When I Met Damon

The First Touch

         It had been seven years since the Werewolves decided to come back to New Orleans. Since then it has been pretty bland. Elena and Stefan are together and so are Caroline and Alark. After all the happiness that has been going around we all expected something bad to happen soon. Little did we know that we were right.

       Since the wolves were back we all had to split in groups. I got put with Damon of course. This summer we have hanged out more that ever before, I have grown a little thing for him but don't plan on letting him find out.

     "So beautiful, are your ready to go on this super long hike?" asked Damon.

     "Of course I am stupid, and there is no one else I would rather be doing it with." I replied very enthusiastic.

      We started hiking up the hill when I came to a stop. I swore I heard something, I took a second look and nothing was there.

     "Are you hearing things again?" asked Damon.

     "No I'm fine," I said as I started walking back up the hill.

     "Someone's feisty today." Damon laughed.

      I continued to walk up the hill Damon ran to ketch up with me. After hours of walking we finally found the others. It got late and we all went to sleep.

      Damon woke me up before sunrise and told me he wanted to show me something. He grabbed my hand and led me to a beach under the cliff that we were staying on. There was a towel and some candles. he told me to sit down and that he would be right back. A few moments later he came back with a bottle of bourbon. 

"Classic Damon and his bourbon," I laughed.

"Did I ever ask for your opinion" Damon replied.

We both started laughing and Damon sat down next to me on the towel. He just looked at me and smiled for a straight minute. I started to blush. He grabbed my thigh and leaned in for a kiss. When his lips touched mine a spark ran through my body and made me feel safe. He just looked at me and smiled again, but this time holding my hand.