A Beautiful Memory (A Damon Salvatore fanfic)

Chapter 1

It was 2:am.

I was walking home from one of my favorite night clubs, '21'. I didn't bother to take a cab, since my apartment was just a few blocks away.

Besides, I liked taking a walk at night. I guess you could say it's..calming, in a way.

I'm probably weird to think that since the streets of London usually are very busy, but I don't know...I just enjoy it anyway. If something's bothering me I always go for a walk to clear my mind.

Anyway, I was at the club with a couple of friends, celebrating my friend Josh's 19th birthday. My 19th birthday was soon to come as well and I was looking very much forward to it. And now I was on my way home.

It was a bit windy and my short red dress wasn't providing me any warmth, so I tugged my black leather jacket tighter around my body. I looked down at my bare legs and noticed the goosebumps.

Another cold wind blew and I shivered. I quickened my steps and tried to walk as fast as I could in my high heels. I wanted to get home as soon as possible. Mostly because I was getting colder and colder by the wind, but also because I wanted to call my best friend about a real hottie I met at the club.

Me and my best friend Rebecca always scoop each other out about everything.

Anything from gossip about other people (not in a mean way though, so don't think we're some sort of wanna-be 'Plastics' or anything) to hot guys and all sorts of other stuff.

And yes, it's 2:am but if I know her rights she's still up. And to be honest, I don't really care if she is or not, she's gonna have to hear this anyway.

Suddently I hear a quiet cry for help. I slowened my steps a little to hear better. I didn't hear anything so I shook it off thinking it was just in my imagination.

"Help me! Some one, please?"

There it was again! I'm sure I heard it for real this time. I stopped to listen more carefully. And to identify where it came from.

"Someone, help me?" This time I was sure I heard it for real, and I could also identify where it came from. I turned around to my left to see a shadow sitting on the ground in the alley. From here it looked like a male figure but I took a few steps closer to get a better look at the person in front of me.

I could now tell the figure was a man. He didn't seem very old though, maybe just a few years older than my self. I'd say mid-twenties or so. As the caring, and curious person I was I couldn't just ignore it so I walked closer.

"Hello? Sir? Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I heard people fight from down the road and when I got closer it seemed to be getting pretty violent. I thought I'd try to stop it so I got inbetween. What I didn't know was that one of the men that were fighting had a gun and he shot me before I could get away. They left after that and now I'm just having trouble getting up."

"Oh dear! Is it bad?" I asked worried.

"I don't know. I don't think it's that bad.."

"Hm...well here, let me help you"

I pulled the man up from the ground. I placed one arm around his waist and put his right arm around my shoulder, trying to support his weight.

When I pulled him up I had a quick look at his face. From the little light that came from the street I could see he had green, piercing eyes and his lips were soft pink and plump. His hair was black as a raven and his skin was pale. He was extreamly good-looking.

"Do you need to get to the hospital?" I asked the man.

His voice suddently changed as he said: