Okay. Here's the deal. I'm working hard on getting the first chapter to the squeal finished but it's proving difficult with my laptop not working and my Netflix account not up and running.

I wanted to come on here and let you all know that there have been some delays but I'm working hard to get them fixed and get back on track. Not having a laptop is driving me insane. I feel deprived of writing and I hate it.

And I feel bad for having to make you all wait so long. It's not my intention believe me so I have spun something together on my kindle. A small snippet of what's to come in the relationship between Damon and Adele. It's my way of saying I'm so so sorry. I'll keep you all updated, I promise.

I hope you enjoy this small sneak peek at Damon and Adele's blooming relationship.

P.S: Not a huge fan of typing on a touch screen I've come to notice. :p

She's standing alone in the middle of town square. Upon taking a glance at her phone she finds the time to be a little after 12 am, the only light coming from the street lights around her. She takes a slow look around, her eyes landing on The Grill across the street which is bustling with activity.

She takes a small step in that direction thinking maybe she can find someone who can tell her what is going on.

"Adele." She spins on her heels, her eyes wide, expressing her surprise. Why is he here? What is he doing here? If he's here where are the others?

"Tony." She breaths out. With a a second glance she struck by how pale he looks, of course he's always been pale but he looks paler, his face completely drained of all color. His doe eyes are dim, weak and he stumbles forward falling to one knee as his hands are clenching at his abdomen. He pulls his hands away revealing to her his white t-shirt quickly staining with blood. She starts over to him, wanting to help him, to heal him.

Something thuds behind her and she whirls around in surprise which is quickly replaced by horror. "Damon!" He too is on one knee trying hard to push himself up into a standing position. She can't tell from so far away if he's bleeding as well but she can guess that he is as he clenches to his black t-shirt. "Adele." He chokes out and her eyes fill with tears, her fingers tangling into her blonde locks.

"I don't understand!" She yells out. "What's going on?" She squeezes her eyes shut forcing tears down her flushed cheeks.

"You've got to choose." Her eyes pop open at the sound of her subconscious. The voice sounding strangely like Jasmine. "You can't have them both. Too truly give yourself to one you must let go of the other."

"I can't!" She exclaims pulling at her hair in a show of frustration.

"You already have." Her eyes land on Tony who has quickly lost consciousness before they move over to Damon who is struggling to stay up. "It just up to you to realize it."

"I do." Her voice is nothing more then a whisper. "I do." She says louder as her feet begin to carry her over without her true acknowledgement. As his back hits the grass she drops down beside him her hands reaching to put pressure on his bleeding wound. His eyes open, a grin stretching across his face. "Adele."

She lifts a hand, tracing bloody fingers across his cheek as she sends a matching grin down to him. "Damon."

Her eyes spring open, her heart beating frantically against her rip cage as her eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness of the room.

"Mm." The arm wrapped loosely around her waist tightens pressing her bare back against a hard chest. "Your heart is racing. It's very distracting." His voice is rough, think with sleep.

"Sorry." She mumbles. "I had a...dream." She wanted to say bad, a bad dream but the dream hadn't actually been all that bad. It actually left her with a great deal of sudden relief.

He lets out a dramatic sigh shifting there positions in a way that she could feel him hovering slightly above her. "You seem to be having a lot of...dreams Kitten."

"I know." She sighs reaching up somewhat blindly to run her fingers over his lips. He hums in satisfaction, his eyes closing briefly. He has half a mind to ask her what it is she's been dreaming of as she cups the side of his neck pulling him down, her lips brushing against his cutting off whatever thought process he had. "I love you Damon."

A shudder runs through his body, his hand running along her bare thigh. "I'll never get tried of hearing you say that."

"Good." Her lips meet his softly in a kiss that leaves her tingling from head to toe as she pulls way. "Because I'm never going to stop saying it."