Author's Note: I was undecided where to go with this story. Check out other mature stories for the Vampire Diaries. I'm in love with so many of them!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing.
Love is a funny thing. Humans spend most of their life searching for the elusive feeling. They write epics about love and soulmates. I had thought they knew nothing about true love, but I was wrong.
I had thought Katherine was the one. I didn't realize until years later that I was experiencing a form of infatuation, of obsession. I loved Katherine as completely as my human heart could. I was ready to be hers forever. If she had not been captured I would have gladly been her willing slave for an eternity. I never would have known any differently if Katherine had remained.
I will never say love is epic but it is powerful. Love reminded me of the old me. I was a different person before Katherine. I was more carefree, happier, more forgiving. Stefan and I were closer and had a more recognizable brotherly relationship. Before Katherine, I would never have believed how our relationship would suffer. One woman devastated a familial relationship for over a hundred years and maybe longer.
SHE reminded me of who I was. I finally felt complete after 150 years of emptiness. She was reawakening a soul I had thought was lost the moment my heart stopped beating. Once I tasted humanity again, I could hardly let it go. She surrounded me, ensnaring my undead soul and stopping me in my tracks. When I decided to win her from Stefan, I never imagined I would become the conquered.
Her reactions to me were quite enjoyable. She was so distracted that she never knew I had kept her scarf from her bag. It was a beautiful pink scarf made of a fine silk. I imagined her skin to feel just as smooth. I toyed with the material, stretching it, imagining her writing on the bed beneath me with her pretty hands tied to the headboard.
Her scent dripped from the scarf, invading my very being and making my desire rise. She called to me but I knew I needed to be patient. She was an innocent and would not be ready to handle my desires, but soon she would.
I needed an invitation into her house. I am sure Stefan had already weaseled his way into her home. His diary had mentioned returning her journal. Her scarf would give me an excuse but I didn't want to lose the key to my newest fantasy.
It would not be difficult to infiltrate her home. We had been introduced and I could simply ask her for a tour of the town. She was the only person who had spoken to me since my arrival. I had received some lustful looks from the high school students, but not even the most confident girl had approached me.
It was not difficult to locate her in the town. She was sitting quietly at a table in the Mystic Grill. Her hair was cascading down, over her shoulder dusting her arms. I was struck once again by her simple radiance. Before I realized what was happening I was standing before her. She was so immersed in her book that I just watched her for a few moments.
"Good afternoon Miss Elena." She seemed startled as she glanced up from her book. Her heart began to beat furiously. I loved her quick reactions to my mere presence. I had never noticed a human's response to occur so quickly. It was a curious occurrence.
"Hello Damon." Her voice was soft, her lips succulent.
"May I sit Elena?" She immediately began to clear the chair in front of her. As she moved her purse, she glanced up and blushed a stunning shade of pink.
"Please sit Damon. Were you looking for Stefan? He said something about his uncle earlier…" Her voice trailed off.
"No I was looking for you." She glanced up quickly clearly taken aback by my statement. Her blush deepened and she let out a soft gasp.
"Me? Why would you be looking for me?"
"You are the only one who has introduced themselves to me. I wandered around that campus for an hour and you were the only one who talked to me. Granted you fell right into my open arms, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. "
"Oh. I'm sorry about that. I was completely startled. I'm usually not that clumsy."
"I liked you were so clumsy as to tumble into me. It's been a while since a beautiful woman stumbled into my arms. I quite liked the introduction." I smiled at her seductively and I heard a soft gulp emerge from her mouth. "Would you be willing to give me a tour of the town?"
"Why don't you ask Stefan? I'm sure as your brother he'll know just what to show you."
"I would much prefer your enchanting company than that of my brother."
"Well I suppose I have some time." It took us only a few moments before we were outside in the cool air. She showed me all the local stores, hangouts, and every mundane building in the town. Mystic Falls had not changed so much in 150 years. The names of the buildings changed but all the standards were still there. Throughout the walk, she talked about school, her aunt and brother, and her life in general. She was incredibly vocal and I found myself laughing at her jokes.
She slowed suddenly and turned to face me. She glanced up at my face and then down at her shoes. "Well, uh….this is my house."
I tilted her chin up towards mine and I heard her pulse quicken. "It's very nice. The craftsmanship looks well thought out. Does it have an inside?" She laughed then, a twinkling laugh. She seemed pleased that I was trying to put her at ease.
"Would you like to come in Damon?" She seemed a little unsure of herself at this moment. I knew she had invited Stefan in after the return of her journal but she seemed nearly shy of inviting me in.
"Let's go inside Elena." I grasped her hand and led her to her own front door. "Won't you invite me inside?" She seemed to gain some confidence after seeing my desire to come in.
"Come in Damon." That one statement pleased me immensely. I now had an all access pass to her home. I slowly stepped over the threshold, relishing in my newfound power. I realized her hand was still in mine, grasping lightly. I slid my thumb over hers and rubbed her hand in slow, seductive circles.
Her reaction was immediate; her heart-rate and her breathing increased. It was sinfully erotic to see my power over her. It was raw and honest. She could only deny her desires for so long.
I pulled her closer, noting with satisfaction that she didn't resist the pull. I folded my arms around her. "Your house is lovely Elena." My hands traced slow circles up and down her back, as her head rested against my shoulder.
"Damon, what are you doing?" She tilted her head up to look at me, licking her lips unconsciously. I began to close the gap between our mouths. Her eyes closed as she leaned in to seal our new relationship with a kiss.
Then I smelled it. I swiftly changed my course, my lips finding her ear and suckling the skin there. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"As much as I would love to continue this Elena, we are about to be interrupted," I whispered into her ear.
"What?" Her voice betrayed her desire as she pushed herself deeper into my embrace.
"Stefan is about to knock sweetheart."
Sorry for the cliffhanger. Next chapter will feature Stefan and Damon fighting out Damon's sudden appearance. Don't worry all, Damon will eventually get that kiss (as well as his other desires).
