Author's Note: To get the record straight this story was based off of the Vampire Diaries and does not have any of the same characters in it, althought their personalities are very much alike to the book. Please don't comment saying how Damon or Stefan isn't in it because that's what I meant to happen when I wrote this story. Remember to R+R!
Dislaimer: I own all the characters, but the events may be owned in some way by L.J. Smith.
Prologue
"Can't you feel it thick in your veins?" He asked. "Do you ever just think about how tasting a person would feel? Have you ever had so much power that you didn't know what to do with it all?"
She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't. It all seemed more like a dream than nothing, just another one of her far-fetched dreams. She didn't exactly mean it that night when she wished that something, anything would happen to her. The wind crawled up her bare skin as she shivered. The creature in front of her didn't move as he noticed her vulnerabilities.
He looked quite pleased with himself actually, as if he had been planning to explain this to her for quite a while. But now in the moonlight he looked like his true form, a denizen of the night. He was unmistakably breath taking and his skin was glimmering in the moonlight as if bouncing the moon's rays from off his skin. But he was doing nothing but posing in the moonlight as he patiently awaited her response. She just wanted to reach out and touch his skin, to sense if he was really as cold as his skin indicated. His skin looked as if he would be freezing but either he didn't notice or he was always like that. The aurora he sent out at people both compelled her and frightened her. She was fighting whether to run, which would be futile, or to just face what was coming with all the strength she could muster up.
No matter how much she tried she would never look as astounding as the creature in front of her did. No matter how many make up artists touched up her face she could never get that confident and breath-taking look that he could obtain. She took a breath in, the cold air entering her body and sending another chill down her body. And yet the man made no attempt to approach her, his eyes were just resting on her, both dominant and lusting.
She was about to walk up to him, to give up everything for his love. His mouth curled up into an appraising smirk as he held out his hand for her. She could feel her chest pound and butterflies fly around in her stomach as she felt a feeling she hadn't felt in quite some time. Acceptance. Everything around her didn't matter anymore; she melted like butter in his hands.