DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES!

You Know You Crave A Little

© Shari Gray 2010

Chapter 1

I can't imagine how the hell he does this shit. Gross. I swear to you, I have never had to pick so much trash out of something I wanted to eat in all my life. Well, not like I want to eat this stinky ass fox anyways, but I made a promise. I promised him that I wouldn't feed on humans in this town, and I really have no desire tonight to take a ride out into the city.

"Bleck." I say, looking over at Stefan, who doesn't seem to have a problem sucking down the warm blood of the nasty varmint.

"Get used to it, you made me a promise." He tells me.

I roll my eyes and wipe my mouth. "Yeah, yeah."

As we step back out into the open field, crammed with the commotion of the Bonfire, I sense the throbbing veins of all the young people with their hearts and hormones raging. Ah, desert?

"Not a chance, Damon." Stefan groans, as he walks past me and to that beautiful girlfriend of 'ours'. Stefan, being the good guy that he is, has no idea what the true meaning of the "ours" is. It's my little secret.

I growl and make my way to them, puckering and blowing her a kiss as I walk by. I know she is pretending he's me.

She shoots me a 'wish you were 'really' truly dead' look and turns away from me.

So much love.

"Damon." I hear the squeak of the annoying blonde behind me.

"Caroline." I grumble, before I even turn around.

"You didn't call me." She whines, "But, that's okay, you're here now." She reaches up as to kiss me and I turn away from her.

God, does she ever shut up? One hundred and some odd years and all those many women, and I swear she's the clingiest little brat I've met so far.

"Caroline." I sigh, "This, ya know, you and me…it's not gonna work." I mutter, "So sorry." Even though I'm not. The only thing I'm sorry for at this point is making that damn promise to Stefan.

She looks at me with sadness and I walk away. God, I can't stand those little needy chicks. Well, not unless I'm feeding on them for my own pleasure. Ha!

Elena slowly walks up behind me. Seriously? Does she really think I can't hear her? I turn to face her so quick, she jumps back.

She exhales and I laugh, knowing I just caused her heart to skip a few beats, and I still have my clothes on.

"Damon, did you just break up with Caroline." Elena squeaks nervously, apparently she was watching the whole conversation between Caroline and I.

"What?" I question. God, this girl seriously has no fear of what I am, or what I could do to her.

"Damnit, Damon. You're such an ass." She huffs and tries to turn away.

"Not so fast." I tell her, grabbing her shoulders. "Where's your 'boyfriend'?" I smirk, using air quotes to emphasize.

"MY BOYFRIEND is over there. Now, let me go." She huffs and points behind me.

"Oh no, not this time." As I look into her eyes, I can see that she knows. If she really pushes me, I will tell Stefan all about our little escapade from last night.

"Damon, please. You promised." she begs.

"I did no such thing. I never promised I wouldn't tell, I only promised that it would happen again!" I raise my eyebrow to her as I run my fingers up her arm, she knows it will most defiantly happen again. How could she resist the best sex she'd never have with my little brother?

"Damon." she whispers, her voice a little softer than before. Hmm that kind of sounded like a moan.

"Elena, tell me right now that you didn't enjoy every time I touched you. Or every time I kissed you." I lean in closer to her, placing one hand on her waist. "Tell me now, and I will let you go and never bother you about it again." I say, gently putting my mouth to her ear, and letting my lips press against the side of her neck. "Tell me, Elena. Tell me you don't want to feel me pressing against you, that you don't want to feel my tongue on your skin."

Her body shudders and I can sense that just the thought of us together is exciting her. "Just not now, Damon. Please." she says into my hair a little louder than she intended.

"Shh…he will hear you." I whisper as I get closer to her, putting my mouth on the throbbing vein in her neck, feeling the sharpness of my fangs through my lips "Elena, You know you crave a little."

She breathes deep, "Yes Damon, I do."

I feel my self shudder inside, knowing that I will have what belongs to Stefan, again, makes me happier than I think it should.

I slowly release her and turn just in time to see Stefan walk back toward us. I nod and walk past him, wondering back into the woods alone. He really has no idea, my poor pathetic little brother, love sucks.

So, you think I'm an ass, right? Yeah, they all do. But listen to my reasons, first of all, I'm over a hundred years old. Try living with that hanging over your head all the time. Damn! I'm supposed to feed off human blood, that's what we blood suckers do, but now, after that damned promise I have to eat roadkill. Seriously, this is the shit that's left over from what other animals didn't want.

Then there's Elena. You may think so, but she is not off limits to me. Stefan took what was mine many years ago, I'm just returning the favor.