okay, so new story. This one is EXTREMELY AU as im sure most of you will realise after about five seconds. I haven't come across anything quite like it so far but i thought i'd give the idea a try :)

so I hope youll all enjoy it, the plot is pretty easy to pick up but if you have any questions or want me to clarify on anything just PM me and i'll be happy to answer any queries you may have :D....there should be a new chapter up every three days or so, but until then, any feedback you have is really appreciated and reviews are VERY welcome lol

sooo.....ENJOY :D:D:D

xoxox

Becca

She can see his face, always his face: his eyes sapphire blue and shining, his lips luscious and full and pouting, his forehead creased in a scowl but his eyes dancing with sin. She can see his hair, rumpled deliciously and falling across his forehead. She can feel his hands on her body; caressing her with finger tips of velvet- making her moan, making her scream. His lips come down across her neck and she can feel them nibbling, biting, licking, sucking at the pulse point there, she can feel her teeth sharpening in response, her stomach coiling as his hands slide beneath her skirts. She hears herself whisper out his name as the uncontrollable urge to have him, to taste him overpowers her. She drags his mouth to hers, her mouth harsh and bruising against his, her tongue soft and soothing as she pushes him back against the sheets. He looks up at her, his eyes playful and promising under his dark brows as he tilts his head back invitingly and offers her his throat.

"Damon" you whisper out in reverence. No one has ever tasted as sweet and sinful as he does to you. You are almost reluctant to take from him when he offers himself to you, so precious is he. But you cannot resist, not when he looks at you and sees past the monster others have dubbed you, right into the soul you didn't believe you had until you met him. He is so innocent, so beautifully naive at times- but with a wild streak, one of mischief and sinful delights that thrills you to the bone and makes you wish you never had to let him go.

You lower your mouth to his neck as he rolls his hips torturously into your own and as his hands continue to send you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. You lick the skin with a reverence that surprises even you before opening your moth fully and letting your teeth slice through the layers of skin there; feeling yourself tremble with excitement as his life flows into your mouth and he gasps your name; clutching at you with one hand while the other finally pushes you over the edge.

"Katherine" he screams as you continue to drain the life from his veins, your hands moving expertly over his body; nails digging, fingers smoothing, hips rolling in time with his until he gaspingly chases you over the precipice that tips you both straight into heaven.

You remove your mouth from his neck and glance up playfully into his exhausted eyes as his hands gently smooth down your skirts and come up to encircle your waist; pulling you into him as he smirks lazily up at you. You can feel the blood still dripping sluggishly from your lips, but before you can lick it off he is reaching up and pulling your head down towards his own; his tongue flitting out just as your lips brush his to wipe away the evidence of your inhumanity, taking it into his own body, accepting every single part of you without disgust before your lips crash together again and you are flipped onto your back as he leisurely explores your mouth.

You grin up at him in contentment hours later as you watch the sun slowly set through his window; your head resting gently against his shoulder while he pulls the pristine sheets up over you both to cover your naked bodies and his arms slip around you to hold you to him tightly. He leans down and presses a heartfelt kiss to your forehead and you feel the words slip from your mouth with ease as sleep slowly overcomes you both.

"I love you Damon"

Elena sat up in bed panting as sweat beaded on her forehead and tears dripped slowly from her eyes. She had the dream again, the same one week after week since the start of summer, it was driving her crazy. She didn't know how much longer she could go on like this, being haunted by her own dreams. She could feel her heart racing as she chugged down the glass of water at her bedside and tried furiously to swipe the tears from her cheeks. Giving up and succumbing to the irrationality of it all for a moment, she let herself break down and collapsed back into the pillows sobbing; the feeling of loss- both for her parents and inexplicably, for the man in her dreams. She allowed herself to cry for only a few minutes before forcing herself to pull it together and glancing at her bedside clock. 5:43AM. With a sigh, Elena reached beneath her pillow and grabbed her diary- determined to get all her pent up feelings out before she had to get up for the first day back at school since the crash.

Dear diary,

Today is going to be different, I can feel it...