A vampire? Vampire, vampire, vampire, vampire, vampire? The word just kept hitting repeat in my head over and over. What did he mean by vampire? There is no such thing as a vampire!

"You're bluffing," I mumble, trying to ignore the fact that his face was only inches from mine. He seemed amused. Who was this man? Why was this happening to me?

"Am I now? What makes you so sure?" he asks while pressing his body up against mine. I have to hold back a whimper. This man was dangerous; most likely delusional! He needed to be put into a mental institution!

"There's no such thing," I whisper, trying my best not to brush my lips against his. I needed to get out of here, and fast!

"Oh really Elena? Then what do you think I am? Seriously, think about it. Could a human being possible be as strong as I am? Move as fast; make you do things against your will?" the man asks. His eyes seemed to be mocking me; I didn't like it.

"No, there's no such thing! No such thing," I whisper, trying to convince myself. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. No human being could do such things as he had just demonstrated. But a vampire? There was no such thing as a vampire? It just wasn't possible, right?

"You're scared; with good reason too," He smirks, moving his face closer towards mine. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding. I let out a little gasp as his forehead rests upon mine, his lips just barely brushing against mine. I didn't say anything; I wouldn't dare! If I were to say something, anything, then our lips would brush together. I could tell he was doing this on purpose, but why?

What was it that he found so … amusing about this situation? And what was he? He couldn't be a vampire! Vampires are not real; they are just made up fiction like Dracula or Edward!

"Prove it!" I mutter sourly once his head was just a bit further back from mine. For a moment, he had a confused expression. Almost as if he was surprised.

"You want me to prove that I'm a vampire?" He asks, now seeming very interested with this topic. I just nod my head.

"Yeah, prove it," I spit through my teeth. I was no longer scared, this man didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me; but I still had to get away.

"I would think those dreams of yours would be enough," he smirks. I could have sworn my heart stopped beating. How did he know about my dreams? How could he know? I barely knew anything about those dreams! All I remembered was him. I hadn't given my dreams much thought, or to how it's possible that he looked just like the man in my dreams. I was too busy trying to find a way to escape.

"How do you know about those?" I ask while trying to catch my breath.

"Who do you think planted them into that pretty little head of yours," the man says while tilting his head to the side. Planted them into my head? How was this possible? This man was a freakshow!

"There's no such thing as vampires! You need help," I mumble cautiously. Now the man seemed annoyed.

"Elena, look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying," the man says, while placing a few fingers under my chin, lifting it high enough to meet my eyes with his. I didn't want to look at his eyes, but I couldn't help it. Those blue eyes were just so hypnotizing! And he didn't look like he was lying. I'm not sure how I would explain it, but he looked as if he were telling the truth.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask while trying to catch my breath. His face didn't look mocking or cruel anymore. It was almost as if he were a completely different person.

"Because I love you, Elena," the man says, his fingers leaving my chin. It took me a lot of will power to hold back a scoff. He loved me? What did he mean by that?

"You love me? I don't even know your name!" I exclaim while raising my voice. The man backs up just a tad.

"Damon, my name is Damon Salvatore," the man says, a grin creeping among his face. Damon; his name was Damon. He looked like a Damon. Dark hair, dangerous, blue eyes.

"This is just too much," I let out a frustrated sigh while running my fingers through my hair. Damon doesn't say anything, he just continues to stare. He still seemed to be studying me; it was odd.

"You can't be a vampire and you are not in love with me," I sigh.

"Don't worry, you'll come to accept it; you're just in denial," Damon says causally.

"I'm not in denial! This just isn't happening," I mumble to myself. Was this just some sick joke? A few seconds of silence pass. The man was still close, but not as close as he was before.

"What do you want from me?" I ask after a few moments. His eyes seemed to be smiling; it was eerie.

"I want you to come with me and be mine, willingly," Damon says while making his way closer to me. I was about to back myself up, but then remembered I was already backed against a wall.

"And what if I don't want to be with you willingly? Are you just going to lock me up in a basement until I give in?" I ask sourly. I was no longer afraid of this man. If he was going to kill me, then so be it! I wouldn't die a wimp.

"No of course not! You're free to leave if you please; but I do warn you that sooner or later you will be mine, willingly," Damon says while backing up and making his way to the arm chair. Did he just say that I was free to leave? He was going to let me go?

"So I can leave?" I ask, trying to make sure that this wasn't a trap.

"Sure, go right ahead. The door's right down the hall," the man says while pointing at a hall. I stay frozen, not quite sure what to do. I couldn't tell if he was just screwing with me or not. I turn around to leave and let out a loud gasp when Damon suddenly appears in front of me. Alright, perhaps he wasn't lying when he said he was a vampire. Still, it just seemed so surreal!

"I thought you said I could leave!" I cry, preparing myself for the worst. I wasn't sure if I had angered him or not. Maybe he was trying to test me, and if so, I most likely failed.

"Yes, you can; but I'm setting a few rules first," Damon says, his face dead serious.

"First, you can tell no one about me; if you do, then I will be left with no choice but to get rid of them. I think you understand what I mean," Damon says, his face threatening. Biting my lip, I nod my head. I would agree to anything just so I could get out of here!

"Alright, now you can leave," Damon says, a smile creeping among his face. Wasting no time, I start to fast walk down the hall. I wanted to run, but I would wait until I was out of his sight.

"Oh and Elena," I hear his voice call from behind me. Stopping in my tracks, I slowly turn around to face Damon. He was still standing where I last saw him. I could have sworn my heart stopped beating at his next set of words.

"Just know that this isn't the last time you'll see me. You will be mine, willingly; I can promise you that."

BLAH, just wrote that all in one sitting (and now it's almost midnight on a school night :O but I did it for you guys )

Where did you all run off too? I lose like 8-12 of you per chapter! Is this story really that bad! I thought it was just getting good? I want you all to come back, please ? My inspiration will die without you all, so please come back!

Goodnight

Xoxox- magicangel33