AN: Just a little one shot that popped into my dead whilst listening to some sad but beautiful music to get me in the right mood to write a chapter of one of my stories… characters are human =)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story

He found himself standing in front of the large Victorian house just as he did every evening at 5:00pm.

He could see her crimson locks through the second story window as she sat on the window seat as she did every day at the same time.

Could see as she raised the violin and the bow preparing to play the sweet music that called to him from the first moment he had heard it.

Damon Salvatore was an outcast, the bad seed of his high school and family if you will.

He got into numerous fights and trouble seemed to find him where ever he was.

So it was surprising that he would be drawn in by something so pure as the sweet sad melody of the violin.

His friends and brother would surely laugh if they knew what his favorite pass time was.

But they didn't and he liked it that way.

It was his little secret, and being the selfish boy he was, he wanted to keep it all to himself.

Though he had never seen the girl behind the music, he was in love.

He would often dream of the day he would have the courage to knock on the door and introduce himself.

To finally see the face of the stranger that had captured his misunderstood heart, without a single word.

He had no doubts that she would be beautiful, and even if she wasn't to others she would always be to him no matter how she looked.

He sighed in contempt as she began to play.

The melody was sad and enchanting… and completely filled with passion.

He stood there watching her ghostly silhouette from the side walk below and let himself get as lost in the melody as he knew she surely was.

His eyes closed as he just listened, lost in thought.

In fact he became so lost in beautiful thoughts of meeting her he didn't hear when the music came to a stop.

He didn't hear the front door of the very house he was standing in front of open and shut.

And he didn't hear the soft footsteps that approached him.

"It's called Shindlers List, just like the movie." A whimsical voice pulled him back to reality.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes.

It was her and he had been right about her being beautiful.

Her crimson locks framed her Heart shaped face beautifully. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him in wonder, and when he looked at her blush crept into her cream colored skin making her look radiant.

She was very petite which he liked being as he wasn't into tall girls anyways.

"The piece I was playing, it's called Shindlers List."

This time it was his turn to blush because he knew he had been caught.

"It was very beautiful." He managed to get out even though he was nervous.

Nervous that she would think he was a creep for standing outside her house when he had never even met her.

"Thank you." She said shyly.

"Your welcome."

They stood there for a moment neither knowing quite what to say.

"So… you like violin music?" She asked.

His eyes widened in shock, he had been sure she was going to tell him to leave, but instead she was keeping the conversation going.

"Well you play with so much passion it's hard to imagine anyone not liking that." He answered honestly.

"I see you everyday out here, I just had to come out and meet you being as I have been playing for you for a while now."

He blushed harder now knowing that he hadn't been just caught today, but she had known he was there every day.

He was searching through his jumbled thoughts trying to find an excuse when she spoke again.

"It's okay, I don't mind. In fact I was going to ask you if you wanted to come in and sit, I am sure you can't be comfortable standing out here."

"You would invite me in when you don't even know me? Let alone my name?" He asked taken aback.

"Yes, well I strangely feel as if I do know you… and as for the name part we can change that. I'm Bonnie." She giggled as she extended her hand to him.

"I'm Damon." He introduced himself as he took her hand in his and instead of shaking it he brought it to his lips causing her to blush.

"So do you want to come in while I practice then?" She asked.

"Okay."

They walked into the house and he sat on the love seat while she played.

This had become a daily ritual from that day after… him coming to her house and her playing music for him.

This is how Damon Salvatore fell in love with the violinist…

AN: okay so yes I should be writing another chapter instead of this but I had to write this to keep from starting another story lol so ya… I might leave this open however and write a Bonnie POV or a whole different story where Bonnie finds Damon… if you want anyways… so R&R =)