The typical stories all start the same, a boy falls in love with a girl, they fight, the makeup but in the end she is the only one. We'll this is not your typical story and it's not your typical ending, it's not a fairytale, but it is an epic romance.

It was a cold fall night and Caroline Forbes had just walked her drunk self into the grill, with the help of her friend Bonnie.

"Are you sober yet? I have to get home; I have to get you home!" Bonnie was irritated, Caroline was not very good at handling herself when it came to parties.

"No, why am I never the one, I try so hard and he just picks her, she doesn't even try and he just picks her" Caroline was pining over Stefan Salvatore, the new guy, and as always Elena, the golden girl, got him without even trying.

"Caroline, it's not a competition" Bonnie replied.

"Yes it is." Bonnie wouldn't get it, she never did, Bonnie wasn't concerned with boys she was independent, but Caroline needed reassurance and she needed to be loved. She was so tired of being alone. Caroline was feeling so low, she was never enough. She didn't want to be like this, she didn't want to be shallow and insecure, and she was tired of pretending to be someone she wasn't. Caroline looked up from Bonnie to the table next to her, sitting there all in black was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

"Bonnie, I'm fine, I can make it home, if you want to leave you can, I can walk", Caroline was planning the rest of her evening, and rather her life with the man across from her.

"Really Caroline, you had a lot to drink", Bonnie was pretty gullible.

"Really, I can take care of myself." Caroline couldn't take care of herself but she wasn't really planning on taking care of herself tonight. Bonnie got up and told her to call if she needed anything. As Bonnie left Caroline looked back to the table across from her, it was now empty.

Caroline was walking herself home; she had tears in her eyes, and was starting to think that the boy across from her was just a mirage, that she was so thirsty for love that she was imagining it. Was she that desperate to find something meaningful, that she was making things up? Caroline was walking across the park, when she saw it again, standing by a weeping willow tree, was the beautiful man. She wiped the tears from her eyes and walked towards him with confidence. If Caroline was good at one thing it was pretending to have confidence. As she got closer she was able to see his eye, icy blue and set right on her. With a blink of her eye he was right in front of her. Caroline was spooked and lost her breath.

"Beautiful girls like you shouldn't be walking alone at night; you never know what kinds of monsters are hiding in the bushes." His voice was soft and sweet, but with a pinch of evil.

"Is that an offer to walk me home?" Caroline said with a flirty smile on her face.

"What if I'm the monster?"

"Please, monsters do not look like you."
"I think you are safer on your own, if you take me home I might just lose control", that pinch of evil was turning more into a dash, or even a teaspoon of evil. Caroline's imagination was getting the best of her.
"What if I want you to lose control?"

"Damon" he offered her his hand, she took it willingly, and they started silently towards Caroline's house.

"Thanks for the chaperoned walk home," Caroline unlocked her door and stepped in, there was no car in the drive way and she knew her mom was working the night shift.
"Would you like to come in?" Damon took that as an invitation and stepped through the doorway. Once inside clothes were flying and they were making their way up the stairs. Caroline lead him to her room, and then to the bed. Damon's hands were running their way over Caroline's body as he made his way to her naked stomach with his lips. As he worked his way back up, he kissed her lips, then her chin, and last her neck. Damon's eyes went red and under his top lip sharp teeth shot out, and with one swift movement he bit into Caroline's neck. She screamed in pain not knowing what was going on, the scream of pain turned into one of pleasure within seconds.

The next morning Caroline woke up shaking, she felt weak and tired, more so than she normally would after a night like last night. Her hand found her neck where a sharp stinging pain remained. She felt blood, and then she remembered what had happened. She turned to see Damon lying beside her. She tried so hard to get out of bed quietly and to not wake him, but before she could reach the bathroom door he was in front of her.

"Good morning." Damon was blocking her way to the bathroom. She was so confused that her first reaction was to pick up the lamp behind her.

"Don't do that," Damon said as the lamp hit him.

"What are you?" Caroline felt nauseous.

"Let me explain, please I don't want to hurt you, I never meant to hurt you." Caroline's mind was running a mile a minute, she had heard the stories and she knew that there was a possibility that Damon was a monster. She knew that people had been attacked in the woods, drained of blood. She had heard her mom, the sheriff, talking on the phone about the possibility of vampires. Caroline never thought that she would believe the stories; she never thought she would be standing in front of one. But she was, and the weirdest thing is that she wasn't scared. Somewhere deep down she knew that Damon was telling her the truth that he had never meant to hurt her. If anything, it was her fault she was the one who invited the monster in even after the warning.

"You're a monster; you're a vampire aren't you?" Caroline knew the answer but she needed reassurance, as always.

"Yes," Damon, was surprised how well she was taking this, he didn't even have to compel her, "I'm sorry I hurt you last night, it's a habit."

"It didn't hurt like that, it was exhilarating actually." Caroline knew what she was saying was crazy. She couldn't believe what was happening. All she knew was that for the past few years she had not felt anything, she was empty, and for the first time she felt not only attracted to a guy, but she felt wanted. Damon's hunger for her was so strong that it felt good, she was wanted for once.
"Caroline, if you are interested I would like to take you to breakfast. I'm willing to answer any questions you have. I want this to work, because you are beautiful and," he paused, "well you're pretty delicious too." He took a step forward and put his mouth to her neck, wiping away the blood from last night. Caroline giggled and whispered back, "how about you help yourself to some breakfast first." And with that invitation Damon bit his sharp teeth back into her neck.