-1WELCOME TO MY LIFE, IT SUCKS

"Um... Hannah...?" Nic said, a note of fear and awkwardness in her voice. "Open your eyes."

Slowly, she obeyed, her eyes focusing instantly on the beautiful (and very naked) man before her.

"Great Moon," she sighed, her gaze traveling lower.

His features were nearly perfect under a shock of dark, black hair- hypnotizing, midnight eyes, high cheekbones, full, sensual mouth. Just at the sight of his face, she wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. Her eyes made their way reflexively down his body, taking in lean, flat muscles and long legs. He had the body of an Adonis, and Gods, was he beautiful.

Her inspection only took a few seconds and when she reached his eyes again, they were dazed and confused.

"What-?" he began, but he was too weak.

His knees hit the ground, unable to hold himself up any longer. He let out a quiet groan, his hands clutching at tufts of grass.

"Damon!" Hannah knelt down in front of his, cupping his cool face in her hands.

He looked up at her, eyes dilated in bloodlust. His lips pulled back from his fangs in a savage animalistic snarl. She stroked his cheek gently with her thumb in understanding. She scooted in closer, cradling her body against his, fitting perfectly. She pulled her hair away from her neck and offered it to him.

Without hesitation, he fisted a hand in her hair and buried his face in her neck, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to pull her even closer. He let out a soft growl as his lips met her throat and she resisted the urge to recoil at the sharp sting of his fangs piercing her flesh. But the pain faded almost instantly, only to be replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure and closeness she had only dreamt about.

She laced her fingers through his silky hair and held his head to her neck, radiating her desire to sate his hunger, her happiness and her love. He pulled her tighter against his chest and buried his fangs deeper into her neck, his nails clawing at her bare arms.

She moaned, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, her thoughts becoming slow and incoherent. At last, hesitantly, he pulled away. She rested her head sleepily against his chest, running her hands across his hard, cool shoulders. He seemed to come to himself at last. He looked down at her for a long moment before pulling away and glaring at her in fury. He lunged to his feet, his head whipping around to look at Nic and then back at the dazed red head on the ground.

"What's going on? Where am I?" he demanded, his low voice laced faintly with an Italian accent.

Hannah stood shakily, feeling very light-headed, and stumbled. Instantly, Damon was there, his muscled arms steadying her. She leaned against him for support and groaned, holding onto his arms lightly.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. She looked up at him with wide, luminescent eyes.

He held her gaze, captivated. "Scuzzi?"

She ran her hands up his chest and felt his nipples bead beneath her palms. His pupils dilated once again, but this time with a different kind of hunger. Lust. Suddenly she was unbearably aware of his naked body pressed lightly against hers.

She fought the urge to press herself closer and pulled away. He frowned at the loss but quickly recovered. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by his state of undress.

"If you come upstairs with me-us- I'll explain everything... And we can find you some... erm... clothes to put on." As if to emphasize her point, she looked downwards.

He gave her an ingratiating grin. "Lead that way, bella rossa."

Hannah barely contained the shiver that went up her spine. She looked past him. "Nic?"

Nic walked past Damon and to the back door of her apartment building. She pulled her keys from her pocket and disappeared inside. Damon draped his arm around Hannah's shoulders and followed Nic.

Behind them, the fire flared up again. Hannah whipped toward it, cold with apprehension, but the fire was out and she could see nothing lurking in the shadows.

"What is it?" Damon asked, glancing around, his eyes narrowed.

"It's... nothing," she assured. "Come on. It's cold out here."

"They're a bit big," Damon said as he zipped up his borrowed pants.

Hannah rolled her eyes and lay back on Nic's bed. "I told you they would be."

Damon threw his shirt back on the dresser and sat next to her on the bed. "How about that explanation?"

She sat up and gave him a quizzical look. "I'm surprised you're so calm about this."

"I'm not the type to get too bent out of shape about anything."

"No," she agreed, "you're not." She got up and picked up her backpack. When she sat back down next to Damon, she unzipped the bag, pulled out four well-read paperback books and handed them to him.

"'The Vampire Diaries'?" he read. When he turned the book over and read the back, his eyes widened. "Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?"

"No, Damon. You are... a character from a book- those books, and this... well, this is the real world," Hannah said gently, placing a hand over his.

He continued to stare at the books, his shoulders tense. "But... why? Why did you bring me here?"

Hannah stood abruptly and paced the room, not looking at him. "Because I... I..."

Damon rose after her. He placed his hands on her hips and turned her towards him. "Tell me," he said, his voice low and insistent.

She sighed and gave herself up to her inevitable fate. "Because I fell in love with you."

Damon stepped back in surprise, releasing her. "You...?"

"Yes," she said, bowing her head. "I love you."

For a long moment, he was silent, but then he blurted, "Why?"

Hannah let out a bitter laugh. "How could I not?" She looked up at him and cupped his face in her palms, her eyes burning with compassion and sincerity. "Damon, you are the most beautiful and amazing person I have ever known. You're strong and passionate and independent. You're the ultimate bad boy- in a good way. You're charming, clever, and it doesn't help that you're absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. But most of all, you're the only thing that's made me feel in a long time." Hannah blushed and looked down again, letting go of his face. "I know it's insane. And I know you could never love me; I'm not your type of girl. But you have no idea how happy it makes me just to have you here, how much I- And you're going to laugh at me now, aren't you?"

When Damon didn't say anything, she chanced to look up. Damon's mouth was slightly parted, his breathing labored. His eyes were widened slightly in surprise and- if she wasn't mistaken- fear.

"Damon?"

His head whipped down to look at her. Hannah reached toward him, but he jerked back. His eyes flew to the open window.

"I can't," he murmured. "I've never... And you...?"

"Damon? Damon, please," she pleaded.

But Damon jumped out the window and disappeared in a flutter of great black wings.

"Damon!"

a/n: well, there's chapter 3! so review and tell me what you think! i'll have chapter 4 out soom depending on reviews!