This is an expert from the first chapter. I am close towards the end of Call her Ms. Gilbert. I am sad about that but I will post this part so I can give you guys just a taste of what's to come. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think about the characters. Is it OOC or it's fine? I kind of want the characters to be in character except Elena acts more like vampire Damon, you know. Here I go rambling again. Just tell me what you think. Should I continue or not? Please tell me. I don't mind flames. I really don't mind.

To Fall In Love With A Monster

"Like the moon who waits to be beside the sun but never. The sun runs away from the vampiric moon forever." - DomO

Prologue

Prostitute- A person who uses her talents or gifts for unworthy or corrupt purposes.

"S'il vous plaît, Monsieur" The woman cried out as he pulled on her long luscious red hair. It was curled up before he started grabbing on it and now it was all over her head as she screamed and pleaded. She was struggling naked against him. Her pert breast were rubbing up against him as she begged to let her go. Her friend/co-worker was in his other hand. She was struggling as well. They were both pleading and they were both naked.

The room they were in was covered in darkness. Only the light from the moon, shined into the room. All of them were inside of a mansion that he found before he picked them up from their stations. He killed all the owners of the house except for the maids. He compelled them to wait inside of the basement. He told them to wait to be ordered, if he found one of them interesting enough. He was going to turn them and the both of them were going to feed once she woke. But he couldn't decide.

And that's when his eyes fell on the other woman, he picked up, on the bed.

She was tied to the bed and she was heavily sedated with drugs and alcohol. She was tied to the bed with threads of her dress. She was knocked out and her blonde hair fell to one side, she was asleep.

The man's face was of pure enjoyment of the two girl's before him. All three of them were beautiful and their bodies full but he wanted a companion. He had long dark brown hair that was tied back into a ponytail, loose pieces of his dark hair was matted around his face and stuck to his face as his black eyes were looking between the women.

One had dark hair with chocolate eyes. She was crying, her tears running down her face as she begged him to let her go. Her breast and nipples were hard and erect and the dark curls on her sex were wet with hours earlier of him and the other two pleasing her. She had nice olive skin and he pulled her more to him, she showed her neck to him as he kissed and sucked at her collarbone. She whimpered as his tongue ran over her sweaty skin. Her arousal was rushing back full force as he led his kisses down her body. He stilled once he got to her breast, another scent of arousal hit him in his nostrils and he turned his head to look at the other girl in his hands.

She had long dark red hair that was reaching her mind-back as he looked down at her with his black eyes and his dark colored veins. She hiccuped as he bent his head towards her. She had nice dark skin, not too dark and not to bright. It was just right. She had gray eyes that pulled him into her face. Her full lips were begging to be mauled to be kissed. He kissed her quick and hard on her mouth. His fangs nipping her lips and tongue. He pulled back when blood fell into the kiss. He looked at them both, scanning their bodies.

Their pert perky breast were calling for his attention. Their curls were calling him to the hot and sweetness between their thighs. He rolled his head as their scents combine and flooded his nose.

He couldn't take it anymore as his hard-on shot attention into the air. He dropped them on the carpet floor and looked at them. His dark eyes looking darker as they laid there. The red head had her legs open, her folds were glistening and he sunk to his knees, crawling to her. The other had her legs slightly open as the red head. Her tears were drying out on her skin as she watched him get between her friend's leg and take a quick lick of her sweetness.

The red head moaned as his rough tongue met her bundle of nerves. She groaned, completely forgetting why she was scared and crying, she moved her heat against his face.

He grabbed her bottom and pressed his rough tongue against her lips and hole as he flicked his tongue over it.

He decided that he would see which tasted best.

Who ever tasted best, he would keep and the other he would kill with the others.

He used one hand to hold the red head's bottom to him as his other hand snaked up the dark head's thigh. He grabbed her knee roughly, causing her to lay back. His fingers laced up her thighs, higher and higher as he was close to her heat.

He flicked his fingers over her folds and shuddered. She felt so wet as the one he was eating.

They both felt so wet and hot.

He probed the dark head's core with two of his fingers as he continued to lick up the red head.

He was enjoying both of them so much he forgot to switch. So he did. He switched and gave the red head his fingers as he gave the dark head his tongue.

He hummed and groaned in his mouth.

The dark head tasted exactly as the red head.

He never tasted something so sweet.

He pulled the bundle of flesh with his lips and ran his tongue all over it as he sucked on it harder and harder.

The woman beneath him shivered and squirmed as he entered her with his tongue.

The woman beside her did the same as his finger pumped her faster and faster.

They came in his mouth; seconds later.

Shivering and shaking as their third orgasm rode over them…again.

The man pulled back and looked down at them both, licking his mouth and fingers cleaned.

The woman huddled closer towards each, their hands on the other's body as they looked at him.

Not sure what to do next.

The man decided right then. He was going to have them both. If he got tired of one, he would have the other. If he wanted them both, he'd take them both. Nothing wrong with that.

He brought one wrist into his mouth and then handed his left wrist to the red head. He bit into the other and did the same, holding it out to the dark head.

They looked at him confused and scared not sure what to do.

"Take a bite, suck my blood deep, please."

They nodded their heads not sure why. They already were passed the part that this man was not human or he was just playing with them to scare them.

They rose on their knees, looking between each other, taking deep inhales and exhales, looking at the blood before them. They rose their heads high to look at the blood, dripping onto the carpet.

They opened their mouths and brought their mouths on the wrists, taking deep pulls of it. The man sighed with pleasure as the women pulled the blood from his wrists. They were perfect. They continued to suck his blood for six minutes; maybe even longer. Then man wasn't sure. He was enjoying in to much. He stood there and let them pull from his body, till he felt himself getting dizzy.

"Ah-ah-ah, ladies, pull back."

They did. His voice was scary and deep and dark.

They sat on their thighs watching him. They felt something in their system that felt dark and deep, like power they never touched before.

"What do you feel, ladies? Power?" They nodded their heads and he grinned and continued. "You can feel that everyday if you stay with me. I'll let it happen. The world can be ours, if you side with me."

They didn't know what they were doing, but they wanted to touch this everyday. They liked the feel of the power.

"Tell me you want this. If you do then stand up."

He snarled and growled and laughed as they did.

They stood up, whimpering at his actions but they still wanted the power. They were tired of being used by men even if they were prostitutes.

"Come to me and tell me you want this."

They both walked towards him, slowly and carefully, in his trance by his power.

"Monsieur, s'il vous plaît. Nous ce voulons."

"Oui, monsieur, s'il vous plaît." The dark head said as she was fully in front of him as the other.

They both stepped in front of him.

"Bon."

He snarled and grabbed them both; his hands around their neck as he lifted them into the air. They struggled and they fought, reaching out to each other, but his grasp on them was too strong. He laughed and roared as they struggled, this was the best part.

They continued to struggled and their legs kicked from beneath them.

Death was a knocking and then man might as well let it in.

"See you on the other side."

He grinned and then snapped their necks.

He would have waited but he was a very impatient person. He dropped them on the ground and crawled on top of the bed.

He spread the woman, tied to the bed, legs and sliced into her. The heavily sedated woman groaned and arched her back. She was not wet, she was dry.

He loved dry.

He didn't care if she would bleed. He loved blood. He loved drinking the stuff.

The woman beneath him screamed higher and higher as he fucked her faster.

He threw his head back and bit into her breast. She screamed till her throat hurt and then she silently groaned in her mouth as he pulled and pulled.

His teeth nipping at her breast and he ripped it open as he fucked her. His thrusts were hitting her cervix and beyond that.

"Shit…fuck…dry…I love dry pussy."

He continued to fuck the woman not caring that she was struggling to claw at his back.

"Fuck…yes…fuck….yes."

;..;

Six hundred years later…

"Je s'ennuyer."

Two women were sitting at the bar, their firm butts were sitting on stools as they leaned against the bar to drink the cups they were handed. The one who spoke had long red hair that curled around her breast, but the ends were down her back she sat on her stool and drunk. She had on a white sweater that pushed her perky breast together, her nipples were pressing against the sweater, but she didn't mind. One hand was on her naked thigh as she tried to pull her short black skirt down with her black heeled boots. It wasn't working so she sat there in her fairly dark skin and sat there, drinking. The other that was sitting next to her had dark brown eyes and even darker hair. It was loose and curled, going past her bare shoulders. She was wearing a light purple halter that pushed her breast together and a long skirt that had a slit on the side, it rode up her hips as she crossed her legs to sit on the stool. She was bored too as her friend, sitting beside her but she was waiting for someone.

"Then do something. Don't just sit here."

The red head scoffed and her grey eyes were filled with annoyance and something else that the dark hair couldn't place.

"Non, fille. J'ai faim. Je pourrais mourir." The red head rolled her eyes and groaned. Her stomach was starving and she wanted to eat but she couldn't move until her friend as well as companion moved as well.

"Speak English, Amarantha. We are in Mystic Falls, Virginia. They speak English here. You might as well." The dark head said as she scanned around the place known as the Grill. Her glass was empty and she was running her finger over the ring she wore on her middle finger.

It was night time and she didn't need to wear the ring but it was a comfort zone and it reminded her of the man that she obsessed over for four hundred years. He died to ashes he did after that. So her and Amarantha toured the world after that, making it their mission to fuck someone every where they went. They were in Georgia three weeks ago and almost fucked everyone over there. Both of them enjoying the companies of women, only one men shared them both. Ever since Tyler died, they couldn't and wouldn't touch another man unless they felt like sharing. Which happened rarely. Even after it being so long, they still mourned his death.

He was their maker, their lover, their master. He was everything to them and now he was gone.

"Don't call me Amarantha. You lost your French accent, doesn't mean I will. This place is unbearable. The meat smell and they aren't as good-looking as the ones back home. I want to go back to Georgia." Amarantha pleaded and gave the dark head a pout. "Elena, please, I wish to go back."

The dark head, better known as Elena, shook her head and flicked her tongue between her teeth. She leaned closer to Amarantha and smirked. Her brown eyes turning black for a second before she relaxed her face. Her nose sniffing in the air. She was going to say something but that quick whiff of blood was what made her change at night in a bar crowded with people. She relaxed herself and fixed her composure before turning her head towards the entrance to the bar.

A dark haired male walked in with a light brown hair female. She was talking to him about something that was clearly un-importantly. His mind was else where. She was wearing a short red bandanna as a shirt and black shorts that cupped her no ass, brown boots as she walked towards a table that was un-occupied. She sat down and the male sat down across from her. He was signaling for a bartender to come to meet them,

Elena cocked her head to side and licked her lips. She found what she wanted. She wanted him, the dark haired male.

She wanted him.

"Mummy found a new toy." Amarantha clapped her hands and danced in her seat as she looked at the dark haired male.

"Yes, mummy has found a new toy." Amarantha stood up and hopped off the stool, about ready to go over there and distract the female but Elena pulled her back by her arm.

"Don't. I hear them. I smell a fight."

Elena chuckled and ran her hands through her hair.

Amarantha chuckled.

"I love those couple fights."

They both laughed. Their laughter cold and dark and filled with things that the ones around them could never understand. They settled down their laughter and their ears picked up what she was saying. The light brown woman was yelling at him, for some strange reason. Elena's face turned into a grin as she heard why she was yelling at him because they were both virgins and he wanted to lose it to her and she was saying no. The girl was on her period.

Yuck for him. Yummy for them.

"Elena, can I go get her? You can have the male. I haven't had bleedy female in a long while." Amarantha's strong French accent was thick and heavy in the air but she was still understandable. Elena could understand her and anyone else who spoke with her. She just like to mess with the meat's mind.

"Amarantha, wait. When I signal I want us to start a fight; an argument. You storm off and leave. I'll jus…"

Amarantha shook her head and wagged her finger. She pointed towards the couple they were plotting against. Their conversation was getting slightly heated.

"…Damon, I don't care. We have been dating for two wonderful years. I love you but I'm not going to fuck you so you can tell all your friends about it. Nope. I'm not."

"It's not going to be like that. I love you. I don't tell any of them what we do."

"Whatever. I don't believe you."

"Oh, you say no to sex but your down to let me eat you out."

"You're an asshole and your not even that good…"

"What did you say?"

"Yeah, I said it. I brought you here because I've been seeing someone else. I'm still a virgin and I want to lose it to him…not to you."

Elena tilted her head and looked at the one called Damon, the dark haired male. He had dark hair that was soft and laid down around his head. He had striking blue eyes, the best blue eyes that she never seen before. He was wearing a baggy red shirt and baggy khaki pants with brown ruffed up sneakers. He had black rectangle glasses over his blue eyes and he had an expression on his face that Elena knew well. Hurt. Betrayal. Cold. Building your wall up. Losing trust. She knew it all. She experienced it as her many years as a prostitute.

"My name is Amanda. I'm going over there. Wish me luck." Amanda, better known as Amarantha, grabbed a small cup of bourbon. She drowned the drink and shook her body. Her gray eyes became hazy and she ran her hands through her hair as if she was well fucked into the night.

Elena was going to grab her but she chose not too. She'd let her use her magic and then Elena would come in for the kill and if "Damon" was good enough she'd bleed him dry, that's if he was good enough. Her chocolate eyes watched as her friend stumbled over to the table. They been 'alive' long enough to act like a drunk.

They knew.

Elena turned in her stool and looked at the man who came up beside her. He was leaning against the bar and he was smiling at her. He had not that much hair on his head, a low buzz cut. Jean shorts and a tight black shirt.

"I have been watching you for the past hour. I think your hot. My name is Thomas but you can call me Tom." He was smiling at her. His teeth were off-white, yellow spots were on his teeth. She wouldn't of seen if she wasn't what she was. She was a princess of the night. A dark evil sinister thing that preyed on the living and drunk the blood of the innocent. She took what she wanted and right now she wanted the dark haired male named Damon. She didn't want this guy that was trying to get with her. This guy was lucky enough if she didn't kill him.

"…after that you can come to my house and we can see where the night takes us."

Elena shook her head and looked at him. He had blue eyes like Damon but his were dull and boring. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She glanced out of the corner of her brown eyes and saw that Amarantha was stumbling over the table, knocking the coasters and things over, just to settle herself against the table. She heard their conversation with her ears and rose off her stool to straighten herself. The guy beside her smiled, he thought that he had won her over but the guy was dumb. She already picked who was taking her home.

Damon.

"Je suis vrainment désolé. I'm slightly drunk. I was wondering if one of…"hiccup" could show me rouge voiture."

"Sure. I don't mind. I'm finished here anyway. Bye Damon. The next woman who meets you is going to be a lucky one."

Elena smiled and then ran her fingers through her hair. She took a step over towards the table before the guy that was talking to her grabbed her arm, roughly forcing her to turn around. She did and gave him a cold stare. Her brown eyes were turning black as Tom, or Thomas, glared at her.

"I'm offering you a life time thing here. I don't fuck hookers but hey, today's my birthday. I deserve a present. Don't you think?"

Elena heard the venom in his voice and how angry he was getting and she didn't care. She saw with her senses that Amanda was leaving the place with the light brown haired girl. He was all alone. It was her chance. She took a breath she didn't need and relaxed into her human guise. She quickly reverted into the whining crying girl she seen in movies, pulling at her arm and scratching at his as she pulled so he could let her go. His grip tighten and she tried to forced tears down her face. He wasn't hurting her but the human males liked it when you were crying, the sick twisted ones anyway.

"Let me go. My friend…"

"Shut up wench. I know you're a fucking hooker. I do research at the college and only hookers wear those tats on the back of your neck." He said matter of fact as he continued to pull on her arm, not really noticing the dark haired male walking over to them.

Elena got a quick whiff of his breathe and shook her head from the smell. He was drunk. She took another whiff of him, getting passed the whiskey that covered him she smelled something on him, that she didn't like. She smelled drugs on him and she pushed at him to let her go. Not really caring that he saw her burned scar that her and Amarantha wore proudly. They received the 'scar' when they were sixteen. They never bothered to get it fixed, Hell-o they were vampires.

"It was a stupid tattoo. We…didn't…know…"

"The lady is clearly telling you no. Maybe you should respect the woman's wishes."

Elena turned and if her heart could beat it would have literally pumped out of her chest and did flip-flops before jumping back inside of her chest, or something like that around that type of analogy. He was standing in front of her, well on the side but who was counting really? Certainly not her if anyone asked her.

He had his hand on Tom's shoulder and was squeezing it ever so gently. He had a expression on his face like he was tired and didn't really want to put up with what was going on in front of him but he just had to step in. His sister went through the same thing, so he understood…for a guy.

Tom turned towards Damon and curled his lip in disgust. He shook Damon's hand off his shoulder and scoffed, looking at him. "Look little boy, I'm older than you. I'm twenty-two in college and I'm a junior." Elena rolled her brown eyes, like that was supposed to impress anybody. She continued to look at Damon. His blue eyes read something like infuriating wrath that was making his blue eyes turn a different shade of blue; a much more darker blue and it was turning Elena on!

"Well, I guess I'm the smarter one here because I'm twenty graduating in two days." His voice said nothing but pure anger. "I suggest you walk away and let the lady go."

Tom turned towards Elena and was about to say something back to Damon but he looked in her eyes and he stared at her hypnotized.

"Yea, you should let me go, right Tom?"

Tom nodded his head and dropped his hold on her, which Damon dropped his hold on him. "I'll let you go."

Tom turned around towards his friends and walked back towards the table. They laughed at him and pointed fingers. He did nothing but sit there and grab his beer, drowning it and drowning his friend's as well.

Elena rubbed her arm to release pain, even though she didn't feel any and looked at Damon. His glasses were sliding down his nose and she noticed that there was no lenses inside of his glasses.

Was he a vampire?

Was he hunting as she was, except she was hunting for two things that night.

Sex and blood.

His sex and blood.

Elena took a quick whiff of him and concentrated her ears.

His heart was beating fast and she smelled his arousal come to life.

Human.

And good, he already had the hots for her.

Even better.

"Are you okay?" He asked her. His voice was just filled with worried and concern. It threw her off balance from her objective before she mentally and physically shook her head no.

"No. He had a good grip there."

She had three choices; attack him and demand that he fuck her into next week even though he was a virgin, compel him to having sex with her, or act all damsel and feel bad.

The first choice wasn't bad but that wouldn't seem to real. You get attacked because someone assumed you were a hooker and than fuck the first guy that saves you. Bad. Bad. The second choice was good as well but bad; it wouldn't be as fun if he was compelled. She kinda wanted him to enjoy his first time with her and show him that she was better than his bitch of an ex-girlfriend. The third choice was a bad choice for a vampire like her but it wasn't that bad. Maybe he fell for that thing.

Third choice it was.

Yuck!

"Oh, would you like something to drink?" He showed her towards the table that he was sitting at and she shook her head. She bit her lip and walked with him towards the table, making her dead body shiver. And she smiled inside as he wrapped his arm around her, noticing her shiver. "You must be cold. I have my jacket in the car. I can…"

"No. I always get shaken up when things like that happens to me." She licked her lips and sat down at the table across from him. He sat across from her and he stared at her with understanding in his eyes.

"I don't mean to be nosy or in your business, but why would you dress like that if you don't want to get that reaction from guys?"

Elena was speechless. He had her there. She wanted to tell him, it was better to catch her prey with my dear but that was too little red ridding hoodie and she wasn't going that girly. She decided to settle with the normal girl stuff about feeling ugly about her body about her body and telling him that she wanted to let loose for awhile and then she added that her friend was visiting from France and she wanted to see her home town. That wasn't a lie. Amarantha was from France and Elena was originally from Mystic Falls before she was shipped to said France and met Amarantha. She learned to speak French but after living so long, she learned English. Amarantha yet to learn and didn't care.

"Oh well you're a good-looking lady. You shouldn't have to dress like this to get attention. You got my attention just fine."

He nervously chuckled and she smelt his arousal kick up again.

Oh yeah.

"I was being man-handled by a guy. Of course, I got your attention."

She laughed lightly, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Nope. I saw you when I walked in with…Vickie. Your dark hair and eyes. I've always had a thing for a woman with dark hair and brown eyes."

Elena did the girl thing and giggled. If he was trying to get in her pants…ummm….skirt. He was already in there. Shit she'd take him right here.

"Are you flirting with me? Because if you are…" She leaned in towards him, her cool breath near his face. Her cleavage in his eyesight. "I don't mind. Heck I'm up for a one night stand if you are."

Elena sat back down and smiled, faintly, as she felt like beating herself against the head. She didn't mean to sound so forward but the last time she slept with a man was three weeks ago and she was highly loving the fact that she got to sleep with this hot male by herself. She chewed on her lip, her nervousness was getting the best of her and it was a habit of hers that she could never break.

"One night stand?" He expression read that he was befuddled and he was thinking. He was. He was planning on losing his virginity to his two year girlfriend, Vickie but she had confessed that she was seeing some other guy. They broke up and then just so happens, a woman came over talking a red something. He wasn't very good in French but Vickie was very fluent in it. That was one of the things he loved about her and was taking her out tonight because of their two year anniversary but that was shot down the drain as he looked at the woman across from him. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, he was planning on leaving when he turned and took a glance at the woman he noticed when he walked in, in someone's else's arms but she wasn't enjoying it. She was trying to get away. So he went over there and did the guy thing and he still was shocked that she was still talking to him. He felt he was a little insecure about his looks. But sitting in front of the woman that he had saved and he hadn't even gotten her name yet. He was still focused on her talking about one night stands. He heard about them from his brother but he never really did anything about them. His dick was spun attention to the beauty in front of him and he couldn't will it down. Damn. He was screwed, no pun intended.

"I've never done a one night stand before…" He was trying to catch her name.

"Elena. My name is Elena." Damn, she wasn't supposed to do that. She was still trying to give him a fake name to remember but her real name slipped out of her mouth. Shit fuck.

"Elena, I've never done a one night stand before. I…" He was trying to find the words to end it. To walk away and never turn around. There would be a pout on her face but he was waiting for that special someone.

He thought it was Vickie but that was shot down the drain.

You might as well go with this one night stand. You might never ever get a chance, he thought as he looked at the woman smiling across from him.

"Are you a hooker?"

Somewhere in him knew it was wrong and his father would probably slap him for asking a woman that but he didn't want to catch anything if he was going to do this.

"No. I told you. I just wanted to dress out for tonight. If you see a problem…"

Her face looked hurt, like he called her that and he realized that was what the other guy called her.

Shit. Damn. Fuck.

She stood up and pushed her chair backwards, running her fingers through her hair as she ran her hands down her cold arms and made her way outside. That was until Damon run up beside her after he left thirty dollars on the table.

"Wait, how do you do a one night stand?"

Elena grinned and turned, quickly changing her face to anticipation and excitement.

"Baby, I got your back. I'll show you a good time."

Damon looked at her.

May be the dude was right and she was a hooker.

"You seem like you've done this before?"

It was quiet between them before Elena opened her mouth to answer. The night air was cold and if she was human she would be freezing her ass off but she was not and clearly Damon was not either. He didn't even once shiver since they stepped outside.

"No. I'm a virgin to it. I just suggested it. You're a hot guy. I'm a okay girl. Let's explore."

Damon looked at her, gulping down whatever was popping out of his mouth, or was going to pop out.

He nodded his head and grabbed her waist, pulling her tighter towards him so they could walk to his car.

Elena's ears picked up heavy moaning and she smelt the scent of blood. If she didn't know how to control herself she would have ran towards the smell, but she didn't. She continued to walk with Damon towards his car. Plus Amarantha was having her fun and Elena soon would be having hers.

She had lied to him about the one night stand thing. She did a lot but never with a virgin and that sounded exciting to her.

She continued to walk with him, telling herself no matter if he had a good blood or not. She was not going to claim him as a pet.

It was just going to be…

A. One. Time. Thing.

Elena in all her years was never proven wrong. Older meant you were wiser.

She missed her calculations by one; by one little thing.

Deep down inside of her cold, dead, heartless body…she had a deeper feeling for Damon than she ever felt for Tyler.

A way deeper feeling.

How is it? Honest opinion.