Damon watched as the red haired girl walked into her home the first night she had been home after the incident. Her red curls were brushed and straightened out so that her fine hair fell to the middle of her back. She had heeled nicely, only several scratches on her dainty body. He hadn't meant to see her again, but he had been drawn to her sweet strawberry sent. Now he found himself balancing secretly in a large oak tree opposite her house. He couldn't help but watch as she shuffled at human speed into her family sized home. Frowning, he strained his mind to stretch to her, to get inside her thoughts.

Kitchen...Ice-cream...Lock front door...Check back door locked...

Her train of thought was a typical boring humans', and yet Damon could have listened to her minds voice for hours. He couldn't work out why he was so drawn to her, and not knowing things made him feel angry. Growling furiously, he leapt from the tree and landed silently on the damp grass. Slinking into the trees, he looked over his shoulder one last time at the dark silhouette of her house.

It was a cold night, and Bonnie found herself glancing uneasily over her shoulder as she made her way home from the hospital. Her Mum, in step beside her, held her belongings in a purple bag, and she was only allowed to carry her own handbag. It had been a week since she'd been put in the hospital by a dangerous, and potentially fatal, animal attack. Her Mum had no car, and Bonnie had insisted that getting back into the normality of walking would be good for her. Most of her bruises and gashes had gone now, leaving nothing but faint scars if anything. Her case had been ruled as an animal attack, and yet she still felt watched and in danger as she strolled down the darkening street. Something about the faint slanting rain, the silver sliver of moon and the stretch of practically abandoned road which played at her memory. Something from a dream... or a dream of a dream, was nagging at the back of her mind as if something was trying to push through into her memory. Shaking the scary feeling of being followed from her head, she smiled at her Mum and unintentionally quickened her pace.

When she closed the front door, relief swept through her and she ran up the stairs, taking them three at a time. It felt so nice to be home, and to see her room. Falling heavily onto her bed, she laughed aloud and relished in the cosiness of her home smelling covers. After what seemed like hours, she sat up and went to the window. Bonnie almost had a heart attack when she saw what she believed to be a person in the tree on the opposite side of the road. She blinked heavily and when she looked again, whoever it was had gone. Laughing at her jumpiness, she made sure that the window was bolted and drew the flowery curtains, before sliding into her comfortable pyjamas...

She smelt leaves and bark, and felt fresh earth beneath her bare feet. Walking slowly, she saw the large oak tree up ahead. A pale figure dressed in all black leaned against the trunk casually, a smirk on his face. His eyes were as black as coal and his lips an icy blue colour. As she walked closer to him, a feeling of familiarity seeped through her skin and overwhelmed her body. She smiled, and he smiled in return. When she was right in front of him, he slinked away from the tree and put an ice cold hand on her cheek.

"I know you?" she said, confused.

"Do you? This is only a dream, I must have seen you here before," he replied, his voice rolling off his tongue like silk. His eyes were all she could see now, but she refused to leave her dream land with only his eyes as her memory. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth again.

"I've seen you somewhere before... You..." she pushed at her brain, but no words of pictures would allow themselves to be found. She closed her eyes and tried so hard to think, but she could feel his hand holding her cheek. She leant into him, and smelt his musky scent.

"Maybe we'll meet again?" he sighed finally, and she opened her eyes. The edges of her vision were already blurring and she could feel everything sliding between her fingers. Her hold on the beautiful boy was beginning to weaken, and her head was swimming.

"What's your name?" she demanded.

"When we meet again, I hope it won't be in your dreams," he smiled, his voice barely audible over the trill sound of bleeping, echoing around the trees.

"I need your name..." she asked again, consciousness threatening to take over.

"My name's Damon." He said simply. And then everything disappeared.

*Hope this chapter is okay, I know things are moving too slowly, but I'm trying to get everything in there so it isn't too confusing. Pleeeaaaseee keep reviewing so I know what you guys think, and so I know if it's any good :)*