Updated on July 9th 2017 for grammar reasons.

So, here it is, finally. This is the story I've been talking about for so long, and it's finally here. First off, I am SO nervous about this. Just ask ForeverFirstloves. I tell you, if she hadn't been here for me, I probably wouldn't have put this up.

Now that we've got that out of the way, I just have to say one thing, before letting you read on. Don't assume this is canon!

I'll let you read now. Without further ado:

Prologue:

No one really knows how or when it all began, be it a witch's spell, a vampire's invention, or even destiny, all that matters is that it has become law.
A special kind of human, a Singer, is born to one out of every three vampires, and any vampire who is bestowed with one has a sealed fate.
The moment a vampire's singer enters the world, their undead heart will beat.
They will find themselves compelled to their singer, filled with a passionate need to be with them, to protect them.
The urge is impossible to resist, growing stronger as the singer ages, until the human reaches the age of their vampire when he or she was turned.
It is then that the vampire is given a choice.
They must turn their singer, or allow death to claim the human as the sun sets on that very day.
In addition to this decision, the vampire must also turn another human.
This is to prevent the extinction of the vampire race, as is stated by the law.

I banged my shot glass down at the table, not giving two shits about breaking it. The girl next to me jumped up and down excitedly, squeaking something about winning. I really didn't care. What I did care about, though, was the way her breast were following her movements, jiggling up and down in front of me. Oh yeah, she was the flavor of tonight, alright.

I laughed at her happiness, pretending to care, as if I weren't going to give her the old snatch, feed, erase - the vampire equivelant of fuck and dump. I would enjoy not having to put this whole facade up every time, but life sucks and not everyone is willing to follow a stranger into an alley, however handsome he might be. My life would be a whole lot easier if they were.

This one was no exception - I had been working on her for an hour, and she seemed drunk enough for me to whisk her away to the back-alley. Maybe I'd even let this one survive.

And sure enough, when I proposed we'd go outside, she followed me, giggling and holding onto my hand. I could feel her throbbing pulse in her thumb, as she rubbed it all over my hand, while whispering things she was able to do with her tongue. Oh well, it was going to be a fun night.

We reached the alley, her body now pressed to the side of mine, her lips forming a trail of sloppy kisses down my neck. I rolled my eyes, grabbing her chin harshly and made her focus on me.

"You are not going to make a sound." Compulsion ran through my body and I loved the way her eyes glossed over, as she nodded.

I let my face change and reveled in the way my fangs shot through my gums, making me look exactly like that predator I was. I harshly moved her face to the side, revealing her white neck, so ready for me to plunge into. The girl didn't say anything at all, exactly as I had compelled her to, but she did try to escape. God, did this never change? Honestly, if you've just been told to not make a sound and you find yourself unable to do so, you should just give up. There's obviously nothing you can do about it.

But these girls never learned. It was the same shit every single time. If she would just relax, it wouldn't hurt that bad! It might even be comfortable for her. I could make it very comfortable, actually. But no, she just had to fight me, trying to get me away from her, as if she actually had a chance of getting away. Oh well, her loss.

Holding her back easily, I dove into her neck, not caring at all if I was creating a mess. I probably wouldn't let her survive, and I needed to make it seem like an animal attack, not a vapire one - even though I wasn't in the shitty little town, I sometimes called home, we were close enough that someone might know of my nature. And I really didn't want to create trouble. Well, not yet, anyway. I'd dump her body on the way.

Honestly, I probably shouldn't go back there. My broody baby brother would probably be waiting for me, with his singer. And he'd probably talk to me about how irresponsible I am, and how I should try changing, because it won't be long until my destined singer will come and blablabla.

Sometimes I think he's delusional.

I've known my brother for around 267 years. Yeah, that's right, I'm pretty old. I don't look a day over 24, though. That could have something to do with the fact that I'm a vampire, and haven't aged a day since 1744, the year I was turned. I know, vampires are mythical creatures and all that, but see, that's where you're wrong. We're pretty real, and we're in all parts of the world. You probably know a couple of vampires without actually being aware of it. We're pretty good at hiding.

I think I got a little bit off track there - my point is, that I've known my brother for 267 years, and he still has some kind of idea that there's something good in me, and the day my singer is born, I'm going to turn around.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

I've told him time and time again that there's no singer out there for me. I've roamed around this earth for 274 years, 24 as human and 250 as a vampire. During those 250 years, you would think that this apparently destined singer would've appeared. But she hasn't. And she won't. Because I'm a damned soul, and I enjoy my bachelor life way too much to be bored with a silly human. Of course I'd never protect one of theirs.

No, there's not singer out there for me. And should there ever come some one, I wouldn't go to them. I'm not an idiot. The vampire race is supreme, and we're doing just fine. I'm doing just fine, living life the way I am now. I have fun, I drink myself into a stupor, have a lot of great sex, and I'm draining blondes dry almost every night. Oh yes, I love my life.

Why would I be bothered by a small human?

As I told you, I think my stupid baby brother is delusional.

I came back to my senses as I felt the girl's heart stop. Oh well, what a shame... Not really. I didn't really care, except that it would be a bother to hide her body.

I made sure not one single drop was wasted, before taking her over my shoulder, speeding off the crime scene and going to the woods, where humans rarely come. I dumped the body on the ground, letting the forest's animals have it, before speeding back to the bar, getting into my Camaro. I loved that thing more than I'll ever love some person. Not even my brother is as important as my baby is.

I got in my car, turning it on and making my way back to the city I call home. Mystic Falls.

Mystic Falls is a pretty fucked up town, to be honest with you. Somehow it seems to attract supernatural stuff like a magnet, causing the human citizens to be in danger almost all the time. Not that I care. I just wish I could return to that city, without people telling me just how much of a douche bag I am – because let's face it. It's true, and I know it. And I love it. It's just me. That's who I am, and I am so not changing. Not for my stupid brother, or for anyone else. That doesn't mean that I like hearing it.

I parked my baby in the garage, making sure everything was locked, before making my way into the big boarding house. Our nephew was actually living there, but thankfully, he magically disappeared every time I got into town. It wasn't news that I'd killed a few of the men in our family during the time, and he probably didn't want to be another one. And this guy was actually doing a decent job at staying away, making sure he was with his girlfriend or something like that.

"Damon..."

God, I missed him having a heartbeat.

That's right, my baby brother had a heartbeat, for seventeen years. And I'm not talking about the seventeen years he spent as a human. No. As soon as his precious singer had been born, his heart had started beating. I'd had so much fun with that. He couldn't sneak up on me and the pumping noise from his chest was a great symbol for the love he felt for that stupid girl.

But his heart wasn't beating anymore, ever since he'd chosen to turn that girl he was so obsessed with. That meant he was able to sneak up on me. Just great, another disappointed look from him. And if I knew him good enough, his singer would be coming down the stairs in a few minutes. He never left her out of his sight, even though she had turned. She weren't in any kind of danger anymore, and those two should be living life, instead of just staying in doors and being broody. As I told you, I think there's something wrong with my brother.

"Stefan..." I said in the same voice, trying to get the tormented look in my face as well. Mission failed. I couldn't keep it, but let the smirk return to my lips, as I poured another glass and made my way away from the drinks.

"What are you doing here?" Stefan asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Just great. He didn't expect me to return to Mystic Falls. Good to know that your brother doesn't want you to be home.

Technically home wasn't Mystic Falls. Our real home, the place we'd both been brought up, was in a small town in Italy. By the time both of us had turned, we'd known that we couldn't stay in Italy. Our douche bag father had made himself a big reputation there, and everyone pretty much knew who the Salvatore brothers were. That's why we got on the first ship to America, and we were instantly attracted to Mystic Falls, as so many other supernatural creatures. And that had been home ever since.

I'd never care to admit it out loud, but that little town was more of a home to me, than Italy had been. Don't get me wrong, I go back to Italy all the time. The girls down there are just a bit more willing. But Mystic Falls had been my home for the past 248 years, and that probably wasn't going to change.

"Oh, are you that sad to see me home, little brother?" I said in a mocking voice, throwing the alcohol down my throat. I needed it, if I was going to survive being here with my apparently totally judging brother, and that blonde bitch that was his singer. I'd never really liked the girl. Sure, I'd banged her once or twice, which had earned me a hell of a fight with Stefan, but her squeaky voice and her bubbly attitude were way too much to me. My little brother seemed to like her, though. Stupid idiot.

"Not sad, just... No, you know what, that was pretty accurate. I am pretty sad to see you're home. Because that usually means trouble and a lot of covering up for me and Caroline to do," Stefan said, stepping closer. I put my hand over my heart and pretended to be hurt.

"Ouch. You're hurting my feelings, brother... Oh wait, that's right, I don't have any! Thank God for that. That wasn't nice, though!" I said, flopping down in one of the couches, reaching out after the book on the table.

"Stop pretending, Damon. You have feelings, both of us know that. You just deny it. But as soon as your singer turns up, I bet your emotions will be back in place," Stefan said, sitting down in the couch opposite of me. I could hear Blondie's steps on the stairs, and groaned, knowing she would be down in a few seconds. Great, two people to torture me.

"Why don't you just stop believing a singer will ever turn up? Both of us know that's really not going to happen, and even if it did, I wouldn't go there. Why should I? I'm living the perfect life! I get to be drunk all the time, have sex and drain sorority girls. Why on earth should I give all that up, for a stupid human? You must think I'm crazy or something," I said, shaking my head. I looked at the book in my hand. Wuthering heights. Great. He was reading that one again.

"What's going on down here, Stefan?"

Great, Barbie had arrived. Just great. She was wearing one of Stefan's shirts and nothing more than a pair of panties. Oh well, she did have a great body. I was so not complaining. Maybe she'd like to have some fun.

"Damon? What the hell are you doing here?"

Her eyes narrowed at me, as she crossed her arms over her chest, exactly like Stefan. Except she looked at lot more angry when she did that. And it pushed up her boobs. Again, I am so not complaining.

"Well, this is my home as much as it's Stefan's. I have every right to be here. Actually, my plan was to drink some more alcohol, go to bed and do that thing you do when you close your eyes and allow your body to rest. It's called sleep, ever heard of it?" I said in my usual sarcastic tone, emptying the glass and standing up from my place on the couch. Caroline sped to me, pressing me against the nearest wall with her hand against my throat. I raised one eyebrow and easily pushed her away, locking my hand over her throat.

Stefan let out a loud growl and launched at me, but I pushed him away easily. Stupid idiot didn't feed on anything else than animals, which was exactly the reason I was able to push him away with a flick of my wrist.

"Listen to me, Blondie, I have over a hundred years on you. Don't you ever begin to think you're stronger. Now, this is my home as well, and I'm going to be here for a while, whether you like it or not. So don't try any funny business."
I let go of her throat and got up, looking over at Stefan. He was sitting a bit away, fire in his eyes, slightly bend knees. He was ready to go at me again, if I touched her. Idiot.

"Make her behave. I don't want to kill her. She seems to be able to at least make you somewhat near alive. I'll see you two tomorrow."

With that comment I slowly made my way up the stairs, going to the northern wing, finding my room exactly as I'd left it. The books were still in place on their shelves, my bed was made with my silk sheets and my bathroom was clean as always. I smirked, grabbing a bottle of bourbon from my stash and started drinking, while shredding my clothes. The perfume of the girl I'd killed earlier was still hanging around me, and I hated that cheap stuff. She surely wouldn't be missed.

Not caring one small bit about nudity, I grabbed a towel and got into the shower, turning on the hot water and letting it glide down my body. It felt good, to wash my body after that night. That girl hadn't been my first one, and I had dried blood on my chest.

I'd brought a girl to my hotel room, before draining that girl. I should really stop making such a mess when I was fucking and draining, but... Well, where's the fun in that?

Stepping out of my bathroom, only clad in a towel, I dried off my hair, pulled off the towel and got under the sheets. I really needed sleep after that night. And just before I closed my eyes, I felt it. The lurch in my chest. Stunned, I waited, praying I had imagined it. That it wasn't real.

But then it happened again.

And again.

Please, God, no. I have never been a religious person, but at that moment, I was praying to every single God I knew of, that I had been wrong.

That one single thing I had spent two and a half centuries dreading, had finally happened. For the first time in 250 years, my heart was beating. And that could only mean one thing.

She had come.

So that was the prologue! PLEASE leave a review and tell me what you think. I really want to know what you're thinking and what you think will happen. I'll see you next time!