A/N: I'm a huge fan of dark bamon, so I decide to give it a go myself. The subject matters are going to be intense, dealing with drugs, alcohol and sexual abuse. I'm trying to be as realistic as possible pulling from my own experience on some of the subject matters. The road is going to be bumpy but it will lead to a happy ending.

PS: I totally jacked the title from WWE. I'm such a dork.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to L.J. Smith and the CW.

Happy Readings:

Laughter rang through his ears as his lips laid siege to the soft caramel skin of the girl lying naked under him. He placed kiss after kiss on her toned stomach while she ran her slender fingers through his hair. He couldn't get enough of her soft skin against his lips.

He continued to descend down her body to reach her hidden treasure tucked away behind a pair of barely there lace. When he reach the garment he placed a soft kiss on her covered mound before slowly peeling it away from her body.

When her panites where completely off, he was able to marvel at her nude form. Everything about the young woman was perfect to him. He traced the outlines of her curves, burning the hills and valleys of her soft body into his memory.

He lifted his icy blue eyes to meet her emerald green ones, the eyes that had the ability to pierce his soul. As they stared into each other's eyes, he reached up a cupped her face. Slowly he rubbed her cheek with his thumb to calm her nerves.

The smile she graced him left him breathless.

Needing to taste her, he lowered himself back between her creamy thighs. He snaked out his tongue and swiped it from her opening to her clitoris. He slowly swirled his tongue around her clit. He flickered at the bud for several minutes before sucking it into his mouth.

Feeling the grip on his hair tighten, he began to nibble on the sensitive bud.

Gasps and moans were heard echoing throughout the room.

As the caramel legs began to shake uncontrollably around his head, he reached up and gripped her thighs to calm her movements. He gripped her tight, almost afraid to let her go. Once the movements stiffen, he knew she reached the promised land. He then slipped his tongue into her opening to slurp up all her flowing nectar.

After accepting her offering, he made his way back up her curvy body and kissed her hard and passionate. As the kiss continued on, he slipped a single finger into her. He pumped his finger at the pace of their kiss. Another finger joined in stretching and preparing her unused body for his manhood.

Slowly taking his fingers out, he rubbed them against her lips coaxing her to suck on them, tasting her own essence.

He gently laid his forehead on hers as he slowly entered her body.

Never once did the two lovers take their eyes off each other. The need to sketch this moment into their memories was great. For one lover it was the first memory of a new experience and the other it would be the last memory of love.

Shooting upright, Damon awaken with gasp as he struggle for breath. He reached out to his night stand for the half empty bottle of bourbon that sat on top of it. Taking a swig and wiping the sweat for his brows, Damon allowed his thought to drift to her.

For four years he had been plagued with dreams of seeing her eyes light up, hear her laughter tickle his ears and feeling her skin on his fingertips. It was always the same two dreams, one of great happiness and bliss, their first and only time getting lost in each other and the other of great sorrow and pain, of turning their backs on her.

No matter how many women or bottles he drowned in, she was still embedded in his being. So night after night he dreamed of her and the ultimate decision of the family to exile her.

The decision to push her out of the family was one that was not taken lightly. Stefan, Caroline and himself had debated on it for days on end.

This was one of the biggest decision of their young lives. This was a member of their rag tag family. To have to push the girl they grew up with and who was there with open arms as they entered the fray was killing them.

So they sat night after night weighing out the pros and cons with ultimately the pros tipping the scale.

So on a calm and eerily quiet night, the four of them had gathered at Damon's and Stefan's small cramped apartment under the guise of celebrating her and Caroline's upcoming high school graduation.

She had bounced with excitement throughout the dinner. Due to extreme hard work and the need to escape the house and the chaos surrounding her, she was graduating a year early with a full scholarship to NYU.

As talks of future plans waned down, the exile took place.

Damon scuffed at some of the reasons they threw at her.

- This is for your own good.

- We just want to protect you.

- You deserve to finally have a good life.

As Damon continued to reflect back on that moment were four hearts were broken, he gulped down a hefty swallow of his bourbon. No amount of alcohol could erase the look of abandonment on her tear stained face. How she calmly wiped the tears flowing from her now dull green eyes and silently walked out the front door. Never once did she glance back at them as she walked out of their lives.

That was the last time any of them saw her.

All he could do now was reminded himself that was for her own good. That the pain they caused her and themselves was to protect her from a monster.

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this. Please leave a comment/review. Now it's on to writing the next chapter of Shame.