I give the man my address, my thoughts going awry in my head. I just got saved by a man I don't even know, and now I'm giving him my home address! Did I get my brain knocked loose when Matt hit me? My Knight and I drive in silence to the apartment I shared with Caroline and Stefan, my heart finally stops racing when we pull into the parking lot. My Knight parks and shuts his jeep off. I look over at the man, who I could see better now that the lamppost was over both of us. He has stunning ice blue eyes, dark dark brown hair that could be mistaken for black, and he was really, really fucking hot. The man looks over at me, raising an eyebrow as he catches me staring at him. I blush, looking away and twirling a lock of hair around my finger.

"Thank you, for saving me back at the club." I thank him, my voice soft, and still a little shaky.

I peek up at my Knight, who gives me a heart-stopping smile.

"It was no problem. I'm just glad I got there when I did." He replies, gently lifting my chin so that I was looking at him full on.

I watch as he checks me over, looking at what I could only guess was my now swollen, busted open bottom lip. My Knight runs his thumb lightly over my bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine.

"So, to whom did I have the honor of saving tonight?" He asks, his eyes filled with concern, and what I I hoped, was interest.

"Your Damsel in Distress's name is Elena Gilbert."I answer, smiling when my knight chuckles. "And who is the mysterious Dark Knight that saved me from the two oafish fucktards?"

"Your Dark Knight, as you say, is called Damon Salvatore." My Knight, I mean, Damon, tells me, his hand leaving my face only to grab my free hand.

Damon brings my hand to his lips, kissing the top of it. I blush again, then it hits me that he said is last name is Salvatore. Could he be related to Stefan?

"Are you, by any chance, related to Stefan Salvatore?" I ask, my curiosity peaked. That would explain how he knew it was my birthday, if he was the man who bought me the drink at the club.

"I am. I'm his older brother, only older by three years. And, before you ask, yes, I was the one who bought you the drink back at the club. I was on the phone with my brother when I heard his girlfriend Caroline mention that her friend was at "Savannah's" alone on her twenty-fifth birthday."

I giggle, which causes Damon to grin, sending another shiver down my spine. "I take it you haven't met Stefan's girlfriend, my best friend, and room mate here at our apartment?"

Damon chuckles, reaching out and brushing my hair from my face. "I have meet her actually, but she never told me that her room mate was a beautiful young maiden in need of rescuing." Damon says with a grin, the two of us laughing.

"Well, I'm not always in need of rescuing. Today just turned out to be a horrible day, even with it being my birthday." I respond, shivering as the wind picks up. "Would you like to come inside? I've got a few beers in the fridge." I ask Damon, who shakes his head.

"As much as I'd love to do just that, and to talk to you more, I'll have to politely decline. I don't want to drink anymore and risk getting a DUI." Damon answers, reaching back into the back seat and handing me a black and dark blue Baja Hoodie, or as many people call it, a "Drug Rug" hoodie.

I look at the hoodie that Damon handed me, then shake my head. "I can't take your hoodie, Damon. You'll need it for the ride home if this wind is any indication of the temperature dropping."

"It's fine, Elena. I've got another one exactly like it back there. I bought two and I always end up leaving one, if not both of them in here for when I'm out driving at night." Damon tells me, handing me the hoodie again and pulling his other hoodie from the back seat, tugging it on.

I tun the hoodie Damon gave me on, his scent and the scent of his body spray engulfing me. Damon gets out of the drivers side and walks around to the passengers side, opening my door for me and helping me out. The two of us walk hand in hand to my apartment, and after unlocking the front door, I turn and face Damon once more.

"Thank you for walking me to my apartment, and for letting me borrow your hoodie. I'll wash it and have Stefan give it back to you when they return from visiting Caroline's mom next week."

"You can keep the hoodie, Elena. I've got this one, and besides," Damon tells me, reaching out and cupping my face with his hand. "You look cute in it."

I blush, my cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

"So, is there any chance of me seeing you again?" I ask, feeling my cheeks burn hotter.

"I'd like that very much, Elena." Damon responds, his hand lingering on my face for a moment, before reaching into the pocket of his jeans. He hands me a business card. "My cell phone number is on the back. How does lunch on the beach tomorrow sound?"

I smile, slipping the card into the back pocket of my shorts where my phone is. "That sounds amazing. Do you want to meet somewhere and walk to the beach?"

"How about I pick you up here, say around twelve-thirty?"

I grin. "O-okay. It's a date, I mean..." I stammer, looking away as my cheeks heat again. Damon chuckles.

"It's a date, Elena." Damon assures me.

Damon takes my hand in his, and I look up at Damon. Damon leans down, brushing a light kiss over my bruised and swollen lips. Stunned, I blush dark red. Damon gives me another heart-stopping smile.

"Good night Elena, see you tomorrow." Damon says softly, brushing my hair from my eyes once more. "And, Happy twenty-fifth birthday."

I smile happily. "Thank you Damon. I'll text you tonight so you have my number." I pause a moment, then lean up and brush a light kiss across Damon's lips. "Good night Damon, be safe driving home. I.. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

Damon chuckles. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow either, Elena."

Damon hugs me, and I hug him back, waiting outside the door as I watch Damon walk back to his Jeep. Damon gets in his Jeep, and with one final wave goodbye, He backs out of the parking spot and leaves. I wave goodbye, then go inside, locking all three locks on the front door, then go around the apartment, checking all the window locks and the back door locks. Once I'm sure all the locks are good, I quickly save Damon's number in my phone, texting him and letting him know who it was so that he had my number. After washing my face free of my makeup, I brush my teeth, pull my hair up in a messy bun, and change into my pajamas; a black muscle shirt and a pair of neon blue cotton short-shorts, then, after plugging my phone in, I lay Damon's business card by my laptop, planning on looking up his business tomorrow while I wait for him to get here, I take two Aleeve for the pounding in my head, crawling into bed; asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow, Damon's hoodie snuggled in my arms.