Soo..this is a longer chapter than usual but I like you guys with like it...enjoy :D And as always, I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

Chapter 7: Prom

The night of the prom finally arrived and Caroline was picking me up in fifteen minutes. Felicity had taken me shopping for a dress the other day and I had dithered about for a decade trying to decide which one I liked the best. In the end, I picked a long dark red number. It was strapless and the red of the corset was designed with small layers of black lace. The skirt part of the dress also had a few layers of black net over the top. Felicity had plaited two parts of the 'thing' and joined them at the back of it with a hair grip. On my feet, I had put on some black ballet pumps. The finishing touches consisted of a red ribbon around my left wrist, dangly, black earrings and a silver chain necklace with a red jewel.

There was a knock at the door and I opened it to find Caroline looking stunning in her own prom dress. Obviously not the dress I would have chosen but that's just me.

She was wearing a pale pink prom dress that had a sparkly silver edge around the bust of the corset. The corset was ruffled slightly and she was wearing silver high-heels. To top it off, she wore a silver tiara on her head and many silver accessories.

We hopped into her car, high on excitement, and made our way to the prom.

When we arrived, we were greeted by the gang, who also looked like they were high on the excitement of it all. Elena was in a pale green dress whilst Bonnie was in a pale blue number. Matt and Stefan both looked very gentleman-like in their tux's.

I had a overwhelming urge to giggle at that moment for some reason.

Caroline meet up with her date, some guy called Tyler, and went inside to dance with him. The rest of us followed, rolling our eyes.

Inside, the school had been totally transformed. It looked like a fairy grotto - there was balloons everywhere. It looked like Felicity had some sort of role in decorating the place. There were a few tables scattered about the side of the main hall where the main event was taking place and a table covered in snacks and drinks was near the back of the large room. Beams of different coloured light were dancing around the whole of the hall, reflected from a huge, sparkling disco ball.

Then, out of the blue, everybody gathered in the centre of the hall to dance to a popular song that the DJ up at the front had just put on. The gang and I instantly ran into the crowd and started dancing like crazy.

I spotted Caroline near the front, dancing with Tyler (well, when I say dancing I mean that type of dancing that people do when they don't want to look stupid, e.g. just moving their arms and legs from time to time and clapping their hands very once in a while) and trying to flirt with the unsuspecting (and unlucky) DJ at the same time.

I had a bit of a boogie with Matt and Elena when Bonnie and Stefan went for drinks. It was to a Paramore song and involved quite a bit of hair shaking. After that, we had a bit of a sit down and talked and laughed about random things - one of the topics being about how drunk one of the teacher's was getting. But then the mad dancing started again! A full blown dance contest broke out and the hall split into two sides, crazy dance moves being performed by people I'd never seen before - doing in tux's and prom dresses, it was a hoot I tell you. When the dance contest was over and our team had shimmied the path to victory, I was pooped. I was starting to go dizzy; prom dresses swirling around in masses of coloured blurs that I couldn't keep up with and the streaks of light blinding me when they caught my eyes at awkward angles. A slow song came on so Elena and Stefan, Bonnie and Matt and Caroline and Tyler all stepped out onto the dance floor. I seized the opportunity to go outside and get some fresh air.

I ambled outside and went around the corner of the building in hope of finding a place that wasn't inhabited by hormonal teenagers having make out sessions. Unfortunately, the only way I would get a chance to be on my own and relax in the peace and quiet…was further into the trees. I started to feel the warning signs of a headache coming on so I took the chance and began to tread carefully into the woods.

The dim light of the elegant moon shone down on the trees above me and leaked through the branches to cast a weak glow which scarcely illuminated the overgrown path I was walking along. The long grass tickled the tops of my feet and the light breeze streamed around my ankles and flowed through my fingers, calming me, even though it was dark. I came to an attractive little clearing, surrounded by the quickly wilting trees who's leaves separated from their branches and floated on the air gently before silently meeting the ground. I wandered over to the centre of the clearing and sat, soundlessly onto the soft grass - my headache now long forgotten.

There was a slight rustle in the trees to my right and with a gasp I rose to my feet. Peering through the shadows of the trees I began to make out a figure in the darkness. It was slowly coming closer…coming into the clearing. Average height if not a bit tall - I was trying to memorise the intruder when I suddenly felt familiar with this figure, as if I had seen them before. They paced closer. The strong jaw line, the translucent skin, the misty blue and grey eyes…Damon.

The sigh of relief I was waiting for, didn't come. He stopped to lean on a close by tree, staring right at me. I fidgeted with my hands.

"Damon…what are you doing out here?" My voice wavered a little. He grinned.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Just then, due to my fidgeting, the red ribbon I had so carefully wound around my wrist came loose and fluttered along in the wind. It passed by Damon, who swiftly caught hold of it between his index finger and thumb and began to walk towards me. For some reason, my breathing increased.

When he was stood close enough, he took hold of my left arm and turned it over, revealing the tattoo on my wrist. I pulled it away from him and looked down, ashamed that somebody had found out about it. My chin was suddenly gently eased upwards with the cold touch of his finger, and I was forced to stare straight into his knowing eyes. He lifted his hand up to stroke my face, then, moving his hand further back onto my head, he tugged at the hair there. The wig slowly slipped off and he let it fall to the ground. I felt my real hair gradually unfurl and fall down around my shoulders and mid-back, swaying in the breeze. I could see the fiery red reflected in his vivid, brilliant eyes. He played with it, curling strands around his fingers and watching it loosen and unravel back to it's original shape.

One of his arms snaked around my waist, pulling us closer so that we were almost touching, and his hand took my own.

The soft, sweet melody of a song echoed around us in the clearing, coming from the prom that was a little way into the distance. Then, we danced - the tress and plants all waved around in unison in the wind, waltzing with us until the whole area was alive with the music. Obviously I was going insane. I mean, when, ever, would I dance with him if I wasn't somehow mentally unstable?

I laughed as we twirled around and let my head loll backwards to feel the wind brushing through my hair.

When I returned my gaze to his, my heart skipped a few beats. It seemed unlikely but I was sure that just for a second, Damon's eyes had been fully black and dark veins descended down his cheek bones in sinister lines. But as soon as I had blinked, they were gone. Without realising, I had stopped dancing and we were stood still on the grass. I jumped out of his hold and took a few steps backwards. Damon's expression was disappointed, then he seemed brighten up a bit.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Your eyes…"

"Yes?"

"They, they were black."

He chuckled lightly.

"You're the girl out of that band aren't you?"

"N-no…I'm always being told I look like her though." I held my head up and tried to look confident.

He put his hand on his chin in thought. "Oh, what's her name again…Danielle? Daphne?"

Not thinking, I blurted out, "Danger. Danger-Lee."

"That's the one." he grinned. "That's who you are."

"Me? No I-" I began, but I was interrupted.

"I do watch the TV you know, and I never forget a face. You're her."

I sighed in defeat. There was no shutting him up was there? He just had to be nosey.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone." His was wearing his stupid smug grin again.

"And how do I know you're not going to tell anyone?" I retorted, my hands on my hips.

"You don't."

I snatched the 'thing' up from the floor and stormed off towards the school.

"You'd better not tell anybody!" I yelled, "There'll be dire consequences!"