I ran a hand through my curled golden hair, my gaze resting on the setting sun. The sky was a beautiful mix of pinks and purples of all shades. It was stunning, really, and the weather was perfect for jeans, which is what I wore. To compliment my dark, ripped jeans, I wore pink and black sneakers and a light blue tank top with frills towards the bottom. The top brought out my ocean blue eyes, making them pop.

The clock ticked 7:00 pm, not late enough to go home or go to bed. Why not go to Chumnley's Pub? Maybe I could meet someone, or if anything just relax and have a drink. At least it wasn't very far from where I was.

Glancing around for a brief moment, I began to make the short, five minute journey. The streets weren't that crowded aside from a few pedestrians walking or the cars on the road. The streetlights flipped on as I got to the corner to cross the street.

The building was made of rough, sandy colored bricks. There was an older styled dark wooden door with a discolored, round copper doorknob. I could hear the noisy, slightly drunk babble through the door, but stepping inside let the musings be heard louder; hitting my ears without an barrier.

The large room was somewhat crowded. No doubt with people grabbing a drink with a friend after work to relax and unwind. In fact, I was doing just that; minus the friend, of course.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a sangria, eager for the sweetness of the drink. Thankfully, it only took a few moments for my drink to be done; considering they weren't terribly busy at the moment. As I drank, my gaze wandered about the room, observing the other people. If only they were vampires. After all, it would be so much more interesting and fun, and not to mention sexy. Well, a spell could give a similar effect, but I'd rather not give away my existence. I'd like to live past 23.

There was one man that caught my eye… His gaze fixed on me intently, hardly blinking. He had dark, shaggy hair that swept over his right eye, but for the most part there was a clear view of his features. He was tall; standing against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his torn black jeans. The fitting white Hanes' t-shirt hugged his firm muscles perfectly. To top off the intoxicating ensemble, he wore a black leather jacket.

'Damn…he's hot,' I thought. Our eyes locked for a few long, hypnotizing moments. I didn't want to look away nor did I think I could. Luckily, I was able to manage a polite smile as he approached; his strides smooth and long.

"What's a pretty little girl like you doing in a place like this alone?" he questioned curiously with a light smirk gracing his features.

"I'm not as weak as I may look, sir, and I'm just here to have a drink," I replied casually; looking up at him through my lashes.

"So am I." I could see the dark gleam in his eyes as he spoke, making me giggle.

"You're not very subtle. I know you're looking for blood," I mused knowingly, turning my body to face him. He was taken aback for a moment, a look of surprise crossing him briefly, though his lips soon twisted into a smirk.

"Clever little witch, aren't you?" he teased; a giggle breaking from my lips.

"I try. So what's your name?"

"Damon; and yours?"

"Katie. Pleasure to meet you, Damon," I smiled softly at him, nodding when he offered to buy me another drink.

"You look beautiful," he said softly, smiling at me. A light blush worked its way to my cheeks.

"You're not half bad yourself," I responded. The bartender brought my drink and Damon laid down a 5 dollar bill as a tip.

"I didn't know that there were any witches here…It's a surprise, but it seems you've out me under your spell."

The playful smirk on my lips grew into a near grin. "Well, why don't we head out them, and you can show me what a vampire really looks like?" I flirted.

His house wasn't really much of a house at all. It was a dark redwood that was old and moldy, even some parts missing or having holes. Though when you're a vampire, things like that didn't really matter.

"Fancy," I commented sarcastically, and playfully. He rolled his eyes in response.

"I don't exactly plan to stay long," he said with a shrug. "Though I'm starting to reconsider," he added with a downward glance to me. My cheeks lightly flushed at his gentle tone of voice and the look in his eyes. It was strange, but welcomed. In his eyes, though, I saw something else. Lust, maybe…?

I nearly shuddered when I noticed the increasing electricity between us; it had always been there, but hidden under the bustle of the bar or night air. Now that we were alone, in a more enclosed space, it was intensified, nearly overwhelming; making goosebumps rise on my arms.

Damon felt it too. It was obvious by the look on his face. His expression was dark, filled with desire and longing. When he stepped forward, I couldn't move. Whether it was because of his manipulation abilities, or because I wanted him just as much as he clearly wanted me, I wasn't sure and I didn't care.

Leaning down, he caught my lips in a passionate kiss, backing me up against the wall with one hand on each side of my head. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Before I knew it, his tongue was forced into my mouth and without hesitation I groaned and welcomed the heated kiss.

After who knows how long, he pulled away, making me pout. I could feel his chuckle vibrating his chest; our bodies pressed together. Silently, he kissed along my jawline; trailing down my neck and almost instantly finding my soft spot. My mind was clouded with lust as he kissed and sucked and nibbled; leaving a dark love bite. My mind didn't even process that I could feel the small prickling of his fangs on my skin, but he didn't bite. His expert hands slipped under my shirt and crept up to my belly to my bra; my shirt sliding up as he did. It wasn't long before he slipped both items of clothing over my head. A shiver ran through my body when he had removed my shirt and bra, now standing half naked before him.

"Don't worry, love: I'll make you hot soon enough," he purred into my ear. That in itself was enough to get me wet with anticipation. He smirked down at me, sliding his own shirt over his head. Immediately, I stared at his bare torso. His muscles were toned, his skin firm and soft around the deadly things. Gently, I reached a hand up to trail down his chest to his abs. The contact made him shiver and softly groan as his muscles twitched at the contact. He trailed his kisses down my neck and collarbone, stopped at my cleavage, before moving down once again to my breasts. He kissed, licked, and sucked one while his hand massaged the other; occasionally switching between them. My nipples grew hard under his expert touch; softly moaning. His mouth moved down my body while my hand tangled in his hair, gently tugging.

Damon's smirk only grew, and he stopped at my waistline; undoing the button and zipper on my pants ever so slowly, pulling them down along with my lacy black panties. I could see the bulge in his pants now, and now it was my turn to smirk as I saw how turned on he really was. I never thought I'd be doing this with a vampire; let alone one I had such a strong connection with.

I gasped softly when he had spread my legs and kissed slowly up to the apex of my thighs, pausing there to drive me mad. I whimpered softly in protest and he chuckled; closing the distance and licking slowly me down there. His tongue was hot, and a mix of rough and soft; it was maddening.

"Damon…stop teasing…I want you now," I said, my voice demanding. His smirk only grew, clearly amused by my squirming and he nodded, once again moving up my body. He kept my legs spread, and massaged his tip at my entrance. Biting my lip, I moaned as I felt him sink deep into me; starting to thrust immediately. I felt so full as he moved. In and out…in and out…over and over… It was intoxicating. His speed increased; his hands holding my hips roughly and my arms wrapped around him tightly. He was pushing me to the edge with each thrust; getting closer and closer and I could feel the muscles deep within me clench deliciously.

"Come on, Kaitie, give it to me baby," He growled hotly, nipping at my neck. It wasn't long after that, that I was pushed over the edge and cried out softly in pleasure; arching my back to him as I came; him along with me.

I was laying on top of him, relaxed and happy. He had completely worn me out, and I had never been happier. "Make me yours, Damon…" I whispered. I could feel his muscles slightly tense, and he looked down at me.

"Are you sure…?" he asked, his voice soft. I nodded. After a moment of hesitation, he moved his head down to my neck, where he kissed softly and licked before sinking his fangs into my skin.