Vampire Love

It's more intense than regular love.

All your senses are heightened as

well as your feelings.

It's passionate almost blood

thirsting, you can't get enough

of your other half.

You want to protect them,

save them, start a family with

them.

Your blood is there blood, Your

life is their life.

For eternity.

Vampire Love.

Prologue

Mystic Falls Virginia 1864

"Do it," I murmured.

"Aly..." he hesitated, seemingly unsure of my reaction.

"Bite me, Damon. You need and want this, do it."

"I don't want to take blood from you if you are not absolutely certain about this."

"I am certain, Damon. Take my blood, it is yours, as I am yours."

He pulled me gently to him, settling me on his lap. "You are mine?" he asked in confusion.

"Yes, I am yours. Katherine never really loved you, or Stefan, she only used and manipulated the both of you to get what she wanted from you. She was not the woman you want to spend your life with. I am but a servant, but I truly do care. Believe me or don't, Damon Salvatore, but I love you. With all that I am, I love you. I am yours in every way." She blushed slightly.

"Except for one," he amended.

"I... I will not, not until I am married..." she said hesitantly.

"I know, Aly, I admire that. You have no idea how many girls are after me day and night, how many of them I find hiding in my chambers night after night. I think that's why I like you best, you listen to me, you care about me for who I really am, not for the image I present. Not for my wealth. And you are always there to tell me when I am being stupid or wrong. After my mother, nobody has done that for me, not even Katherine."

"It is Stefan who should be your backup, be telling you when you are wrong. Not I."

"Stefan is... Stefan... He cares, he just doesn't show it well."

"That is true. He loves you because you are his brother, as you love him because he is your brother. Brother's do not usually get along well... You should both be there for each other, not be against each other."

"Aly..."

"Stop talking and take my blood. You need it to finish the transition."

"Perhaps I have no desire to complete the transition. Katherine was everything to me, she abandoned me. She never truly cared."

"True, but Damon, I know you. You will thrive in the world of vampires."

"And you know this how?"

"I know you, Damon. I know what you are like, I know the environment you thrive in and that which you wilt in. Do as I say and take my blood now. You will thank me for it later, I promise."

Damon sighed and leaned closer to her, brushing tender kisses along her throat, feeling his canines elongate to accommodate his vampiric nature. The veins beneath his eyes becoming more prominent as the whites of his eyes filled with blood. The peaceful serenity in Aly's expression and mannerisms never changed. Slowly, ever so gently, she felt Damon's fangs sink into her flesh. Felt the gentle pull of her blood being drawn to his gently lapping tongue.

Aly moaned softly, feeling the love and lust emanating from his body. She knew this was part of the blood taking, she had experienced it on more than one occasion. Though never before with Damon. She tangled her fingers in his hair, keeping his lips firmly pressed to her throat until he had drunk all that was safe for him to take from her small body.

"Damon," she whispered. "Damon, that's enough."

He pulled away, an animalistic snarl contorting his gorgeous features. "It is never enough," he growled.

"Enough for me," she amended. "You have taken all that is safe to have taken from my body. Any more and I, too, shall begin the transition."

Damon nearly threw himself across the room, staring at her in horror.

"Damon, it's alright, you stopped. You took no more than was safe for me."

"I wanted to, though. Aly, I would have drained you, had I been given the chance!"

Aly slowly moved toward him, her right hand resting lightly on the place his fangs had penetrated. Damon pulled back, reluctant to touch her.

"Damon, relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Nor are you going to hurt me. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," he said, his fangs still protruding below his upper lip. "I do not, however, trust myself."

"Do as I say. Bite your wrist."

Damon hastened to comply, uncertainty and trust in his eyes.

"Now, let me drink from you, as you did from me. It will ensure that I have enough blood and will speed the healing process."

Damon extended his wrist, watching in fascination as she gently took a hold of his wrist and brought it to her lips. He was surprised when he felt her tongue gently lapping the blood from his wound, as he had done at her throat. After a long moment she pulled away and licked her lips. He watched as the wound in his wrist healed itself.

"Better?" Aly asked him softly.

"Much," he conceded.

"If you will excuse me, I now must get to my chores or someone will get suspicious."

"Of course," he nodded.

"Have a good morning, master Salvatore," she curtsied and backed out of the room.

†††††

As she walked toward the kitchen to begin her duties she felt an arm wrap around her waist and a hand clapped over her mouth.

"You manipulative, naive little idiot," Katherine's voice hissed in her ear. "You made him complete the transition! He was never supposed to become a vampire! I wanted Stefan, not Damon. Damon is fun, but Stefan is useful. Why did you make him finish the transition?"

Aly continued her struggles, unable to answer Katherine's question.

"Answer me!" she hissed. "Oh, of course. My bad." She moved her hand from Aly's mouth.

"Because I care! You can call me manipulative, but it was you that manipulated him, not me. I made him see what you had done to him!"

"Wrong answer," Katherine smiled, her hands resting on either side of Aly's face. She turned Aly's head sharply to the right.