First
"Maybe if you and I had met first."
Elena sucked in a breath, chuckling darkly at the irony of her life.
He was a dark, lean form shrouded against the blackness of the night, a predator full of fire and arrogance. She knew he was no good.
But then, that's exactly what Elena was looking for.
"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, adventure, and even a little danger."
Looking back on it, he had been exactly what she needed. Passionate, dark, dangerous…and irresistible.
He had been the perfect contrast. The devil in a leather jacket, come to rid of her of what she couldn't let go of herself.
She had wanted everything he spoke of. He was the beautiful chaos in her perfectly structured world. He had offered her oblivion that night, only to snatch it back.
"I want you to get everything you're looking for."
Elena laughed. He was everything she was looking for. He was the sweet surrender from the perfect little good girl package she had become.
She had always done what people expected of her. Perfect grades, dated the jock, become a cheerleader. He was her perfectly unexpected.
And he had made her forget him.
Elena clenched a fist, relishing in the surge of power that rippled through her sleek new body. She opened her eyes, and he was there, stroking her hand gently, his image in perfect clarity that she had to blink several times.
"I was wrong," she whispered, wincing as an unknown fire in her throat surged.
His eyes crinkled, bewildered. "About what?" He shifted warily, conscious of her muscles that clenched beneath his palm.
She sat up from the cold table and took his face in her hands. "Maybe If I hadn't met you last, we wouldn't have made it here." She drew him close and brushed her lips against his. "The thing is Damon, you're still my first. You were my first then, and you're my first now. And that's all that matters."
Short but sweet! Hope you all like! I thought this up today, imagining what Elena would be like once she "awakened."