A/N: Thank-you to everyone who seems to like my story, I rather enjoy writing it and seeing your reactions to it as well. Please remember to R&R! Also note that you will get updates when I have finished a chapter, and because I do not know when that will always be, I will not say that updates will happen every Friday for example. It could be Friday, or it could be Tuesday, it all depends on when I finish a chapter. Also, sorry to leave it as is, but I promise to pick right back up in chapter three.

Disclaimer: I know I did not put this before, I am sorry. I do not own anything, other than the plot idea, but that is all.

Chapter Two: Lust

Dear Diary,

It has been three months since I first spoke to Damon, the vampire in case you did not know, and in that time I have spent my nights down in the dungeon trying to get him to talk to me. He seems as if he has never been shown love, and it makes me sad. He was not always a vampire, and so why then must be he be treated differently? I cannot stop thinking about him, I have even had dreams about him too..and these dreams.. It gets my heart racing just thinking about them. I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine, his fangs pierce into my neck, his hands run along my body... I can almost imagine my hands running along his perfect chest..his hands running along my legs as his lips kiss my breasts.. Oh, I should stop this before I cause myself to want him more! It is just so difficult ..I want him more than I have ever wanted any other man! I have not told anyone of these feelings before, and to write them...my heart is racing and my face is rather flushed.

I guess I should talk about Stefan Salvatore some..mother says I should marry him, and he had even told me that he feels he loves me! I cannot say anything to him because I do not love him back, but I figure I have to say something at one time, or he will never understand what is in my head. Father always told me to keep to myself, and never let a man know my thoughts, but why not? It is not like they care anyways, they always end up talking over you and then when you do say something and they listen they complain about not understanding. Men confuse me, better yet, human men confuse me. Though, I have not heard Damon speak in three months I feel he is different than the others, that because of what he is he has a better understanding of things that mere humans, such as myself, cannot understand. Oh, there I go again! It is late, I should be going..

-Elena

Elena closed her diary and placed it next to her as she sighed softly. It was still early morning and she was still in her night dress, her hair hung loss around her shoulders and she was smiling slightly as her eyes closed. Her mind was on Damon, but the sounds of someone knocking on her door caused her eyes to open and the smile to fall. Quickly Elena stood, and just as quick she hid her diary before going to the door to see who had knocked. She knew for sure that it had not been Bonnie, for Bonnie would of just come in without bothering to knock, however that meant it could be three people, maybe four. Her mother, father, Jeremy, or Caroline. Elena hoped that it was Caroline, because she did not want to deal with either her father, or her mother at the moment.

"Elena dear," Her mother started when she saw her daughter not dressed yet. "You should be in the bathing room by now! What has caused to to be so slow child, are you ill?" Elena smiled playfully before she shook her head and opened the door more so that her mother could come in to see that Elena was well. She could not very well tell her mother that she was not in the bathing room because she had been lost in her thoughts and day dreams of Damon. No, Elena knew better than to do something that foolish, and so she figured she would simply apologize, and then be on her way. Her mother never stayed in her room too long anyways and so that made it a bit easier for Elena to act like she was going to leave and then stay for another half hour, or so.

"I am sorry mother, it will not happen again," Elena told her mother with a grin before she kissed her cheek. Elena then hurried down the hall to the bathing room, her mind once again on Damon. She could not guarantee that she would see him this night because of the ball. Her smiled dropped. Stefan Salvatore was going to be her escort to the ball, and so she had to simply remember how Damon looked, and how his voice sounded for she would more than likely not see him this night unless she sunk off during the ball, but that was risky. Elena was good with getting past the guards during the day, for there was only one or two, but at night the numbers went up, by how much she did not know, but she knew she would have to be careful if she wanted to see him again.

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Damon sat in the cell, his now bare, and rather scratched up, back to the guards, which made it seem as if he was not listening to the two drunken men. However, he was. He wanted to hear them without making known that he was listening because he knew they would easily stake him for it. He had been staked too many times that he had lost track. It seemed the the guards took advantage of it, and staked him when they felt like it, not because he truly needed it, though Damon would never admit to truly needing to be staked.

"Guess what I saw the other day," The first guard says as he takes another drink from his bottle, he then yawns and scratches his beer belly. His eyes glance to the cell, and then back to his friend, "It better not be another lie, the one you told the other day was 'orrible!" The second said bitterly, and the first shook his head, "Nawh, this one is true," He paused to finish his drink before throwing the bottle at Damon/ "I saw the princess in 'er bath and she was lookin' pretty and-" The guard did not get to finish, a pair of fangs pierced his neck. He yelled in pain, but soon Damon fell back in pain himself, the guard had vervain in his blood, and the second frowned as he grabbed his knife and walked to the cell and opened it.

"You is clearly not learnin' anythin', are ya?" He said, as he grabbed Damon up by his hair. He looked into his eyes and stabbed him in the stomach, the guard then began to laugh at seeing the pain in Damon's eyes and then he dropped him. He walked over the to the chains and began to tighten them so that they were cutting into Damon's skin before walking out of the cell, he made sure to close the door, and back to his friend. He helped the man from the dungeon and towards the castle where he could get help for his friends wound. As they left he muttered to his friend, "Damn animal, if it were up to me I would of 'ad 'im dead long ago."

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Elena relaxed in the tub, her hair was pulled back and the bubbles of the bath were slowly fading more and more. She did not seem to care as she closed her eyes and began to imagine Damon in the tub with her, the idea of it made her face flush, and so she went under the water to try to calm her face and her racing heart. Why was it that whenever she thought of him her heart always raced, maybe this was how it felt to be in love... She came up for air, her hair had fallen all into her face and over her breasts. She started to laugh pulling it out of her face, and out of her way. She had never question her long hair, but whenever she had to bath it seemed that her hair would always get in the way no matter what she did with it.

"You sure are being slow today, who is on your mind?" Bonnie walked into the bathing room, and grinned at Elena, and Elena grinned at her. It was as if they knew what the other girl was thinking about. Elena did not say anything as she sank down farther into the water, she did not want to tell Bonnie that she was thinking about Damon, did Bonnie even know his name? It seemed she may have, after all she spent more time with him than Elena did, which to Elena that wasn't fair. Bonnie did not like him, Elena could tell, but that did not mean she did not enjoy going to see him, he was good looking. Elena came up again slowly, realizing she was getting a prune like feel, and because she knew she had the ball to get ready for, even if she did not want to go, and if she did, she would of wanted to go with Damon, not Stefan Salvatore.

"What is so special about Stefan Salvatore?" Elena asked Bonnie, as she climbed out of the tub, her wet hair clung to her naked body, covering her stomach lightly, and her breasts, her skin was shinning from the water, and the sun hitting it, and all she could do was walk over to her friend and grab the towel she held out for her. Slowly, Elena took it, and wrapped it around herself, she then sat down in front of a mirror and let Bonnie get to work on her hair right away. Her friend had not said a word in response to what had been asked, as if she didn't know what to say, and Elena frowned as she looked at her reflection. Why was she to marry him, she did not love him, and marriage was for love was it not? She had been raised to think so, and now things had changed.

"Maybe because he is right for you, and you are just to bull headed to see it."

"Now that isn't fair, what about my say?"

"Just because you're the princess does not mean you always get a say Elena, and if you did people would think you are nothing more than a spoiled bitch."

Elena laughed at Bonnie's words, because they had described her twin sister, who was banished from the castle many years ago, perfectly. Her name was Katherine, she and Elena had looked so much alike that people believed that they were not actually twins, but the same person split into two by the workings of a witch. Now, Bonnie, being a witch, never said a word either way about the rumors. She knew it was possible, and very likely, but Katherine wasn't the same as Elena they were complete opposites in every way other than their looks, and because of that Bonnie knew they were not the same, had they been both would of shared more similar ways of doing things. However, Elena, though cold at times, was the sweet sister while Katherine was the spoiled bitch who got what she wanted until the day their parents said they were done with her and banished her from the kingdom.

It scared Elena to think that it could of been her. She could of just as easily been the bad twin, but she wasn't, which made things feel easier, but when things such as birthdays, and dances came up that was when she thought about her sister. They had both loved to be around people, but now Elena didn't. She felt not herself without her sister, but she never showed that side, not even to Bonnie, she just smiled and went along with the parties because that was how she had been before. Katherine was alive, she knew that, but she had no idea where her sister had gone off to, where would she of gone? Their life was here, but somehow Elena felt that Katherine knew where she wanted to go, and would do anything to get there.

"What would you do if Katherine came back?" Bonnie asked Elena softly, as she studied her best friends face in the mirror.