Hanging out in Damon's room

"I would but it's not something i want the world to know about. So i'd appreciate it if you didn't let everyone know." He said his fangs extending at the closeness to her neck. He remembered how she tasted and his mouth watered at the thought of her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him as he playfully traced his fangs along her neck. He tilted his head to the side as if giving her permission and then sunk his fangs into her neck. A slight groan left his lips as the familiar warm blood filled his mouth.

Damon pulled me closer to him. I stopped using my body to hold him against the wall. I moved my head to the side more, giving him direct access to my neck. I knew exactly what he wanted. He suddenly bite me and a groan escaped his lips. I moaned at the sensation, and wrapped my arms around neck. I moved my one arm and bit into his neck. I pushed my body into him more. God I've missed him. His blood still tasted the same.

He let his fangs slide back into his mouth as he drank up her blood. He no longer needed them and they were getting in the way. He slipped one arm up her back to hold back her hair whilst the other was still snaked around her waist pulling her in. No matter how close she was it just wasn't close enough.

He gasped a little, stopping for a split second as her fangs pierced his skin. It had been a while since he'd allowed that to happen. He was always drinking the blood of others and never did they get his in return unless he's managed to take too much. Even then he gave them a wrist. "I'd forgotten how good you taste." He said licking up a bit of blood that had managed to slide its way down her chest. No of it could go to waste.

I drank about as much as he took from me. I retracted my fangs after they punctured his skin. I liked his neck clean. He did the same and he snaked his tongue down my chest so none of my blood was wasted. "You taste exactly the same, god it's been so long." I licked my lips to clean of the blood. I moved my one arm from his neck and wrapped it around his back. "God I've missed you!" I jumped up a little and wrapped my legs around him.

He laughed. "What were you expecting? Cherry flavoured? Im always going to taste the same. I don't like to change. A black rose frozen with time." He whispered the last into her neck, placing a kiss on the new skin where his teeth had pierced her skin.

He placed one hand on the bottom of her back holding her against him and the other on her hip as he moved her back to the bed. "50 years is a long time." He agreed but never muttering her words back to her. He never did.

"Maybe Strawberry flavored!" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes laughing. He placed a kiss on my neck were had had taken my blood. He hold me to him with his one hand on my back and the other on my hip. He held me in place as he made his way to the bed. "Yes it is!" I muttered against his lips as I kissed him.

Damon rolled his eyes, but his face was hidden in her neck so it was wasted. "I just never realised how long until now." He said laying her on the bed so her head ended up on the pillows. Might as well make her comfy whilst they were there.

"It's always fun bringing back old memories!" I said with a sigh as he set me on his bed. My head was on his pillows. "So what is going on in that pretty little head of yours?" I said smirking as I pulled him closer to me.

He sighed and gave her a smile. "I just remembered why i left." He said looking down at her for a second or two before jumping off and straightening his clothes. "So clingy." He said giving her a wink as he headed over to the window. "I don't know about you but i could use a good old drink." He said before flying out the window.

There he went calling me clingy again as he straightened his clothes. Then he winked at me then walked to the window. I quickly grabbed my stuff and sped out of the house before he could finish speaking. "Paybacks a bitch Salvatore." I muttered under my breath before I sped out of town. I needed a drink and maybe kill someone.


I texted him. He'd get the message sooner or later. I only wish that I would get to see his face, when he reads this.

His phone beeped signalling a message and he automatically flipped it open to read. He couldn't help but smirk at the threat. There was just something good about being the victim of a girls threats. As he read on he felt his anger build. He still had mixed emotions about Elena and what she'd said hit below the belt.

He closed his eyes and when he reopened them they were emotionless. He didn't need love to be happy. He was always at his happiest terrorising innocents. So thats what he would do. He'd return to being the lone wolf and return to his old self. It was him against the world again.

He looked at the phone one last time before throwing it into the river, just insight from the house roof he now stood on. Seems his rejection did more to bother people than he thought. A smirk spread across his face before he turned into a crow and flew off, to where ever he felt like going. No more attatchments to tie him down.