Hey guys, time for the next update. This one came to me quite quickly and I am really happy with how it turned out :)

Hope you enjoy it! xox

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Elena scanned her eyes up and down the street, searching for where he had gone. He just, disappeared... But then of course, Elena knew that people couldn't just disappear and there must be a logical explanation. But what? There had been something almost familiar about him, his face, the way he looked at her...

She snapped out of her deep thoughts as she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She turned to see her younger brother who was smiling sympathetically at her.

"Bonnie told me what you did today" Jeremy said gently, taking a few steps towards her. "I spoke to her when I didn't see you at school, I've been worried about you."

Jeremy was a down to earth 14 year old who had always seemed much wiser than his years. He and Elena had always shared a close bond, with both siblings continually looking out for the other. Smiling kindly at her brother Elena crossed the room and placed her arms around him. "I am okay Jer, you don't need to worry. I just couldn't face school after hurting Matt like that."

Jeremy nodded in understanding, returning his sisters embrace. "Mom and Dad are downstairs and I think Aunt Jenna is coming over tonight too. Mom wants us all to spend some time together, as a family."

Elena beamed; her family had always been the most precious thing in the world to her. "Sounds good to me!" she chimed happily as she followed Jeremy down the stairs, leaving her thoughts of the day and the mystery man far behind.

As he walked down a quiet alley later that night, Damon found that he could not stop thinking about Elena. Rather pissed at himself for developing such a school-boy crush, he tried pushing her out of his mind. Her beautiful eyes, her perfect hair, her ever so slightly seductive smile... Damon shivered as he thought about her lips, imagined how it would feel to kiss them. Rather enjoying where his thoughts were leading he was only brought back to reality when a gentle breeze blew across his face. Blood. He could smell it, nearby. Someone was bleeding and the vampire smirked to himself when he concluded that the poor sod's night was about to get a hell of a lot worse. He tracked the scent and within seconds was stood by a middle-aged man who seemed to have walked into a lamppost and broken his nose. Drunk, obviously.

Smirking at the man's stupidity Damon inhaled deeply. The rich smell of blood filled his nostrils and he felt the pleasurable sting of pain as his fangs descended from his gums. Instincts taking over he grabbed the unsuspecting man by the throat and pinned him up against a nearby wall. Staring into his petrified eyes he compelled him. "You are not going to make a sound, all you are going to remember is that you were drunk, and very stupid."

With that Damon plunged his fangs deep into the soft flesh of the man's neck and began to drink. He moaned as he felt the warm blood pouring down his throat; A Negative, he believed. It was not long before the human's heart began to slow, showing that life was near its end. Damon withdrew his fangs and allowed the man to slump down the wall, seeing little point in killing him; he needed to keep a low profile right now. Wiping the remaining blood from around his mouth he disappeared off into the night.

"A book!" Jenna cried. "1 word, 2 syllables!"

"Uh, teeth... Wind?!" Elena giggled, watching her dad prancing around the family room, waving his arms around and pointing to his mouth.

"Mouth? Uh, cloak?!" Miranda queried, laughing hysterically as she watched her husband make a fool of himself.

The happy family continued guessing with no success and Elena grinned as her dad became more and more frustrated, acting crazier with each wrong answer.

"Oh come on Grayson, we don't have all night!" Miranda chuckled.

With that he rushed over to his wife and playfully bit her on the neck, making exaggerated slurping sounds.

"DRACULA!" Elena shouted, jumping up and down before proceeding to do a little victory dance and stick her tongue out at Jeremy. She cherished nights like this with the people she loved, God knows who she would be without them.

The night went on in a similar fashion and by the time she headed up to bed Elena could have sworn she had pulled several stomach muscles from all the laughing. Entering her room she turned on the radio, upped the volume and danced.

Sat in a tree outside her bedroom window, Damon smiled as he watched Elena perform. He had needed to come back, hoping for another glimpse of the girl who for some reason he could not stop thinking about. Twirling around she looked so care-free, happy... Beautiful. Deep within his chest he could almost feel his un-dead heart fluttering, a sensation which was very foreign to him.

Suddenly he heard Elena's cell phone start ringing. Running over to the radio the brunette switched it off and answered the call with a cheery voice.

"Hi Bonnie!"

Damon listened curiously to Elena's words, never once moving his eyes away from her.

"Yeah Bon, really I am fine. I know I hurt Matt today but breaking up with him was the right thing to do."

'Ah the fight with the boyfriend' Damon remembered, casting his mind back to the conversation they had the other night.

"I want a love that is so much more Bonnie" Elena began. "I want passion. When I am with someone I want their love to consume me."

Damon's eyebrows raised as he recognised the parallel of her words to those he had spoken to her; 'a love that consumes you...' Interesting...

"No Bonnie, not literally. You have such a dirty mind!" Elena giggled, a delightful flush of red appearing in her cheeks.

Damon felt his fangs ache at the sight and he found himself chuckling at the irony of the situation. 'Never say you want a vampire to consume you, dear Elena' he smirked.

"Okay Bonnie, I gotta go to sleep now, it has been a long day. See you tomorrow. Bye."

With that Elena placed her phone on her dresser and headed into the bathroom. A few minutes later she re-emerged in what Damon considered a rather cute pair of PJs. He felt his eyes drifting down her neck, over the soft curves of her body. The sight in front of him stirred very human feelings deep within his core and he sighed at the perfection that stood before him. God, what he would give to touch her, hold her. He closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to embrace his mind, drifting off for a few moments into a perfect piece of heaven. When he opened his eyes he found the object of his affection staring at him quizzically through the closed window.

Elena could not believe the size of the crow that was perched in the branches of the tree. Tilting her head she took a step towards the window, running her eyes over the bird's deep black feathers. She gasped when she noticed its eyes - they were blue. Not only were they blue but she could have sworn they were looking right at her. Feeling a slight prickle on the back of her neck Elena swiftly closed the curtains. Moments later she heard a flurry of wings, followed by silence.

Within minutes Damon had arrived at a large building on the outskirts of town. The boarding house was his home, despite the fact he hadn't been back there for many years. As an eternal stud who never looked any older it was hard to stay in one place for too long, so Damon spent most of his time travelling the country, indulging in anyone and everyone he could sink his teeth into. Whilst the guilt of his many kills haunted his every waking moment, he always tried to suppress it. He couldn't change who he was; he would always be a monster.

He had been avoiding home for a few days, due to the possibility that he could run into his pain in the ass brother. Damon had caught the younger vampire's scent in the woods on the night he met Elena. He had figured that his exceptionally deluded brother had been hunting for a squirrel to snack on. Stefan Salvatore was a pathetic excuse for a vampire, forsaking his nature to adopt the 'Bunny Diet'. Stefan Salvatore was so righteous that he refused to drink human blood, feeling pity for 'innocent people'. Instead he chomped on cute little bunny rabbits and drank from chipmunks. 'Which is of course a lot less disturbing' Damon scoffed to himself. Being such a saint, Stefan had always judged his brother for embracing his vampirism to the full, claiming that he had no humanity left within him. Smirking to himself Damon concluded it was time that his little brother learnt to keep his opinion to himself and the forest animals.

It was then that he heard the sound of Stefan's voice emanating out of an open first floor window.

"Zach I give you my word, I will not hurt anyone."

'Yeah apart from Bambi' Damon grinned to himself, continuing to eavesdrop.

"I'm sorry Uncle Stefan" Zach began nervously, "I think I am just so used to Damon-"

"I am nothing like Damon. He is cold-hearted, selfish and-"

"Right here." Damon appeared on the balcony, stepping forward with a menacing gleam in his blue eyes. "Now now Stefan, there is no need for name calling."

"Damon."

"Hello, brother."

So there you have it, the second chapter done and dusted. I plan on Damon and Elena meeting soon, but I just want to make sure that I set it up just right... After all, Delena is all about the build up ;)

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Amy xox