Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I hope this chapter doesn't completely suck.

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Chapter 3

"Great I didn't know this town had vampires." I mumbled angrily.

"What? You know about vampires?" Damon asked.

Instead of answering him I took in his looks. He was dressed in black and had a sexy leather jacket. His eyes returned to their beautiful blue. His lips were stained red and covered in blood along with his chin.

"I normally love being stared at by such delicious looking women, but I asked you a question so I suggest you answer me." Damon said arrogantly, but looking a little pissed off.

"I wasn't staring. I was accessing your features." I said flatly.

"Just answer my fucking question before you turn into dessert." He growled.

"Obviously I know about vampires otherwise I wouldn't have said that I didn't know this town had vampires." I yelled.

Before I knew it I was slammed into the wall again but with much more force. Damon was staring down at me with black eyes with veins under them. He looked more livid than I've ever seen him.

"I suggest you don't yell at me unless you want me to kill you." He said sounding deadly.

"I'm not afraid of you." I said calmly.

"What? What do you mean you're not afraid of me? Do you not know that I could rip your heart out before you could blink?" He asked. By the last question he was growling at me again.

"Yes I know you could rip my heart out if you wanted to, but I'm not afraid." I said.

"You're just saying that because you think I won't do it, but I will kill you." He said.

"I know if you wanted to kill me you would. I'm still not afraid." I said. How many times to I have to say i'm not afraid before he believes me?

"Why?" He asked bewildered.

"I've seen scarier things than you." I said. He didn't say anything so I continued. "I'm not afraid of dying." I said.

"Why not?" He asked shocked.

"When you've seen things and experienced things I have you'll understand why I'm not afraid of dying. In fact I welcome death." I said.

"What could you possibly experience that would make you unafraid of vampires?" He asked.

"I'm not going to tell you." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Very few people know about it. I won't ever tell you because you're a dick." I said.

I started to walk away when I was slammed into the wall yet again. I cried out with the force of being thrown into the wall for the third time that night. I looked up into Damon's eyes and they were black again.

"Can you stop doing that?" I asked yelling at him.

"I can make it where you're afraid of vampires." He snarled.

"You can do what ever you want to me, but I will never be scared of you. What you do will only make me hate you." I said.

"You're unbelievable." He muttered.

"Okay, I'm leaving." I said.

I pushed him off of me and started to walk past him. A few seconds after I left him I felt someone tug my arm back. I was roughly pulled back and looked into those evil yet beautiful blue eyes.

"What do you want know?" I asked sighing angrily.

"Before I go, I wanted to do something. You will forget this happened tonight. You went out for a walk and that's all." He said in a monotone voice.

"Okay listen here vampire, compulsion won't work on me so I suggest you just leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled.

"What? Where's the vervain?" He asked.

"I don't wear or ingest vervain. Compulsion just doesn't work on me." I said.

"That's not something you should tell a vampire." He said darkly.

"Whatever." I said.

I walked back to Elena's. I was thankful that Damon didn't try to talk to me once I left. I just hope he isn't following me like some creeper. I walked through Elena's front door.

"Oh my gosh! Allyson, where have you been?" Elena asked.

"I told you I was going for a walk." I said.

"For three hours?" She asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Really? It's been three hours?" I asked.

I looked at the clock and sure enough it had been three hours since I left.

"Well I'm going to bed." I said.

I walked up the stairs ignoring Elena asking me what I did on my walk. I went in my room and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

I was walking in a house I've never been before and it looked really old. I heard a door slam and turned around.

"What the hell? Damon?" I asked.

"Mm, don't you look absolutely delicious." He growled.

I looked down and I was wearing a very tight slutty corset. What the hell? I was forced up against a wall and looked up at Damon who vamped out and was starring at me like he hasn't eaten in weeks. He leaned down as if he was going to kiss me but instead went to my neck. He was pushed away from me and he looked pissed and beyond confused.

"What?" He asked.

"Damon this is my dream you can't control it." I snarled.

"How did you know?" He asked.

"Like I would have a sex dream about you." I said.

He growled and charged for me and then the whole scence disappeared.

Dammit Damon's a dick.