Rose sat upright, wide awake with fear as something was rustling through the grass towards her. She could hear it, getting closer and closer until suddenly, it stopped. Rose could tell whatever or whoever it was was only a few metres away from her.
Damon could practically feel the girl's quickened heartbeat as she sat in the grass just ahead of him. She had keen hearing He thought. his evil smile flashed on his face as he sprang forwards.
Rose could see nothing for it went too fast and it was such a blur. A figure, not animal but human, leapt out at her, hitting her on the left and forcing her to fall sideways. As soon as she hit the floor she was roughly pulled to her feet with almost in-human strength. Her attacker had his super strong, muscly arms around hers from the back in an incredibly tight lock. Rose was terrified but didn't bother struggling because she knew it was useless. She could feel the attackers warm breath against her cold skin on her neck and made her shiver slightly. The man leaned so close to Rose that his velvet-smooth mouth was touching her right ear. He gently pulled her hair hair out of the way of her neck and whispered with a perfectly chilling voice.
'Mine will be the last face you ever see'
A hand came out from no where and forced her chin up. Rose was breathing fast, puffs of steam cascading from her mouth. She felt his lips follow her vein on her neck and a sudden pain rushed through her. His teeth were too pointed, He was too strong. Rose was getting weaker and weaker by the second. She could feel her blood been drawn out of her. As she was about to pass out, a single word formed in her mind. Vampire.
Damon felt like he was in heaven. How could an ordinary girls blood taste so perfect, so pure, so beautiful? He was instantly satisfied for the need of blood, but he couldn't stop. He could feel her skinny body was ready to collapse. Soon, He thought, Very Soon.
Just when Damon felt her slight form go limp, a voice like silk whispered inside his head. A word. The Word...
Vampire.
How could she project that loud? Did she mean to?
He pulled away from the girl's neck and her head fell back onto his shoulder.
Damon gasped. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Ever. The moonlight was the only source of light in the field, but, with Damon's vampire sight, he could see perfectly as if a spotlight was on them. She had the smoothest, palest complexion and the fullest, reddist lips that were parted slightly. Damon regretted the whole night, there and then.
He lifted the girl up into his arms, she was the perfect build, the perfect weight. He knew which bedroom was hers, but he couldn't get her safely up into her bed without first getting invited in, as vampires do. He looked into her gentle face again and brushed some of her long, sweeping fringe out of her eyes. Damon knew, from that moment on, that he never wanted to leave her side again. But she, the girl who was limp in his arms, would never forgive him. Damon knew he could never have her, she would always get hurt.
Realising this, Damon felt a rush of despair run through him. He sank to the ground with watery eyes, the girl slid onto his knees, and he put an arm out to support her soft head. Damon never cried. He was the prince of darkness for God's sake. What was wrong with him? He couldn't love her that much, he'd only just seen her. He'd read the Twilight books, could he have imprinted? Of course not! He wasn't a vampire-killing fur ball. Damon wiped her eyes on his leather jacket and looked at his love's soft, full, parted lips. A lowly tear fell from his cheek to hers. Then Damon couldn't resist, he leant over her and gently touched his blood smeared lips to hers. He kept them there for a moment. Then pulled away. He didn't even know her name, for god's sake! And she didn't even know he existed!
He bent down to kiss the girl again, but was cut off short as a low growling filled his ears. DAMN! He thought, That bloody panther!
Sure enough, through the sun-dried grass, a deep black, snarling face appeared. Damon knew the beast wanted a fight, but he couldn't, he couldn't leave her. Not for one second.
Damon's mind went one thousand miles an hour. The panther was edging closer and closer to him. Suddenly, his mind was made up and he grabbed the unconscious beauty, turned and ran. The panther was fast after him, but, being a vampire did have it's advantages. Damon soon outran the terror chasing him. Checking the panther wasn't in sight, he slowed and placed the girl down. He needed to get into the house!
Damon suddenly thought, How long had the girl been unconscious? 5? 10 minutes? Surely not that long!
Damon quickly leant down and pressed his ear to her soft chest. Could he hear a faint heartbeat?
He was doing it before he even thought of it. He drew up a bit more courage and sank his teeth into his own arm. The pain that hit him was nothing compared to pain of losing her. He unhooked his mouth to find a pool of pure, red blood that gives no satisfaction to vampires, producing out of two, puncture wounds. Without a moments resitation, Damon put his bleeding arm against the girls slightly open mouth. His blood trickled into it and down her throat. Come on, Damon thought, swallow. As if following his orders, the girl stirred, and swallowed. Damon sighed with relief. He pulled the girl up and hugged her limp form. More tears formed and cascaded down his face. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes, the moonlight shining down on the two of them, until a rustling came towards them, and the panther came into view. it jumped and hit Damon hard on the side. The air was knocked out of him and he was forced forwards, rolling over the stirring beauty. The panther went with him, mauling him with his paws. Damon soon found out that his claws had been filed down to nearly nothing. He twisted and shoved the panther off him and onto the grass, flattening it as he went.
It went to a skidding stop but got up as quickly as it fell. He shot up, the hair on it's back up on end and growling. Damon was crouching, protecting the girl with his body, he, too, growling.
