The link to the original story (even though it's a fanfic, making it not very original. Whatevs. You know what I meant) is on my profile. I tried to put the link on here, but it was all messed up.

I'm still getting the hang of writing in first person, but I'm working on getting better at it. Bear with me, please :)

Full Summary: Damon Salvatore has unwittingly turned Andrea Valentine into a vampire. What happens when she then attaches herself to him (whether he likes it or not) so that he can teach her the ins-and-outs of being what they are? The adventures turn deadly - and hilarious - when hunter-slayers get hot on their trail.

Lots of Damon and a little bit of BAMON involved!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. I own only Andrea Valentine and this story.

I'm running out of clever ways to write my disclaimer, and it's getting quite tiring. I mean, you obviously know that I don't own TVD. And if you didn't know, then that's pretty sad.

Enough with my rambling.

The Vampire Diaries: My Aching Fangs

Chapter 1: I Got Them Teeth Like Daggers

It was done. I was a vampire and there was nothing that I could do about it.

Not going back into the school for my things, I made my way home (well, I went home after getting something to drink – if you know what I mean). Thanks to my new super speed, I was home within a minute. It dawned on me why my reflexes were faster and why I had been so strong, lately. I had been Changing and didn't know it. My death after being chased around by Katherine the Not-so Friendly Ghost is what completed the transformation.

I went straight to my room and began packing things. Clothes, shoes, a couple books, and my iPod. I didn't pack much, but it was enough at that time. I didn't know where I was going, so I didn't want to be weighed down by too many material things.

While I was gathering my stuff, I stopped in front of the mirror that was on my dresser. I opened my mouth and poked at my canine teeth. Both immediately sharpened and extended, but when I stopped touching them they retracted.

Talk about trippy!

Once packed, I went to the kitchen and got some ice cream out of the freezer. Vampire or not, I was still a sad girl and the ice cream was chocolate. You do the math.

After eating several spoonfuls I gave my parents a hug goodnight, even though it was really a hug goodbye, and then I crept into the room of my sleeping little brother and kissed him on the head. Can someone please explain to me why his hair smelled like ranch dressing? Anyways…

I went back to my room and grabbed the backpack that contained my things. Then I was out the window, and I was gone.

Twenty minutes later, I stood in a clearing in the middle of the Old Wood and searched for a certain mind. It was barely a second before I sensed his presence behind me. I turned around.

"Damon Salvatore. You have ruined my life," I told him.

"If I had a drop of blood for every time I heard that, I would never have to feed again," Damon replied. And then he said, "Although, I probably would anyway." Damon flashed is 100-kilowatt smile at me. I wanted to slap it off.

"I'm a vampire because of you, and I'm only 17. Do you know what that means?" He turned the smile off instantly, his expression unreadable.

"It means," I continued, "That I have to spend the rest of eternity as a MINOR. Do you know how irritating it is when I can't get into a stupid movie after 9 p.m. without an adult? Not to mention being stuck with mood swings and my skin breaking out. Arrgh!" I growled in frustration. Damon was smiling again. "Stop smiling before I give you a good roundhouse kick."

Within a blink of an eye, Damon had me pinned to a tree by my neck. "Remember that I have 500 years on you, little girl, so it'd be best if you watched your tone," he said. His voice wasn't threatening, but he was getting his point across. "Is this all that you called me for? To tell me this?" Damon asked as he released his grip on me and stepped away.

"No. I left home because I didn't want to risk hurting anyone I loved," I replied, standing to my full height. He may have been stronger, but I was taller. So ha, ha, and ha once more!

"And this concerns me because?" Damon said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Because it's your fault that I had to leave in the first place. Remember when you fed on me? Well, a couple days later I died. Your blood is what brought me back and Changed me. Thanks. A lot."

Damon was taunting me now. "With pleasure," he said.

I had had enough. This time it was me who had him pinned. With each hand on either of his shoulders, I pushed him to the ground and bared my fangs. An animal's hiss escaped my throat, but Damon simply looked pleasantly surprised by my display of aggression. It was like he was admiring his handy work. Attacking him was no use. Figures…

"I see, or should I say smell, that you've fed already," Damon said as I let him up.

"Yes," I replied. "It's not like I had a choice if I wanted to stick around."

"Then what do you need me for?"

"First off, I need a place to stay. Second, and most important, I need you to teach me how to be a vampire. This is all so new and confusing." I had calmed down a little.

"What is there to teach? You already know how to feed. There's not much else to it – besides having fun with your newfound Power. But I must admit, you have a great deal of nerve to ask for my help after attacking me like that," Damon replied.

"That's the thing. All my emotions are heightened times 100 right now, and I don't know how to control it. And no, I don't have the feeding thing down. Besides, what am I supposed to do with Power? I don't know how to use it. I think you owe me some help, Damon." Not being able to read his face was unnerving.

"I owe you?"

"Damon, please!" Why did he have to be so difficult? That roundhouse kick came to mind again.

"You want my help, and yet you still think of ways to try, try being the key word, to hurt me?" He began tut-tutting.

"I can't help it, Damon. I'm just really frustrated." And on the verge of tears, I thought to myself and hoped that Damon didn't hear (which he either didn't or he heard and didn't care enough to mention it).

"Come," he replied. "I'll drive you to the boarding house."

"Um, you may not have heard, but Stefan pretty much hates me."

Before I became a vampire, I had interviewed the people of which The Vampire Diaries is based off of in order to get their take on novels/TV show. I did this for a high school article that I was writing. As I stood before Damon I thought back to the interview that I had with Stefan, and it ended with him compelling me to never speak to him again. Charming, right?

"Join the club," Damon said and smirked.

I followed him back to his Ferrari, got in, and put my bag of belongings on my lap. "Nice ride," I said as Damon pulled out onto the road. "Does the radio work?"

"Don't touch that!" Damon began to say, but it was already too late. I turned on the radio, and instantly there was an upbeat pop song playing. I sang along merrily at the top of my lungs.

"I don't need to try and control you! Look into my eyes, and I'll own you! With them moves like Jagger! I've got the moves like Jagger! I've got the mooooooooves like JAGGER!" When the music cut off abruptly, I looked over at Damon.

"Hey! I was singing to that."

"Exactly," he replied.

"I would've never imagined you to be such a stick in the mud," I grumbled. Damon looked back at me, and I saw a grin stretch across his face and a hint of mischief flash through his dark eyes. It made him look so young that I was amazed. That's when I noticed that we were driving faster.

"A stick in the mud, oh?" he said to me.

"Damon? Why are we going this fast? There are too many winding turns to be going at this speeeeed!" Damon whipped around the bend and was steady going faster. I clutched my bag tightly.

"I'm going to die," I said.

"You're forgetting that you're already dead," Damon replied. The car's speed increased with each second.

"Slow down! Don't you realize that this thing goes 198 miles per hour?"

"Let's test that statement, shall we?" Damon floored the gas pedal, and we zoomed around every turn and corner on that one-lane road.

By the time we arrived at the boarding house and got out the car, I was queasy, dizzy, and even a little disoriented. What have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself.

"Don't ever call me boring again," Damon told me. "Because if you do, I'll think that you're confusing me with my brother – and we wouldn't want that."

I followed Damon to the porch and he knocked on the door. Mrs. Flowers, I assumed it was her, answered and let Damon step in. From what I could see as I stood back, the lights in the kitchen, living, and dining room were on. I also saw everyone that I had interviewed, Bonnie, Matt, Meredith, Elena, and Stefan, in the various rooms. Only Tyler and Caroline weren't there.

"Oh, hello Damon," Mrs. Flowers said. "I see you've brought a friend."

"Yes, and she won't be so rude as to come in without an invite," he replied. Then he added, "You know what I mean, don't you?"

Before Mrs. Flowers got a chance to answer, Elena came out of nowhere and said, "Do not invite her in."

Oh great. Now Blondie hated me, too. For once, I wasn't the one who started that stupid fight between her and Caroline (which turned into a fight between Meredith and Bonnie, mind you) when they agreed to talk to me for the article. Although, Stefan probably did share the details of his interview with her. Whoops…

Then Welcome Matt came to the door. "She called me a pansy," he said which, much to his annoyance, made Damon turn and actually smile at me.

"Don't get me started on name-calling, okay? Don't forget what you said to me afterwards," I spat back. This made Matt go red as he quietly stepped away. Why was he always going red? Did he have tomato mixed in his genes or something?

When Stefan appeared to see what the commotion was all about, his face immediately darkened when he saw me.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

"Nope. Everything is tiptop and tickety boo." I gave him my sweetest smile.

"I compelled you to never speak to me." Frustration was growing in Stefan's voice.

"Well, your compulsion wore off after I became a vampire." The hard expression of his face melted into sympathy within an instant.

I looked at Damon who said, "That's where I need your assistance, brother. But if you don't mind, I'd rather talk about it inside. Mrs. Flowers, if you would do the honors."

"Oh, of course dear! Please excuse my manners and come in," she said to me. I kind of liked that old lady.

I stepped over the threshold slowly, waiting to see if I would hit some invisible wall. I was relieved to see that Mrs. Flowers' invite had eliminated that barrier, and a moment later I was standing inside the boarding house.

"So, what's next?"

Like it so far? Let me know your honest opinions, and constructive criticism always is welcome.

Also, let me know if you want me to continue. I'm not sure about it.

I forgot to mention that the song lyrics belong to a band called Maroon 5. The song is "Moves Like Jagger". The link to the song is on my profile. I can't put it here because the website won't allow me, but I encourage you to check it out. Maroon 5 is a favorite of mine :)