Inspiration : Bloodstream by Stateless. - Somewhat a song-fiction.

I do not own 'The Vampire Diaries', nor do I own 'Bloodstream'. All rights and claims go to their rightful owner.


The moment our eyes locked, I could feel the room darken and everybody disappear, everyone except this man in front of me. The way his eyes communicated with me was too much, it was as though I could feel him touching my bare skin. Running his hands down my sides, thighs, and back up. His eyes darkened, drawing me in further. I almost couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers through his dark, soft-looking locks.

Wake up, look me in the eyes again; I need to feel your hands upon my face.

I watched as he let out a deep breath, feeling as though it had fanned across my face. He took a step closer, making sure to keep his distance but still give me the encouragement I needed. Also taking a step closer, I felt the air around us become electrically charged. Taking a purposely slow sip from his beverage, his eyes moved up and down me, leaving me wanting, needing, and craving more.

I think I might've inhaled you; I could feel you behind my eyes.

I brought my fingers to my lips, gently running them across the bottom lip before licking my lips slowly, bathing in the heated look he shot me. I walked around the table I was standing behind, coming dangerously close to this seductive man. I walked past him slower than need, gently brushing my arm against his as I walked outside; a silent invitation.

You've gotten into my bloodstream; I can feel you floating in me.


The breeze cooled my heated face, making me think somewhere else needed cooling as well. Lolling my head against the bricks I looked up into the cold night, watching as my breath appeared and disappeared. Goosebumps appeared on my arms secretly letting me know he followed me. I slowly turned my face to the left which pushing myself off the bricks, walking towards him at a steady pace, I felt my heart-beat accelerate with every step I took.

And the silence surrounds you and hunts you.

Standing in front of him was even more dangerous, his angelic features more prominent and daring. I slowly moved my hands up his chest, taking his tie with me. I relished in the way he bit his lip to stop from groaning, I felt confidence flow throughout me as I stepped closer allowing our breaths to mingle in pleasure.

The spaces in between; two minds and all the places they have been.

Unbuttoning his shirt slowly I moved my face to his, kissing his bottom lip...

"Elena," a voice yelled from close-by, "Elena, are you out here?"

"I have to go," I whispered softly, letting go of his clothing, "When can I see you again..."

"When I come for you," whispered my dark angel before stating in fluent Italian, "E la prossima volta, non indossare tanti pezzi di abbigliamento."

"Elena, there you are," my best-friend, Caroline, yelled, "We've been looking for you."

"Sorry, I was just..." I mumbled, looking around for my dark angel, "Nevermind."

"Hurry up, I found this really hot guy..." I didn't catch what she said next, my attention was already focused on the black crow that disappeared into the night.


This was supposed to be a short one-shot. Unless I receive feedback and encouragement I will not continue this story. As in any story, there are probably [I'm not sure if there are or aren't] mistakes in the spelling or grammar in some words and/or sentences. I would appreciate it if it isn't singled out and the main reason you reviewed.

If you don't want to review, I could really care less, if you do, I thank you.

Translations : E la prossima volta, non indossare tanti pezzi di abbigliamento. = And next time, do not wear so many pieces of clothing.