definitely a challenge, a dangerously sexy challenge which may end up killing me, but a challenge none the less. I realized in the moment his eyes met mine and his signature smirk graced his full lips before we were interrupted by Stefan that him and I were both playing with fire and one of us, or both of us, were going to end up burnt. I may not be dangerous like Damon but I had a record of past boy toys a mile long. When it came to matters of the heart it may be that I am the only female on this planet capable of burning through Damon Salvatore. My infatuations were always brief, the moments emotions came into play I was gone, which is why I wound up in Mystic Falls in the first place. I hoped that Damon was only an infatuation. Last time I let a man in I ended up broken, bleeding, my heart smashed to bits and the only way I could pick up the pieces was to build my walls and turn my emotions off, finding solace in the pleasure any man of my choosing could offer me. The last man I had let in, the one that broke me, did not enjoy waking up one morning to find me gone and since that day I lived life on the run, two days, this was the longest I had been in one area and I hoped to make this town home. It was a far cry from the sunny beaches of California and the vast differences comforted me. God how I hoped Damon was just an infatuation, because everytime I saw him I wanted to let him in and I knew that in the end there would be no walls for him, yet I refused to admit it myself,except for a few slip ups in my inner musings.

Damon headed straight towards me. "Long time, no see." Damon drawled with a perfect southern accent. "Not long enough." I sighed in frustration before going back to reading the chapter on Greek goddesses. Mythology had always intrigued me and I was truthfully looking forward to this class. That was, ofcourse, until Damon's hand grazed my neck dropping a delicately folded note down my shirt. This was going to be a lllloooonnnggg year, I thought to myself sneakily retrieving the note. I quickly unfolded it to see Damon's hasty scrawl. Don't think our talk earlier is over. I'm coming for you and when I do it won't be nearly as accomodating as I was earlier. XXX Damon Salvatore

I debated whether or not I should respond, but my temper got the best of me and it was to appease my temper that I stopped writing down lecture notes and instead responded in my own impeccable cursive. I certainly hope you won't be as accomodating as earlier because you can bet that I wont be either. XXX Luna Contadino

I slipped the note to Damon with a seductive little smile. His eyes lit up as I trailed my finger from my ear to my pulse, elongating my neck. I had just remembered where I had heard the term compulsion, one of HIS mistresses had told him he would never use compulsion on her again before ending her life. If I hadn't escaped when I did, I knew that I would have faced a similiar fate. But could he really be a vampire? He had been my lover, my heart, my very soul at one time and I never remembered him biting me. But then again, how could I if he was compelling me to forget. It seemed like ages ago that I would never have believed he was capable of such evil, that was ofcourse until he decided I was just a mere toy for his pleasure. I remembered the beatings like they were yesterday. How many times had I woken up in a hospital bed with yet another one of his lovers telling me I had fallen down the stairs, and I would be wise to stick with that story? I felt my heart speed up in fear before I broke myself out of my horrendous chain of thoughts and let my mind once more come to rest on Damon Salvatore. He was too easy, I thought to myself happily before turning around to focus on the lecture. No sooner had I started to take notes again that my attention was interrupted by the buzzing of my cell phone alerting me to a new text message. I sighed heavily sliding the zebra printed phone out of my jean pocket flipping it open to reveal an all to familiar number. I was terrified to read the message but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen as I pressed the open button.

Run. I'm coming for you.

I nearly cried in fear but I managed to keep my cool before carefully collecting my work and heading for the door. I walked as quickly as possible down the hallway and through the front doors of the school before breaking into a jog as I headed towards my car. I searched for my cars keys while I jogged and it wasn't until I was at my car that I noticed the man standing in front of me.

"You didn't think I would already be here did you." He cackled as he pushed himself away from the car and headed towards me. I automatically dropped my binder and purse and attempted to run back towards the school. How could I be so dumb, I would've been safe inside of the school, I would've been surrounded by people, but now I was alone, running for my life through a school parking lot. I didn't get very far before I felt a cloth being placed over my mouth and then the world slowly went black as my vision tunneled.