Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the quote at the end is from "Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll. I don't own the Vampire Diaries, although I particularly wish I did.

It's been a while since I've posted on . But it seems like a good time to start again. I love this show! And of course, Damon. But for some reason, Damon and Elena doesn't sit well with me, and while Bonnie and Damon are my otp for the show (besides Stefan and Elena who are for sure soul mates fyi), I had this fun little plot bunny running around in my mind for quite sometime! I tried to keep Damon on character, and this isn't going to be one of those stories where he changes quickly and starts actually falling in love with the girl. While I know Damon is capable of love (e.g. KATHERINE), he doesn't seem to be doing so anything soon. I hope you enjoy this! And if you see any of those pesky errors, let me know!

He watched as she fell to her knees in front of him. A seemingly painless movement, but it brought tears to her eyes. He almost felt bad for her, the tiny porcelain frame tumbling to the filthy ground, where he knew it didn't belong.

He'd been watching her for days. It didn't start like that, he didn't search her out on choice. No, he'd stumbled upon her, really. While lurking was one of his favorite 'activities', it didn't start out for her. No, it was the Katherine look-alike. He had been so obsessed, pondering how ever she looked just like Katherine. That's when he first saw her. She had been always around, never in the front of things like the Katherine-clone. No, she would be in the background, quiet.

But he knew better. She wasn't that introverted. She was thinking, watching them as he was watching her. Over the days, he became intrigued. It was as if she, much like himself, was learning and observing everything her peers were doing.

He had also noted she was uncommonly pretty. Not sexy, because he assumed she wouldn't wear anything more revealing than a sundress. But cute, beautiful, and extremely pleasant to look at. He could imagine her being the girl next door type, always there.

Observing her was only part of it, he wanted to feel her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin against his fingertips. And he wanted to smell the sweet scent he imagined lingering on her neck. But most of all, he wanted to taste her. He wanted to taste the sweet, pure, virgin blood coursing through her veins.

He knew, of course he knew she was a virgin. She reeked of chastity. But in a good way, in a very good way. His mouth watered for her. And he was just waiting to make his strike.

Now, before him she knelt. Her knees were filthy from the dirt she rested upon. She tried to catch herself with her hands, but she slipped farther onto the ground. He stood in front of her, his hands at his sides, waiting. She was panting softly and he could hear, no feel the beating of her chest.

It had been her fault, wandering to him in the woods. In fact, he had nothing to do with her coming to him. She had found him all on her own. She was much too curious, and it would be the death of her.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to wander off alone?" he voice was velvety sweet, as he leaned forward slowly to bring himself closer to his prey.

She didn't move, and then to his amazement, started to push herself off of the ground. Normally he would have put her down in a moment, but he was baffled. He watched. Slowly, she pulled herself up in front of him and for the first time he saw her up close.

There wasn't a hint of terror in her eyes, rather they were a pool of twinkling blue, like the ocean. Her cheeks were slightly plump, and a soft natural shade a pink brushed across them. There was a tiny sampling of freckles dancing along her nose, which was small and thin. Her lips, pink with life, pressed together in a soft line. She wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. But there was something different.

For the first time that night, he noticed something different about her. Instead of her usual dresses and skirts and sophisticated tops, she was wearing dark jeans, a black jacket, and black boots. Very deceiving. And while it was step toward sexy, he preferred to see her otherwise.

He tipped his head to the side, admiring her beauty. "What's your name?" The question struck him, why did he ask such a question? Did it really matter anymore? Would he remember it after her body was six feet under the ground in the woods behind his house, drained of her blood?

"Alice," the phrase slipped from her mouth almost angelically, but he could sense fear in it.

He couldn't help but think of the irony of her name.

"Well Alice," he breathed, "this is just getting curiouser and curiouser."

If you don't know, the quote above is from Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland, which also slightly inspired this story. I have to say, it's one of my favorite stories.

This is just a preview type for the rest of the story, so don't expect it to pick up right from here, we're going back in time my friends. Reviews would be PERFECT. Thanks everyone! I hope you enjoyed!