OK, so it's sorta OOC, majorly fluffish- you may gag- but I like it. Sorry- it's very short! I had a quick burst of '' and had to get something down quick. Please review!
Disclaimer: If I owned the Vampire Diaries, I would be far too busy to be writing fanfiction. *drooling* But yeah, all obsessiveness aside, The Vampire Diaries belong to the unbeatable L.J. Smith.
Run.
It was the only word in his head, flashing behind his eyelids every time he dared to blink. He couldn't stay here, he couldn't stay with her.
What he had done in his past, it would undoubtably catch up with him. He would be finished and so would she. He had to get out while he still could. He glanced down at his angel's face, not quite believing that she was his. Her innocence and goodness, it was evident in her face while she slept. The way she could just forgive him for everything he had done and love him anyway was fascinating to him. But then everything she did compelled him. He smirked at the thought, that someone could have such a hold over him.
That's what it was of course. She captivated him. Every movement, every breath- he unlived for it. She always thought she wasn't as brave or as good as the others and she was right. She was so much better. He grinned swiftly again. Here he was, fawning over a girl, who a couple of months ago, had been nothing but a food source. She sighed suddenly in her sleep and his attention was occupied again. He couldn't have her caught up in his past.
Run.
The word shot through his mind again, almost taunting him. Do what you always do. Use her, then run. Get out and forget she existed. But she was different and he knew it. She was someone who change him and that was worrying. She had the power over him to make him love her. Too late for that though. That had already happened of his own accord.
He knew there was no point in thinking of running or planning to leave her beacause he would just come back again and again. He was drawn to her, like faires were to the moonlight. All she had to do was turn her eyes on his and he was hers.
At this last thought, the angel beside him stirred. He felt her small figure sit up slowly and felt her eyes burning on his back. "Damon?" she called to him. Of course he would answer. He couldn't not.
He lazily turned round to face her and deep black eyes met a michevious brown pair. He brushed a stray red curl off her shoulder and smiled as she leaned towards him.
Yes, Bonnie McCullough, his little bird. She was mesmerising- problem was, she knew it.
So, I hope you liked it! Sorry it was so short! But please, click that magic, shiny green button and tell me what you think. But please try and keep the rotten fruit to a minimal. I just washed my hair.
