A/N: I'd like to say a huge thank you to everyone who put this story in their favourites/alerts, and a huge thank you to prettygal456, DarkAngel1864, Sonny13, aussie jemma and britt4565 for your wonderful reviews, they really light up my day!

Just to answer a few questions, DarkAngel1864 yes this is where Elena asks Stefan the same question Brooke asks Damon, but obviously since this story isn't about those two you won't be seeing much of them but more of Brooke's reaction. And aussie jemma, you'll just have to wait and see ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.


Brooke's pov:

"Wouldn't you like to know." He winked at me as he smirked while I remained motionless, standing there with my hand over my heart, trying to work out why my head was spinning so fast. It's cause he's a... I don't even want to think about the word.

"Wha... What are... you?" My voice trembled and my body began to shake. However, my frightened stance didn't cause his smirk to falter. No, if anything it grew even larger, almost taking over his entire face. Despite how much I wanted to move or run somewhere, anywhere other than here, I just couldn't; I felt paralysed. What's the cause? I can name a few: Shock, trepidation, terror, fright, fear, panic... The list is endless.

"Well, you clearly already know the answer to that, otherwise your heart wouldn't be racing at the speed of light, and your blood wouldn't be pumping so fast." It barely even registered in my mind that he'd just said that he could hear the sound of my heart beating and my blood pumping, because my mind still refused to believe that he was...

A vampire.

No. Absolutely not.

"What are you?" I repeated as my voice became harder and stronger. I swallowed deeply, trying to calm myself down as much as I could. But I just didn't know how. I keep saying that there must be some normal explanation for all of this. That Damon's just your run of the mill physcopath, who is a sick and disturbed person that needs some serious help mentally.

But every sign was pointing towards something that I didn't want to believe, but I know that inevitably, was the truth. I can deny it all I want, but the evidence is there. It all points to a species that was meant to be fictional, a story little kids got told on halloween to scare them to death, and a story that weirdly evolved into teenage romance novels and films.

Vampires.

"Brooklyn, some secrets are best left unheard. After all, that's why they're called secrets. And you, little girl, are getting in too deep for your own good. Soon enough, you won't be able to pull yourself out of the early grave you're digging." Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he continued to avoid my question, and I was getting very frustrated. Curling my hand into a fist it took every fibre of my being to stop myself from launching it straight at his smug face.

"Who knows? You've already dug your grave, maybe tonight you'll lie in it." Unable to listen to his taunts anymore, I lost it. Without thinking rationally about what I was doing, my fist soared through the air and before it could make contact with his conceited features, his own grabbed mine at lightening speed and he used it to pull me up against his chest. There wasn't an ounce of space between us, and I whimpered as he tightened his hold on my wrist. If I tried to move, I knew he wouldn't hesitate in snapping it like a twig.

"My my Brooke, that was extremely rude of you." Damon's free hand levitated in the air, and his fingertips lightly trailed across my cheek. I involuntarily closed my eyes as his touch left a path of fire that burned through my skin, warming up my insides. My eyes flew open and I cursed at myself internally. You should't be enjoying this! He's disgusting, disturbing and sick!

"Answer my question!" I screamed desperately. Even though I knew the answer, I had to hear it come from him. Only then would I truly believe it. Suddenly, his grip on my wrist disappeared but we were still stood in the same positions, neither of us moving.

"You know, I've never really been a man of words. Actions always speak louder." My eyes narrowed as I tried to understand what he was saying. The cocky smirk still remained on his lips, but his eyes now possessed an evilness that I wasn't prepared for.

And I wasn't prepared for what happened next either.

His skin turned deathly pale. His eyes became pitch black. Red and purple veins appeared underneath his eyes, but most importantly, his teeth elongated into... fangs.

He'd transformed into some kind of demon. Damon the demon. Any other time I probably would have laughed at the irony. But not today. He's a monster. No. He's a vampire. How can I deny the truth when it's standing right in front of me?

I felt as if everything that I'd ever known was fake. None of it felt real. All these years that I'd treated my father terribly, and he'd been the only one to ever tell me the truth. He never lied to me. And then another thought hit me. Did my mother know too? I... I can't handle this!

My vision began to blur as the light around me started to fade. Damon's face returning to normal was the last thing I saw before my vision faded to black, and my body lost all of its energy. The last thing I was aware off was a pair of muscular arms catching me and lifting me off the ground, before I finally succumbed to the darkness that was calling out to me.


Damon's pov:

Well, I wasn't expecting that reaction.

Staring at the girl who had collapsed in my arms and passed out, I cocked an eyebrow.

Yep. I can't say that's ever happened before. Miss Brooklyn here is one of a kind. I chuckled.

So, what am I going to do with you? A few things come to mind. Some more tempting than others. I inhaled deeply through my nose; her blood does smell exquisite. My teeth protruded at the thought of what it must taste like, probably luxurious and delicious. No, definitely.

However, it looks like I wont be finding out. Not today at least. You see, Stefan being the saint he is, refuses to get off his high horse and give me my daylight ring. All because I killed Zach. He asked for it.

Fortunately, my dear little brother has informed me that he will get it back from wherever the fuck he put it, and will return it to me. But, if I tap a vein from Brooke, I doubt I'll ever see it ever again. Besides, I've already had my fill from all of those stoners earlier.

Speaking off those stoners, one's at home right now. She just doesn't want to die, does she? Maneuvering the woman that was currently laying in my arms, a huge grin presented itself on my face. Looks like we have another guest ready to join the party.


Brooke's pov:

Where am I? And what the hell happened last night?

Those were the first two thoughts that drifted into my head as I awoke. Dazedly sweeping my eyes around the room - or rather bedroom - I tried to remember what was happening. Not that I was having much success, I could barely remember my own name.

I was lying in a gigantic bed that donned black silk covers. There was a dark wooden oak flooring that matched the pannles on the walls, shelves filled with books all around the room, and lastly I noticed some light peaking through the window that was mostly blocked by long, cream curtains. It looked magnificent. Whilst the bedroom was tainted with dark colours, I found myself actually preferring it to my own room. There was something about this room that captured my attention, the old fashioned style was truly beautiful. It smelt really good too.

Wait. That smell is familiar. It smells like...

Damon.

Last night's memories hit me like a tidal wave, but that wasn't all that frightened me.

I wasn't alone.

Damon was on my left side, out like a light. His chest was falling up and down in a calm rhythm, and I noticed that he wasn't completely clothed, as the upper half of his body was on display. From what I can see... he definitely has an incredible body. He wasn't overly built like a body builder, but he was still very muscular and a little on the lean side. There are no words to describe how perfect he looks. God comes to mind.

My hand then flew to my lips to muffle the sound of my scream. He's a vampire. A monster. A demon, and God knows what else.

Cautiously, my hand slowly trailed down my neck and I held in a breath nervously. What if he bit me? No, please no! I started to panic at the thought. Last night when I'd seen his... face, being the stupid idiot I am, I fainted at the sight. How could you put yourself in danger like that! You foolish little girl! I sighed loudly in relief and smiled as from what I could tell, no bite mark was present. My eyes shot to his form again.

I need to get out of here. Now.

Stifling my breath, my hand reached out to slowly slide the covers off of my body, as my eyes stayed glued to Damon to make sure he wasn't awake. I creeped out of the side of the bed, feeling a little more confident. I'm almost free. I was only steps away from the door, and my pace began to increase. Just a few more steps, three, two-

Creak.

I let out a startled gasp and my head swung around to check if Damon had awoken. But he wasn't even there. My hand reached up to cover my pounding heart, just like it had last night. Where is he? My body tightened up as I felt cool breath being blown on the side of my neck.

He's behind me.

"So, are we just gonna stand here all day, or are you going to say something Brooklyn?" I could barely contain myself. I wanted to lash out and hurt him in some way, but I was painfully aware that he could... Kill me. Easily.

"How... did you move so fast?" My whisper was barely audiable, but I wouldn't be surprised if he heard it. God knows what kind of powers he must have. I felt his fingers brush away a few strands of hair covering my neck, and I could also feel the bile rising in my throat. Please don't.

"Here's the 101 on vampires, sweetcheeks. Just the basics. I'm sure that if I told you all of them, you'd faint into my arms, again" I could picture him smirking behind my back and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Hearing him say the word 'vampire' made this nightmare even more real.

"We have super speed, super strength, super hearing and blah blah blah. We're immortal, and we have a form of mind control called compulsion where we can make humans do anything we want." He fingered the clasp of my necklace as I shivered at the information he'd just given me. Nothing to do with how he was softly caressing my skin. Not at all.

"What do you mean by... Anything you want?" He chuckled.

"Anything. Don't worry, I've not done it to you, you're 'protected'." He moved to stand in front of me, speaking sarcastically towards the end of his sentence. My features flushed as I realised he was still shirtless. It didn't take Damon long to notice me staring at his sculptered body.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Embarressed, I tore my eyes away from him, deciding to ask him another question. The more I understand about him, the more of an advantage I'm at.

"What do you mean by protected?" My once hesitant voice began to grow stronger.

"Let me guess, next you'll be asking me how to kill a vampire. Well Brooklyn, you're not going to get those kind of answers from me, I'm not that stupid."

"Tell me. You said you'd give me the 101 on vampir-" I let out a small scream as I felt myself fly through the air and my back connect with the door to his bedroom roughly. A groan escaped my lips and a hand wrapped itself around my throat, forcing me to lift my eyes up to meet his.

"You're getting a little too confident for my liking. Stop thinking you can order me around, because if you didn't already notice, I'm the vampire in this situation, and you're the weak little human who I could kill with the click of my fingers. It's that easy. You should know better than to think you're stronger than me in anyform. Strength wise, speed wise or verbally, because I'll let you in on a secret: You will lose." He spat venomously and I felt pools of tears develop in my eyes at his admission. I know that he is, and I don't care. I just want to go home!

"Please. Please, just let me go. I promise that I won't tell anybody." I closed my eyes in a feeble attempt to stop the droplets of water from cascading down my cheeks.

"Hmm. Not yet. I'm having way too much fun with this." He released his death grip on me and pulled out his phone, motioning for me to follow him. I obeyed his orders, swallowing loudly as a tear slipped through my barriers and rolled down my cheek.

"Where are you Stefan? I'm trapped, at the house and I'm really bored and impatient, and I don't do bored and impatient. Bring me my ring, or trust me, heads will roll." He looked directly at me as he threatened both me and his brother, and I had to stop myself from turning the water works back on. I just want to go home.

"Dammit! Don't get blood on the couch!" He rolled his eyes and I turned around, only to see Vickie laying there with her eyes closed, holding a blood stained cloth to her neck. I gasped and shot over to her as fast as I could.

"What did you do to her?" He merely raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes again.

"Had a snack. What? I was hungry." He said, smirking in satsfaction. I curled my lips up in disgust and pulled back the cloth, my mind not fully prepared for the sight. This... I was not prepared for.

"I got you good, didn't I?" Damon murmered, but I barely payed attention to it.

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Next door on your left. Why?" I didn't listen to the rest of his sentence, because I was out of the door and in the bathroom, the bile finally making its way up my throat and out of my mouth. My entire stomach was emptied, and I was left with the most disgusting after taste. I've always hated being sick, but then again, I can't imagine anyone enjoying it. Except Damon. I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

I don't care what he says, I'm going home. Now.

Rising up from my place on the floor, I cringed at the sight in the toilet, flushed it, and ran like hell. I was almost there, almost at the door and I prayed to God that he'd just let me go. My prayers weren't answered. This time I was slightly more prepared for the impact as my body hit the wall, but thankfully, I collided with it softer than the last time.

"And just where do you plan on going, Brooke?" This time I didn't try to reign in the tears. They fell freely down my face, and I desperately searched Damon's eyes for something, anything that resembled human emotion. Surely he could feel some sympathy, some guilt for how he was making me feel. I saw him lean back slightly away from my face, but his grip on my arms didn't loosen.

"Please. You're scaring me." I begged desperately. His expression remained blank, and he leaned closer to me, his nose finding its way to the pulse point on my neck. He ran it along my skin languidly, leaving a pathway of fire in its wake. How can he be so infuriating? Frightening me in one moment, and thrilling me the next? He moved backwards and raised my hand, doing his signature parting. His kiss was soothing, yet magnetising and electrifying at the same time. The familiar spark flooded through me, but I didn't want to bask in it. Not this time. Not when I know what he is. His lips were lingering. Those lips. So soft, so sweet... but they've killed. They're stained with blood, and nothing will ever change that.

"It would be a good idea if you didn't go around the town blabbering about vampires, Brooklyn." He spoke monotonously, but the warning was there in his eyes. I nodded, slipped past him as fast as I could, dashed out of the door and didn't look back.

I'm free.


Damon's pov:

"Oh man! That shower was so great!" Vicki said as she traipsed down the stairs and I rolled my eyes. I'm already regretting giving her my blood. How can one girl talk so much? She's almost worse than Caroline, and that's saying something.

"Wait, what did you give me? My bite mark's gone." She observed as I leaned against the doorway.

"Some blood. You loved it." I wasn't even paying attention to what I was saying anymore. A certain human was consuming all of my thoughts. Earlier, for a moment, one tiny moment, I felt... remorseful. Guilty. Brooke was stood there, crying, and I felt something tug at my heart-strings. My dead heart. Why did I feel like that? Then, it hit me. I'm turning into Stefan, starting to care about peoples feelings. No. This has to stop, right now.

"Really? That's fucked up... Wait. What am I doing here? How did I even get here?"

"We met in the woods, I killed every single one of your friends, tried to kill you but for some reason your heart just wouldn't stop beating, and now because I'm stuck with you and there's nothing else left to do we're going to party until the sun goes down." She fell completely under my compulsion, and a smirk lit up her face.

"Okay! But first, can I have another hit? That blood was so good." I smirked. Once a druggie, always a druggie. Or well, it is in her case.

"Only if I can." She jumped up and down squealing like a little girl before throwing her wrist at me. At least she'll be more fun than Brooke. And at least I won't have to feel bad.


After hours of drinking and dancing, the two of us decided to destroy Stefan's bedroom. It was fun for a while, until I noticed a picture of Katherine resting on Stefan's desk. She looked exactly like I remembered. Beautiful beyond belief, as always...

"Damon, stop!" Her infectious giggle just fueled my happiness, and I couldn't resist the temptation. My lips sucked sweetly on a place on her luxurious neck, and I smiled as she sighed contently. It was her favourite place to be kissed. Suddenly, I found myself on my back with her hovering over me, her fangs bared in my face as she smirked. My eyes widened, but I forced myself not to make it known to her. She truly is beautiful. But I cannot deny that in this form, she isn't the sweet angel I've grown to love.

"Watch it Damon, we wouldn't want your brother to hear would we? Because then, these encounters would have to stop." I nodded, albeit slightly reluctantly. Stefan, the golden boy. Always the first choice. Katherine obviously noticed my jealousy.

"Green isn't your best colour, Damon." She kissed my cheek and laughed when I turned my face to capture her lips with my own. I felt her purr vibrate againt my lips, and I moaned when her hand reached downwards to stroke my shaft; she giggled again.

"Damon. My sweet, innocent Damon. I cannot wait to show you the real world. One day you and Stefan will join me, and we'll be together. Forever." I frowned slightly at the mention of my brother. Couldn't he find another woman? But I wouldn't voice my distress. Anything Katherine wants, I'll give to her.

"Forever will never be long enough. But it's a start." Her face beamed at my declaration, and she leaned down once again.

"Ready for another round, lover?"

"Damon, are you listening to me?" I was brought out of my memory by Vicki's voice, and I clicked my jaw.

"Yes, your life is pathetic, I know." She threw her arms around my neck and I reluctantly wrapped mine around her waist as we swayed to a slow song. She was alright before, but now she's really ticking me off. So, what shall I do with her? Hmm. How about I kill two birds with one stone?

"I know! My life is horrible, it's easy for Matt. Everybody loves him, and he's going to get a football scholarship and then probably marry Elena. They'll have a white picket fence and gorgeous children, but when I think of my future there's nothing there." She started to cry as she pulled away from me, mascara all over her face and call me shallow, but it wasn't attractive in the slightest.

"You are so fucked up, you know that right? Then again, I can't really talk." She nodded and I lifted my hand to cup her cheek.

"Nobody loves you and you have no self esteem whatsoever." She looked slightly hurt at my words (as I'd intended) but she nodded in agreement once again.

"Well, don't worry. Doctor Damon knows what can help you." I rested my forehead against hers.

"What's that?" I pulled back.

"Death." I snapped her neck before she could even blink and watched as she dropped to the floor. Not only have I quietened her down for an hour or so, but it'll also piss off Stefan. Oh well. I told him heads would roll.


A/N: I've started to work on the next chapter already, so stay tuned for more updates! :)

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