Alright, based on the urging of my lovely readers, we have... dun, dun, dun, DUN!

The beginnings of an actual multi-chapter Elena and Damon story! So this is now the first chapter of the fic, which will still be titled "I Wouldn't Mind It At All". Chapter two will be added very, very shortly.

Each chapter will be inspired by a particular song. This one's is still "I Wouldn't Mind It" by HeIsWe.

Enjoy! :)

She knew this was wrong. That the only thing she should be doing is running as fast as she could in the opposite direction. That her parents would have hated to see her this way. Her aunt and brother would be disgusted with her. Her friends would look at her in shame.

That once she started all this, there would be no going back. No do-over button to push, no way of looking over what was about to happen. She looked up at the moon above her, not missing the irony. A full moon. How quaint for the horror story that my life has become. Or will be.

The only other person in the small clearing besides herself stepped closer, his eyes piercing. His look of amusement had long vanished, replaced by genuine curiosity. He wants to know why I've chosen this.

She could barely explain it herself. She would be starting college in a little over a month. She had family and friends she cared for. A life in this small town, where she'd been born and raised. Everything to lose based on what she was agreeing to, asking of him.

The man took a few steps closer. "What made you accept my offer?"

She slid her leather jacket off, and dropped it to the grass below.

"I'm tired," she said simply.

She moved closer to him this time. He made no attempt to speak, so she continued.

"Of being alive, but not really living."

She sighed, stepped closer.

"Of waiting to die," she added softly.

He continued to bore his gaze into her own, standing as still as a marble statue in a cemetery.

She stopped her approach. Bringing herself up to her full height, she gripped her fists tightly.

Determination shone in her features as she finished.

"And I want forever. To experience, to taste, to live."

He sighed heavily this time, tearing his eyes from hers. His hands came up in front, as he gestured around himself. "You want this life... by yourself?"

Her beloved had fled weeks ago. He had changed drastically, after giving up on his eternal struggle. He had frightened her, more so than she had thought possible. His absence ached, but only in the sense that she knew he was no longer a part of her life. She didn't miss the love that they had shared.

"No." Her meaning could not be mistaken, because when his startled look swept over her, she was only looking back at him with respect, and all the lust that had been building inside her, and a quiet admiration.

She knew that he wanted her just as much as she had wanted him. She knew that forever by his side wouldn't necessarily be easy. But she also knew without doubt that he loved her. And that was enough.

His eyes softened, and he finally closed the short distance between them. They were inches apart when he took her hand with both of his own. He softly ran his fingertips over the soft skin. He could hear her heart beating steadily, and could feel the pulse of her life.

She was fragile in the sense that she was human, but stronger under the surface than very few knew. But he had known. He had despised her, lusted after her, protected her, and eventually loved her. And he had known all along that she would know him.

Taking her other hand and grasping them both, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek so lightly that it was barely a touch at all. He grinned his smirk when he heard her heart speed up slightly.

She smiled back at him warmly, fully aware that he knew the effect he had over her.

"I will protect you as long as you ask me to," he told her.

She swallowed, and looked down at their entwined hands. "And love me?"

"Always."

She brought her head back up, and their lips were inches from each other. She would barely have to lean forward. But she wasn't sure. Interesting how I'm sure about damnation, but not sure about a kiss.

Choosing to show her what she meant to him, he looked in her eyes, asking permission. She knew what he wanted, and decided that she wanted this one last time before the change. She looked at his lips, which he had opened slightly in anticipation. He took that as all he needed, and captured her mouth with his own.

The kiss was shockingly chaste, which surprised both of them. But he only allowed one passion to flow through him- the love he had found expectantly.

He broke the kiss in seconds, resting his forehead against hers.

"We'll have all the time in the world."

She simply smiled at him, and nodded. Removing one of her hands, she brought it to the side of his face. Slowly, she moved it down to his jaw line, and then finally to his neck. She tapped it with one finger, as if to say "time's up".

She felt him stiffen.

"Now, Damon."

Oh, she knew this was wrong. That any sane person would have never asked for what she was asking. But she found that she wanted this life, with him.

Knowing full-well that his blood ran through her veins, she grinned at him.

"See you on the other side, yeah?"

He sighed, but smirked anyway. "Of course, Elena."

He pulled the small bottle from his jacket pocket, and swirled it around in the moonlight.

"Bottom's up," he said sarcastically, but with an honest look in his eyes, he handed it to her.

She didn't hesitate to open the cap, and down the contents in one swig. She only had a minute or so now.

He gently lowered them both to the ground, and he pulled her into his lap, her back resting against his chest.

The poison made its way through her, and she slowly drifted out of consciousness with a smile.

Forever is a long time. But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side.

Hope I don't disappoint with chapter two. Reviews would give me encouragement to keep it going :)

Love and smiles, WhereIsYourHeart10