AN: I wrote this shortly after the episode "Fool Me Once." I've never gotten the chance to finish it, but I hope I do soon. This is the first chapter.

I felt really sorry for Damon, and this story popped into my head, and I took matters again into my own hands decided to write what I wanted to happen next.

Hope you like it. :)

Vampire Diaries(c) CW and L. I do not own any of these characters.

Clouds rolled over the charcoal sky, a fair warning to all those who walked the town and its streets. The moon was bright and full appearing as a bright plug-in nightlight. Walking the lone streets was a young brunette haired girl. Dressed in a white tank top that clung to her to her chest and body like static and long flared dark jeans paired with leather boots, she bounced down the cold streets as if it were day and the sun was shining every place she stepped.

It is obvious to those that walk past her that she thinks highly of herself. Also that she has a stunning beauty. She flipped her hair at a lonely by passer, and he can't help but gaze in awe, but she passed him with a smirk of triumph.

She turned at a corner onto a second street walking up to the door of an apartment. The girl made her way up a few flights of stairs, before walking to her own apartment door. But as she reached for the knob, she stopped. Her eyes hardened as she eyed the tiniest crack in the door. She pushed the door open with her index finger to find the lights off just as she'd left them. Her purse that'd been on her shoulder slides down her arm, so she can grip it in her hand.

The girl took a single step into the room jaw clenched bracing herself for the unexpected. The floorboard creaked under her weight. She sensed she was not alone, but before she could flip on the lights, her lamp on her nightstand by the couch flickers on to the light the room in a dim orange tint.

Sitting on her couch is a man. His legs were propped on her coffee table, his arms draped across the back of the couch. His dark hair stood out from his light blue eyes. He was dressed from head to toe in black: black shirt, black jeans, black boots, and a sleek, black leather jacket to finish it off. A mysterious appearance overall, slyness was added with the smirk plastered across his face.

"You home early," he spoke to her as if he knew her for years, but the girl couldn't remember or a put a finger on it. Something about his eyes seemed familiar, but any memory of them was piled back in her mind somewhere.

Then it hit her.

She couldn't help, but smile. It wasn't one of those warm smiles either. It was mocking, and the ordeal she now found herself in almost made her laugh.

"Damon," she sighed.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time." The smirk didn't falter.

AN: Thanks for reading! Reviews are greatly appreciated!

~M