Summary: And this is the story of how Damon Salvatore consumed Elena Gilbert. He didn't use his good looks, or even his sinful body…all he used was a pen and a piece of paper.

Title: Love Letters tied up in Secrets

AN: I know I should be working on "Midnight Visit," or "Razor's Edge," but sometimes I just start writing and well…this is the result. I have to go where the muses move me (silly muses, can't you help me finish "midnight visit? I am working on it, I promise)

Anyway, I have more of this story written, so hopefully I can update and finish this fic before too much time has passed.

This fic is dedicated to Eden, whose stories have me on the edge of my seat and yelling at her characters.

Reviews are love!

Prologue

It started out simply enough. At first I was merely flattered. It was a harmless flirtation, an ego boost. Why would I need to tell my boyfriend about something so inconsequential? After all, it had no bearing on our relationship.

Besides, wasn't a girl entitled to a few harmless secrets every once in a while?

Looking back on those early days, I can see that even then I was in denial. I just didn't want to face it, I was a coward. I was a mere zephyr compared to the hurricane that was Damon's love. And Stefan was as predictable as the sea-breeze, so safe in comparison. After all, how much damage could a breeze make? Hurricanes had the power to demolish.

The first letter came the day after I was rescued from Rose and Elijah.

I had spent the morning palming my necklace, a memory desperately trying to unfurl from the black edges of my subconscious. There was something I was supposed to remember…something about my locket and tears…

To this day I can remember exactly how that first envelop felt in my hands, a slight weight that somehow had my heart dancing to an unknown rhythm (unknown at the time anyway). I remember watching the cream of my hand tremble against the startlingly white envelop as I slid one thick piece of paper out. I barely managed to avoid giving myself a paper cut. The edges of my world blurred, upsetting my balance on reality. Stefan's chatter seemed to fade, along with the sounds of the TV wafting in from the family room.

As I slowly unfolded the single piece of paper my breath caught, the single sentence scrawled in loopy cursive changing what seemed to be the very composition of my body.

My heart bleeds for you, crimson tear drops that prove my misery with its permanent stain.

DS

That was the beginning….and the end.