Elena and Damon - love story
|Elena and Damon - a love story||Author: Sherry|
|Date:||Current location: |
|Rated (G, PG-13, R): PG-13|
| Damon has always relished in his nocturnal, blood-sucking lifestyle until he moves to Mystic Falls and meets Elena. One look at Elena ignites an unquenchable thirst within him. And not just for her blood. Somehow, this beautiful girl has imprinted herself onto his black little heart.|
When a string of grisly murders puts the town on high alert and Elena’s aunt suffers from a strange animal attack, she realizes that when it comes to tough decisions, the only thing you can rely on is your heart. Unless there are pointy stakes lying around. Then, well, it sucks…
| Chapter 1|
He had told himself he would never do this again, yet he was unable to resist. Her life force called to him every night since he'd met the beautiful, Elena Gilbert. He had been deep underground, seeking the sleep of his kind, and yet her essence had permeated his soul. Even trapped in the darkness of the earth, he had heard her footsteps as she walked the gardens, heard the rhythmic beat of her heart. The siren cry of her blood had called to him in velvety timbres of desire and insistent hunger, until it had drawn him from the depths of the ground to her side.
Damon sighed. He longed to go to her but he could not, and so he remained outside, just below her window, watching and listening. He thought of her silky dark hair and dancing brown eyes, and his mouth filled with the bittersweet taste of longing. The first flush of dawn started to chase him away, but before he left, he said to the moon, to the wind, to her open bedroom window.
“Someday you shall be mine, Elena. Soon you shall belong to me...and not my weak brother Stefan.”
Damon had meant it and the words carried into the night.
One kiss, he had thought; one dark kiss would do no harm. She was so young. So alive. Even being this close to her was like standing in front of a roaring fire. She radiated life and passion. Desire and vitality. It drew him like a living flame, chasing the coldness from his being. It banished the loneliness from his soul.
Damon sighed again. He watched her silhouette from the open upstairs window of her bedroom. He felt the sun rising, but before he left, he threw a note into her open window.
The darkness is falling.
And you’re still alone.
Watching you from the shadows,
you appear brighter than the moonlight.
Yet you still don’t know me.
Still don’t know the power of the night…
Damon knew Elena's fiery passion for life was the only warmth that wouldn't burn him to ash—though it did seem to have seared its way into his black little heart.
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