A/N: Hello, people!

This chapter is dedicated to Dafuque for being the 50th reviewer. Thank you!

I don't own Twilight or Vampire Diaries.

This chapter was beta'd by flamingpen18.

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THIRD POV

Bella sat at her desk, typing furiously on her laptop. She'd been hit with a burst of inspiration and couldn't let the opportunity be passed up. She'd been sitting at the desk for seven hours and had managed to type over thirty thousand words toward the sequel of My Lovely Vampire. So far, she was fourteen chapters in, with over seven hundred and fifty thousand words typed. She had yet to eat anything for fear that, if she moved, her muse would disappear, and she couldn't let that happen.

The doorbell rang, and she couldn't move to get it. So she just shouted, "Come in. It's open!" If it was someone coming to kill her, well then, she'd die. It was that simple.

Surprisingly, it wasn't anyone coming to take her away or kill her in a horrific way. It was Damon. She knew this because of the sound his boots made and the scent that filled the room. Damon was partial to musky scents, and Bella had gotten used to him easily.

"Well, hello, beautiful," he purred.

Without looking up from her rapid typing, Bella nodded and muttered, "Hi, Damon."

He sat beside her at the table and leaned forward to read what she was typing. "For your book?" he asked, curious.

She nodded briefly and continued as she was. Bella froze for a second and turned to the notebook on the table. She picked up a pen and began writing equations down. When she finally had her answer, she resumed her typing and sighed in relief when the plot had been fixed.

Damon watched as she went about her business. Others would be terribly bored, just sitting there doing nothing, but he actually found her dedication to be fascinating. There was also the fact that she was typing flawlessly without any mistakes, and her grammar was perfect. Just another thing to add to the list of things she was perfect at.

She was beautiful, intelligent, a great cook, a good writer, an English major(very good at what she did), financially successful, and kind on top of it all. It was rare to find a human with just a few of those traits, but Bella had all of them. Damon would admit to himself at least that he liked her a little more than he should. There was just something about her, and it had nothing to do with her being aware of the supernatural.

Her scent was delicious, and her beauty was astounding. He loved her voice and the expressions that would overcome her whenever she perceived his flirting as ridiculous. She was so blunt, like a blade, ready to cut anyone down. She didn't make it a habit to lie has only ever lied about her book and her ex. She was completely truthful about everything else.

Then, there was the fact that Damon couldn't compel her. That made her mostly unaffected by his charms. She was attracted to him. She had even admitted it in her diary. But she wasn't really doing anything about it.

He had even given her ample opportunity to act on her interest, but she didn't take it. She was reserved and proper, exceedingly so. Even though she was old enough, she obviously wasn't interested in the carnal side of a relationship, though he was ready to admit that he was. He even wished that she was, but Bella wasn't the kind to only want a quickie. She'd be looking for long term, and her previous relationship wasn't helping her confidence. So she'd need to be sure that her partner was faithful and true in their feelings.

The problem was that, even though Damon was interested, he wasn't sure if he could do such a commitment. After Katherine and Elena, he wasn't sure he could handle that just yet. But he didn't want to use Bella.

The thought struck him as odd. He truly didn't want to hurt Bella. She'd been through enough because of that Edward idiot, and Damon didn't feel that she deserved any more pain.

Damon sat beside Bella for three hours, just watching her type and listening to the sound of her fingers tapping the keys. She was in her element, and he wondered how long she had been sitting there. He took note of her messy hair and the fact that she was still in her pajamas meant that she'd probably been doing this since she awoke that morning. It was now six in the evening.

Bella gave a long sigh and sat back in her chair. She looked up at the clock on the wall and laughed lightly. "I've been here for ten hours."

His jaw dropped. "Did you eat before you started?"

She shook her head, and her stomach growled. "Nope, but I'm hungry now," she sighed, moving to get up.

Damon was gifted with a nice view of her twisting and bending to rid herself of the stiffness of sitting in the same position for so long. Bella seemed to be extremely limber and it was sight that he very much appreciated. The little bit of her flat stomach peeking out from beneath her large nightshirt, was taunting him. Her pajama pants were baggy and hung loosely on her hips. He would bet all the money in his wallet that she wasn't wearing panties, but with Bella, he wasn't brave enough to see if he was correct.

She moved off toward the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

Damon nodded, not trusting himself to answer aloud lest he say something would get him kicked out of her house.

Bella rummaged through her fridge and settled on quick steak quesadillas. With some simple chopping and frying, she'd be eating within ten minutes.

"I'm sorry about keeping you sitting there for so long. I just get into these fits where I have to get it all out,or else I'll forget everything," she told him while preparing the meat.

He shrugged, "It's okay. I found it fascinating, watching you type away."

She sent him a weird look but looked away, figuring that she'd never understand.

"You're an odd one, Damon."

ELSEWHERE THIRD POV

Aro, Caius, and Marcus stood outside the house that once housed the Olympic coven. The scents were old and almost were so thin that they would never be able to place where exactly they went.

Aro had talked to the chief of police, who happened to be their targets father. He knew nothing of vampires, which meant that the girl hadn't said anything. None of the people they encountered knew of vampires, which showed that the girl knew how to keep a secret. According to Chief Swan, Isabella had moved to Mystic Falls, Virginia after graduating early from Roanoke College in Salem. She'd only been there a few months, apparently, when she decided to take a special test to allow her to either skip or graduate.

Her SAT score was a perfect 2400, and her ACT score was 35, just shy of the highest number one could get. This demonstrated Isabella's intelligence. She passed the graduation exam without a problem and became an author immediately after school, probably writing during the school year.

Her vampires were a mixture of the two different kinds of vampire out there. She had met the Cullens, but probably didn't know of the other vampires and just thought she was making everything up. But she was using her knowledge in a way that could expose everything.

Because she was considered a ward of the Cullens, Isabella would be punished for their actions in not changing her. Unless she proved she was valuable to the Volturi in some way, she'd die.

If she somehow came into contact with a Warm One and gained protection from one, she wouldn't live when they got their hands on her. The Volturi ruled the Cold Ones, but the Warm Ones were of a different breed, one could say. They weren't the same, and therefore, weren't under the Volturi's rule. But what were the chances of the girl running into a Warm One?

MYSTIC FALLS THIRD POV

Damon stood in Bella's bedroom, watching as she slept. He couldn't even hear her breathing, but the rising and falling of her chest and the beating of her heart told him that she was alive.

She was wearing only a small tank top and panties to bed. This he knew because she had kicked off her covers and was arranged in such a way that her shirt was pulled up around her ribs. She was so pale that she could be mistaken for a vampire.

The thought of changing her made him tingle. The thought of doing anything with her excited him.

His eyes zeroed in on the slender neck that was bared so beautifully in the moonlight. Silently, he cursed the moon for shining through her curtains so brightly, tempting him with something he knew he couldn't have yet.

Or, maybe he could. She wouldn't know. He could make sure of it. The want filled him immediately. He needed to have her blood. He felt his fangs descend, and his eyesight sharpen. He took a deep breath and shuddered as her scent rolled over him. Delicious.

He placed a knee on her bed and leaned over her, caging her unsuspecting body between his limbs. The position would've been so much better if they weren't clothed. Well, this was as good as he'd get, and he'd take it gladly.

Damon trailed his fingers over her cheek, across her jaw, and down her throat where her blood pulsed was an erotic rhythm if he ever heard one, whispering to him, calling him.

His fangs throbbed, and he finally gave in, leaning down to sink his fangs into that glorious pale flesh.

A/N: I finally updated! Sorry that it took so long.

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