Beating Around the Bush

by wordpresswhisperer@gmail.com | Mar 4, 2014

*Beating Around the Bush*
(March One Shot Entry)

Klaus sat in the corner of the small bar nursing a glass of bourbon. It was a Friday night and usually he would avoid somewhere like this, full of humans and busy, but he couldn’t help himself. It was the same thing that had drawn him back nearly every evening for the last week and a half; a tiny brunette barmaid.

He had gone into the bar, Rousseau’s, with Elijah the first time he’d encountered her. They were there for some trivial reason or another and he had stopped to speak to Cami when she had breezed in through the door, all long dark hair and dark eyes and a scent that made him want to just follow her around all day sniffing her.

She had waved at Cami and continued on her way to behind the bar, disappearing out the back; to stash her jacket he presumed. His eyes had followed her without his permission, roaming over her petite frame and as he’d turned back to Cami, his mind suddenly blank, he found her smirking at him.

“Do you need a moment to pop your eyes back in your head there?” she had asked and Klaus had been completely and infuriatingly unable to think of a suitable response. Fortunately Elijah had come to his aid, stating he was ready to leave and Klaus had managed to save a miniscule amount of face; even if Elijah had looked far too entertained by it all.

Of course, Cami wasn’t stupid and she knew exactly why he had been in there for a least a brief visit almost every night since. She never said anything but her amused smirks and knowing looks declared it all for her. It was lucky for her that she was one of the few people he actually respected; otherwise he wouldn’t have taken too kindly to her subtle mocking.

Refusing to ask Cami about the newest staff member like a teenage boy with a crush would, he had instead compelled several people for information and had found out the girl’s name; Isabella Swan – though by all accounts she preferred Bella – and that she came from Forks, Washington. She had remained tight-lipped about her reasons for moving so far away, though Klaus would have bet anything that it was more than just a bad break-up.

He had watched her closely each time he’d been in and had quickly seen that for a barmaid she was ridiculously clumsy, though there was an odd kind of grace about her despite that. He had also observed, much to his displeasure, that he was not the only one to notice her appeal.

Night after night he had watched various men make their moves on her while she had simply brushed them off, blushing beautifully as she did. He had been vaguely amused the first couple of times it had happened but now it was seriously pissing him off. He had already lost count of the humans he had compelled to stop their flirting with her. There may have been a few broken fingers and hands involved too, just for good measure.

Vampires were a whole other issue. With a scent like hers it was no wonder they were drawn to her like cats are to catnip. Luckily for him – and for them – most of the vampires had been put off of pursuing her the minute they saw him in the bar, still there had been a very stupid minority. Klaus liked to think he had done the vampire race a service by culling those brainless few.

Though one of said brainless few had provided some interesting information before he’d died screaming. It appeared that the delightful Miss Swan could not be compelled, yet there was no trace of Vervain on or in her. Klaus had made that vampire’s death extra special for daring to try and compel her but it was useful information to have.

Watching now as yet again some dim-witted excuse for a man tried to charm his way into her knickers, Klaus felt his anger rising. He was definitely going to need to hurt somebody before the night was through at this rate.

Cami, having a good eye for spotting trouble brewing, took in Klaus’ murderous countenance as he watched Bella being hit on and decided to step in. She knew full well what he’d been doing to Bella’s unfortunate suitors and as long as he wasn’t doing any permanent damage to the human customers she had let it go; but judging by his expression and rigid posture this new one would not survive the night if she didn’t do something. Bella didn’t enjoy all the attention from them anyway and would be glad of a diversion; Cami had a sneaking suspicion that a diversion in the form of Klaus would be very welcome for Bella.

Inspiration struck and Cami grabbed a cloth and headed over to Bella. Pointing her towards the quiet corner where Klaus was sitting she told her to give the tables a quick wipe and then take her break. If Klaus had any sense he would take advantage of the opportunity she was practically gift-wrapping for him and actually strike up a conversation.

Bella walked over to the corner and smiled nervously at the man sitting there. She recognised him of course, he had been in nearly every evening and a face like his was hard to forget.

The first time she’d seen him she was just coming into work. He was standing talking to Cami but by the time she had come back from ditching her coat, he was gone. Too embarrassed to admit she was crushing on a man she had never even spoken to, she had decided against asking Cami more about him.

His eyes flicked to behind Bella, where Cami was standing at the bar waving sarcastically at him. She mouthed that Bella was due a break and Klaus didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle the blond or send her flowers.

He snapped his attention back to Bella who was wiping over a table nearby, close enough that he could easily pick up her scent. Again it hit him like a wrecking ball and he fought the urge to just bury his face in her neck and breathe her in. Instead he clenched his fist under table and internally berated himself for being unable to think of a single way to strike up a conversation without being just like every asshole coming onto her in this bar.

He was a thousand years old dammit, and known for being able to charm his way into anything when he wanted… so why had that ability suddenly deserted him? The fates appeared to be smiling on him tonight though, as when she got closer she tripped seemingly on thin air, and practically fell into his lap.

His arms shot up, gently catching her just before she face planted right into his crotch, because appealing as the thought of any part of her there was, it really wouldn’t have been the ideal way for her to get close to that area of him.

Smoothly helping her get her balance he genuinely smiled at her flustered, blushing apology. “It’s quite alright love, though I should at least get the pleasure of your name if you’re going to make a habit of it.”

Again the blush spread across her cheeks as she told him her name and Klaus found himself enchanted by it. Just as he was trying to decide on the best way to get her to sit with him for a while Cami appeared, handing Bella a glass of coke and telling him to ‘keep Bella company on her break’.

Flowers… Cami was definitely getting flowers…

Seeing Bella looking a bit nervous he had told her she was welcome to join him; and much to his pleasure she’d sat down with a shy smile.

That was how it had started. Once they had gotten talking they hadn’t stopped, though she’d been quiet to begin with, Klaus quickly found that he enjoyed her company immensely. For the next couple of weeks he was there for a least a short visit every evening Bella worked, and every break she had she would spend talking to him.

She had admitted fairly quickly that she was aware he wasn’t human and one quiet weeknight he had told her a good deal of his history. He had been worried it might frighten her off, but to his astonishment, on the very next quiet evening in the bar she had told him her story in return.

He had been equal parts amazed and angry as she’d described the ‘family’ of cold ones and their treatment of her, how they had left her behind with knowledge that could get her killed and loose ends that had almost gotten her family killed. The part that had floored him though was how she had left everything behind, cutting ties to everyone she knew in order to keep them safe.

That was the night he had admitted to himself that he truly cared about her, as he swore to himself that he would hunt down this Victoria that was still out there plotting her death, little knowing that it would soon be much easier to find her than he thought.

On his return home he had proceeded to finally admit to Elijah why he had been disappearing on a regular basis. Elijah of course already knew exactly where his younger brother had been going but had been glad to have him finally being honest about it.

He had accompanied him to Rousseau’s several times since, also appreciating Bella’s company and finding it far too entertaining to watch Niklaus’ issues with her various suitors.

Bella seemed to understand that it was an occupational hazard of working in a bar and simply brushed them off politely, but Niklaus took exception to each and every one of them, and the more persistent or audacious ones were probably lucky to get away with just a couple of broken bones to go with their compulsion.

The thing that really amused both Elijah and Cami as time went on was the fact that despite his determined efforts to eliminate all of Bella’s unwanted admirers and his obvious affection for her, he had yet to make a single move of his own.

Bella stood behind the bar as she drifted in her thoughts, half listening to the chatter of the couple of regulars they had in that night. Cami was taking her break, reading a magazine at the end of the bar and it was quiet enough that Bella could let her mind wander.

New Orleans was unexpectedly becoming a real home for her. She liked the people, the lifestyle and she liked a certain hybrid a lot too, though she would only admit that to herself.

She hadn’t known what to make of Klaus at first, especially after that embarrassing first meeting, but he’d kept coming back. Each time he came in he would stay to spend her break with her while they talked about anything and everything. She had surprised herself when she’d told him her story; she’d never told anyone the full tale, but then he had trusted her with his.

Lost in thought as she was, Bella didn’t notice someone new walking into the Rousseau’s, stopping as they entered and staring at her with a vicious sneer. It was only as they approached and she heard a high, cold “Hello Bella” that she looked up and froze.

Cami looked up from her magazine as a red-head approached Bella, something instinctually ringing alarm bells for her. Seeing Bella’s face drain of all colour she slipped her phone out of her pocket and dashed off a quick text to the number Klaus had given her for emergencies, because something in her gut told her that this was definitely an emergency.

Only a couple of tables away a New Orleans vampire had watched as the cold one entered the bar and approached the human. He was here under orders to report to Klaus or Elijah if anything strange happened, and without a doubt this qualified as something strange. Correctly guessing that the nearby blonde bartender would probably be texting Klaus, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Elijah.

Across town the Original brothers both put their hands in their pockets as simultaneously their phones went off. Exchanging a quick look they both growled as they read the messages sped from the room, abandoning their conversation with Marcel and leaving him wondering what the hell could have happened to make both vampires leave so fast that even he had trouble seeing the movement.

Bella stood facing the woman who had haunted her nightmares and was suddenly angry. “All this time Victoria… what, did you wait until I was actually almost happy?” she asked bitingly.

Victoria looked at her disdainfully, “Of course, no fun killing you if you’re miserable now is it?” She looked around the bar distastefully, “Though I can’t see exactly what about this place would make anyone happy. Still, Bella,” she sneered her name, “You have two choices. You can either make this easy and just come with me, so I can kill you… or you can make this hard, and I will kill everyone here and then still kill you.”

The fight drained out of Bella as she thought it over for a second. There was no way out that she could see, and she refused to endanger innocent people. Just as she was about to answer, a smooth voice cut her off.

“I don’t think the lady finds either option appealing… might I suggest a third one?” Bella wanted to cry as she saw the two Originals standing on either side of Victoria, having materialised out of nowhere. She almost wanted to tell them to be careful, but although she had never seen them in action, instinct told her that Victoria was actually the one in danger now.

Victoria seemed to agree with that assessment as she tried to back away, Niklaus’ hand flashing out and tightly gripping her elbow preventing her from actually getting anywhere.

“Now love,” he said mockingly, his falsely polite tone oddly disturbing when paired with his rage filled blue eyes. “You didn’t ask what the third option is.”

“That’s fine, whatever it is I’ll take it.” Victoria was still trying to unsuccessfully back away.

Both brothers smirked unpleasantly. “I’m pleased to hear that,” Elijah said, his voice like ice as he laid a hand on her shoulder, “You will allow us to escort you out.”

Recognition dawned on Victoria as she realised she was in a situation that even she couldn’t escape from. She struggled futilely but was no match for the brothers as they easily steered her out the door and to a nearby alleyway.

Bella sagged as Cami appeared next to her, hugging her. “Are you alright?” The blonde asked and Bella nodded shakily, flinching slightly when she distantly heard the distinct sound of tearing metal from somewhere outside as Victoria was no doubt being disposed of.

The brothers walked back inside, Elijah wiping his hands on a handkerchief as they surveyed the bar. Satisfied that no one else in the place had noticed anything was amiss, they headed back towards Bella and Cami.

“Ladies, are you both okay?” Elijah asked quietly as Cami poured them all a glass of bourbon, waving off the vampires’ attempts to pay.

Niklaus stood drink in hand, watching Bella as she blushed under his intense gaze. “Come home with me tonight.” He said suddenly, mentally kicking himself for blurting it out like an overeager teenager.

“What?” Bella breathed, beyond surprised, “Why?”

His face softened then, a little smile forming as he looked at her. “Sweet little Bella, you know why… and no, it isn’t just to keep you protected.”

The smile on his face widened when she eventually nodded shyly, blushing a delightful cherry red as she did.

Elijah and Cami both looked on amused, the latter telling Bella to just go ahead and leave early for the night. Elijah watched them depart with a chuckle before turning back and ordering another drink. He would give his brother some space tonight, and perhaps he could get to know Cami a little better.

Bella walked along beside Klaus as he carried her overnight bag, a faint blush still staining her cheeks. They had stopped at her small rented room so she could pack her small bag and she had made a point of inviting him in, knowing that she was sending a very clear message with that action.

Klaus had smirked at her racing heart as he’d entered and stepped closer to her, moving forward as she timidly edged back until her back pressed against the wall. She had let out a nervous squeak when he’d placed his hands either side of her, effectively caging her in, and then all rational thought had fled once he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers.

The memory made her blush deeper and she swore her lips were still tingling from the spectacular kiss he’d laid on her, and he really was spectacular at it. At twenty-two she was no virgin, but she wasn’t exactly what you could call experienced either, and she’d been embarrassing close to rubbing up against him like a cat in heat from just that kiss alone.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how she looked at it, he had slowly pulled back before gently reminding her to pack herself a bag, and now she found herself walking beside him as they made their way to his home, when in a move she never would have expected from him he reached out to take her hand.

Still keeping hold of her, Klaus led Bella into the courtyard area of his abode and up the stairs, not bothering to acknowledge any of the vampires who were looking on curiously as they passed.

They reached his bedroom, and as he shut the door firmly behind them he turned to look at Bella intensely. “Are you sure about this, love? I could still let you leave now, if it is what you truly desire…” His eyes all but glowed as he looked at her in a way that sent a flash of heat through her and made her knees go weak.

“If I have you in my bed, then there’s no going back, do you understand? You’d be mine… and I’m a possessive bastard.”

Bella leant in towards him. She’d never been more certain in her life than she was in this moment. “I’m sure,” she breathed as she softly kissed the corner of his mouth, then she smiled, “Possessive huh? So that was you scaring off anyone who hit on me.”

Klaus rested his hands on her hips, pulling her against him. “Guilty as charged love.” He smirked then kissed her again, backing her up towards his bed.

It was an ocean of sensation and Bella was lost in it. Hands, fingers, lips and tongue all played their parts as he made her cry out in blinding pleasure, over and over. When at last he slipped into her, Bella had almost sobbed at the sheer ecstasy of it as he moved, their sweat slicked bodies sliding together.

She could not have counted how many times he had made her scream out in completion that night, but she had eventually drifted off to sleep sometime in the early morning, feeling thoroughly ravaged in all the best ways as she lay with her head on Klaus’ chest, his bare skin warm under her cheek as she listened to his slow heartbeat.

After that first night with him she had stayed with him through the following day, spending much of it in his bed as they talked and laughed and enjoyed each other. They had only emerged in the evening, when their need for real food had finally overwhelmed their need for each other.

At his insistence she had stayed again the next night, and the night after that and so on until they gave up the pretence that she would actually spend a night away from him and just packed up her few belongings and moved her in.

It was several weeks later and a busy night in Rousseau’s. A lot had changed for Bella following that first night with Klaus, or Nik as she usually called him – favouring that over the name everyone else knew him by.

Life with Nik wasn’t always easy, but Bella had never been happier. She had been half in love with Nik already so it hadn’t taken much for her to fall completely, and she knew without a doubt that he loved her just as much in return.

Her relationship with Elijah had quickly grown too, and in him she had found a good friend, brother, and confidante.

Distracted from her thoughts by an overly flirtatious patron, she smiled as she caught Nik glaring at the man who was trying to gain her favour, and was completely unsurprised when the same man seemed to vanish no more than a few moments later.

A giggle escaped her as she saw Nik saunter back into the bar looking extremely pleased with himself, and taking advantage of a quiet moment, she slipped through the crowd to where he was sitting with Elijah.

“Hello, love.” Nik smiled roguishly as she approached, standing up to kiss her.

“Mmm,” Bella hummed against his lips, “Feel better now?” She asked with a grin.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, love.” He replied his eyes gleaming mischievously.

“No, of course you don’t.” Bella laughed.

She stood there for a few moments, content to stay in his arms while there was a lull in people waiting to be served. A muttered oath from Elijah got her attention and she fought back the laugh as she followed the direction he was staring in. Another one of those slightly drunk and very eager patrons had decided unwisely that Cami was his latest target.

Bella and Niklaus exchanged an amused look as Elijah made a beeline for the unfortunate man as he left the bar after Cami firmly but politely refused his offer to buy her a drink.

“I guess he has the same possessiveness issues as you do,” Bella said dryly, “Has he even tried telling her that he likes her?”

“I don’t believe so,” He replied smirking “We Mikaelsons are not always the most straightforward of men.”

“I just hope he doesn’t beat around the bush as long as you did, he really should just ask her on a date, or even just to come home with him…” she smirked up at him, “I mean it worked for you.”

Nik chuckled as he pulled her closer. “It did indeed love, it did indeed.”

*The End*

Fight

by wordpresswhisperer@gmail.com | Mar 3, 2014

Sookie was getting ready for work at the club her and her mates owned. She decided to dress a little differently tonight and put on her shortest pair of jean shorts and a v neck cut off tee shirt. She drove to work and noticed that Eric wasn’t there yet. She got behind the bar and started to set up for opening. People started pouring in and started hitting on her like normal. She didn’t notice her jealous mates come in through the back as someone grabbed her ass for like the twentieth time that night. Little did she know that they had been watching her all night getting hit on by both men and woman and all the ass grabs she had to deal with so they finally decided to intervene. Since it was their club and it was a supernatural place only where they could rule with an iron fist. The mates started to talk to the ones that were really pushing the rules. And if that didn’t work let the brawl begin.

One Night in Bon Temps

by wordpresswhisperer@gmail.com | Mar 2, 2014

Merlotte’s, as usual, is packed with the taps flowing and the big game on. Jane Bodehouse is holding down her standard spot at the bar while becoming steadily more drunk; her inhibitions slowly flying out the window. A very worn out Sheriff Dearborne and Dectective Andy Bellefleur sit down at the last available booth, giving their orders to Lafayette on the way to their seats. Lafayette wants to protest that this isn’t a walk up window where you place your order, but he knows it’s pointless to argue. Jason Stackhouse and Hoyt Fortenberry sit with the rest of the road crew enjoying a few rounds, relaxing after the long hours in the hot Louisiana sun. All the while, two ancient vampires sit occupying a booth, unable to tear their eyes from a petite blonde waitress darting between tables.

The vampires and this particular waitress, however, are anything but typical. In fact, unbeknownst to the average patrons of the establishment, they are a rare mated trio the likes of which the world has yet to see.

Godric and Eric sit in their favorite booth which is conveniently located in Sookie’s section. Neither like that their young mate feels the need to work, let alone for the shifter Sam Merlotte who has harbored unrequited desires for their Sookie for years. However, like nearly everything pertaining to her – her safety being the obvious exception – they seemed incapable of denying her.

So there they sat nearly every single Friday because the thought of not being near her was unbearable, the pain made worse by the fact that neither was capable of claiming her publicly as their own at the current time.

With every lap Sookie makes around the restaurant, the patrons become increasingly worse. Eyes linger on her generous curves, tongues loosened and advances are consistently made. The alcohol consumption causes many a man to nearly lose his life, or at the very least his hand, each time they interact with her. Eric is a fan of his little mate’s body – Gods knew well how he’d spent many a night worshiping her from sun down to sun up – but she was his to worship, not theirs!

“Godric, don’t you think there is something less revealing than those tiny shorts that Sookie could be wearing? As her future maker, you might want to mention this to the shifter,” Eric growls out as yet another hand attempts to brush over her ass.

Godric, who seemed perpetually calm in nearly every situation, just chuckles at his childe and mate’s predictable reaction to the situation. “Now Eric, you know that I enjoy the fruits of Sookie’s annoyance in the event of our stopping by Merlotte’s to surprise her, but we must avoid unduly upsetting her. She tends to become angry with our meddling and currently appears too busy for such distractions. We must not slow her down or we risk her ire over more than our aversion to her uniform.”

True, Eric does know this as there had been multiple ‘talks,’ as Sookie defines them, regarding him becoming overly possessive while she was working, which more often than not resulted in the lowering amount of her evening tips.

“Fine,” he says grudgingly. “But I swear the next guy who tries to touch what’s mine-”

“Ours,” Godric interrupts.

“I mean ours, is losing the offending limb!” Eric declares.

“Relax, my childe. You must remember that there is no competition here. We have already championed her. These men can only look upon her and want what we have,” Godric reminds Eric for the second, or maybe third, time that night.

Though Eric is only partially listening to what his maker is saying as he is too busy watching another drunk coming on to their Sookie.

He is barely aware of the growl emanating from his chest yet Sookie hears the sound quite clearly over the noise in the bar and she responds with an other half-hearted scowl to their booth. She is well aware that being the mate of two ancient and powerful vampires meant that some possessive growling came with the territory and if she is being honest with herself, she had to admit it kind of turned her on.

She also knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she was to stop using her telepathy at work, even just for a moment, then the drunk male residents of the backwater town she resided in would be limping out of the bar or, far more likely, it’d be worse than a simple limp. The metaphorical short leash she supposedly kept her mates on while in public would likely snap if any of these men were to actually touch her, no matter how brief the contact.

Knowing this, she once again ‘hears’ the thoughts of the man she’s talking to just in time to move away at the last second, avoiding the unwanted contact of his hand upon her.

A few tables over, this near miss doesn’t go unnoticed. Eric is now openly seething at the nerve of the drunken hick who tried to touch his Sookie. Looking away from her for the briefest of minutes, he notices his beloved maker and mate who was always so unflappable appearing almost shaken. He can’t stop the quiet chuckle that comes forth at the sight.

“What’s wrong Godric? You suddenly seem a bit tense. Is everything alright?” he jokes, knowing this is indeed a rare occurrence.

Having to control his beast for the first time that evening, Godric can’t help but notice that the last schurke (scoundrel) nearly touched his mate; his skin had almost touched hers. He is well aware that had his Sookie not moved when she had, it would have ended in a contest between him and Eric to see who could remove the culprit’s hand, as well as the limb attached to it, first.

In a race between himself and Eric, he has the upper-hand where sheer speed is concerned since he is much older. However, when it comes to their Sookie, Eric has this ability to be at her side with more than just supernatural speed, almost like magic. It made it a fun contest to see who could reach her first and one never wanted to be the schurke (scoundrel) facing the winner, no matter who it ended up being as they were both equally matched in their tempers. If only his Sookie would let them have some fun with the townspeople…

He is fully aware that his kind must remain hidden for a few years more until the Authority conducts the Big Reveal. He finds himself musing over the certainty that soon he will be able to claim his love, both of them, as his own. He can hardly wait. He appreciates how spectacular their Sookie will be as both his childe and as their mate.

Eric can’t help the curiosity he is feeling. Based on the roller-coaster of emotions that Godric is taking him on through their bond, his normally composed maker is feeling anything but. As Eric repeats his jest, he is quite surprised by the unusual situation they are in. He, too, is brought back to a recent conversation with their nest.

They all know and acknowledge that Godric, as head of the bloodline, is also head of the nest. He does hesitantly admit, though, his agreement with what Adele had said to Jason several times to explain the unique dynamic of their relationship to him. While Godric and Eric may be strong and ancient vampires, they are totally overpowered by the tiny blonde telepath. He reluctantly accepts that with a single look or word she can bring the two feared vampires to their knees; she is the one wearing the pants in their relationship, though said pants are ones that both he and Godric paid for.

Sookie has just finished checking all of her tables; well, all save the one with her mates. Deciding that she is ready for a break, she heads to the bar to refresh the drinks her vampires are pretending to consume. On her way to their usual booth, she spares them a look and notices that both seem to be lost in their own minds. She giggles at this while she heads toward her loves. Seeing them staring as if at nothing, she momentarily drops her guard for just a second, but that is all it takes.

Mike Spencer, seeing both of Sookie’s hands full, makes a swipe at her ass. When she doesn’t move away, he drunkenly mistakes this as an invitation to grab and squeeze her backside. What he doesn’t notice is the two completely incensed vampires who are now snarling a few tables over.

Sookie immediately turns to Mike Spencer and reflexively pours both drinks on top of his head. She quickly goes to her irate mates, all the while grumbling about stupid, careless humans pushing possessive vampires over the edge.

Catching the eyes of both her mates she begs them through the bond to stay in the booth and not cause a scene, already knowing it was too late.

“Gott verdammt! Versuchen Sie, und berühren, was mein ist! Sie Schuft bezahlen!” (God dammit! Try and touch what is mine! You will pay scoundrel!)

Godric stands just outside the booth, seething and fully prepared to rend and destroy. His extraordinary control is all but a memory; he is seeing red and feeling the need to protect his fragile mostly human mate. He sees his Sookie pleading with her eyes to keep it together and reluctantly contains his most basic instincts, unable to deny his Sookie what she needs.

Across from him stands his crazed Viking childe nearing a berserker rage.

“Du har inte bara jävla röra henne! Hon är MIN! Jag kommer att döda dig var du står din jävla skit!” (You did not just fucking touch her! She is MINE! I will kill you where you stand you fucking piece of trash!) Eric roared.

Rationality gone, all he can do is imagine scenario after scenario of ways to get between his tiny mortal love and the vile creature who dared touch what is HIS. Seeing his beloved beseeching him to calm down has the same feeling of a bucket of cold water being dumped over him.

His hands are instinctively reaching for her, needing her close. The genuine scowl gracing her lovely face has him stopping short.

Upon arriving at the booth, Sookie knows she needs to nip this in the bud. She can’t have her mates making a scene every time an incident occurs. She looks at both of her vampires with the most serious expression she can muster, knowing that, until now, no amount of talking has ever worked to tame her Eric’s possessive side. She has zero desire to change him, being madly in love with who he is and knowing he is naturally perfect for her. Really, she just wants the constant MINE crap to end, at least in public while at her job.

Sookie looks to her Godric, her level-headed confident mate and can’t help but break her sober demeanor a bit. “Not you too! Seriously you guys!” she half-heartedly exclaims.

Seeing the cheeky smiles on both her mates she replies, “Alright, it’s time for all the insufferably cocky vampires to go home.”

With a wink at both of them, she turns to leave before either can respond with a witty double entendre about being cocky.

Standing to leave, both vampires place a generous tip on the table and begin to exit the building. They are in good spirits as they were able to see their Sookie, which was always a joy, while being entertained as best they can as she works.

“Well Godric, another enjoyable night at Merlotte’s. She was almost able to keep up the appearance that she was actually angry. Oh well, there’s always next week.”

“Too true, my son. Come to think of it, I believe our Sookie is working both Friday and Saturday next week. I can’t wait. I don’t know about you, but I have come to love our nights in Bon Temps.”

“As do I! It’s always worth the price of admission. Now let’s get home like our little Sookie said.”

With that both vampires flew off into the night.

Taking A Gamble

by wordpresswhisperer@gmail.com | Mar 1, 2014

It was a hot and humid day and the traffic was heavy. I was headed to the city of sin, that’s Las Vegas for those of you that don’t know. I was done with Mystic falls and all the judgy little hypocrites that live there. I decided it was time to live my life the way I want to live it. Everyone thought they knew me, that I could be good like Saint Stefan. Truth of the matter is that he is not the saint they all think of him to be. In fact, he’s the biggest hypocrite of them all. As for me, I have made a complete fool of myself. I spent 145 years trying to find a way to get one Katherine Pierce out of a tomb that was spelled by some really bitchy holier-than-thou witches. Then, I find that she wasn’t there. I turn my life around and actually start to care about the people in the town, wanting to protect them. That little sentiment backfired on me when I started to have feelings for Katherine’s little doppelganger, Elena. I did everything I could to show her I care, to earn her affections and how does she repay me? She falls in love with Elijah and chooses him! It’s always someone else that gets chosen. It’s never me. Don’t I deserve to have someone, too, or am I eternally damned to be alone? If so, you can bet your ass I am going to make the best of it and make it fun. This little trip to Vegas is only the beginning. I put on my Ray Bans, put the top on down on my Camaro and floor it up the highway. Sin City awaits.

I reach Vegas sometime in the late afternoon. I checked in to a hotel and dumped my bags and leather jacket in the room. It would look a little weird running around in the hot weather with a leather jacket on. I unbutton my shirt and swamp it out for a black tee that shows of my body. The ladies always fall for my good looks and my charm. It never hurts to play it up. With this in mind, I headed out to the nearest bar.

I have been sitting at the bar drinking my bourbon and scoping out the place. I needed some blood and sex. The girls were parading around in skimpy clothes, showing the world what they had to offer. I chuckle at the men who leer at them, acting as if they never seen a woman’s naked body before. As usual, I am the man of the hour and women are throwing themselves at me. I am not turned on by the offerings clad in neon spandex or sequined tank tops so I compel them away. I am in no mood to put up with ditzy conversation and I really don’t want to bang something that smells like a brothel. For once, I’d actually like to meet a decent woman, enjoy some old fashioned seduction, flirting, intelligent conversation, and a night filled of mind-blowing sex. The pickings seem severely lacking until my eye catches a hot little brunette making her way towards the bar. She’s not the typical, little wanna-be vixen that often patrols around these places. No, she has an almost innocence to her at first glance, but then you see her eyes. She has big brown eyes I could get lost in. They are the eyes of an old soul that hold the wisdom of the world in them, they hold pain and sorrow, too. I wonder briefly who or what the hell caused someone so much pain. I take in her face, and she is gorgeous. Her skin is pale, making her eyes stand out even more. Her lips are plump and rosy and my mind flashes to what I’d like those lips to do. She doesn’t seem like that kind of girl but hey, I’m Damon Salvatore! I’m always up for a challenge! I see her sit down at the other end of the bar, so I get up and make my way to her. Let the games begin.

I am half way there before I see a group of young guys surround her, probably thinking she’s easy pickings since she is alone. She tenses up and tries to ignore them. There is a guy on each side of her, leaning on the bar.

“Sorry fellas, I’m not interested.” I hear say. Her voice is sweet, almost like honey. She is being way too polite and I don’t think she knows how to handle these pimply faced, hormone driven assholes.

“Oh, come on Sugar, I think you’d like what I have to offer…” One punk says.

The brunette looks up, meeting his eyes and I see a fire burn in them. “Not likely” she says, shrugging her shoulders. Then she looks down his body and back up to his face. A small smile graces her face as she adds, “So put your gun away, you won’t be needing it tonight, Cowboy. “ I chuckle at her brush off. Feisty, I like it! Most of the guys back off, not wanting trouble, but the two on either side of her don’t seem to take the hint. ‘Cowboy’ grabs her wrist and gets down in her face “You don’t know what you’re missing, Darlin’.” For some reason this makes me see red. I may be an ass, but I have never forced myself on a woman. I never had to. Getting rid of them, well, that’s another story. That’s where compulsion comes in quite handy.

As I move closer to them, I hear her speak up, “Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m not missing much, since you have so little to offer, if you know what I mean.” My, my, my, snarky, aren’t we?

She flinches as the guy tightens his hold around her wrist. “Now listen here Missy, no one turns me down, no one” he snarls at her. The girl hasn’t been here ten minutes and she’s already about to be assaulted. That has to be a record somewhere. I find myself standing behind him. I cross my arms.

“I think the lady turned you down twice, if I’m counting right. So how about you take your rodeo somewhere else? Hmm?”

The man cocks his head and glares at me. He releases the girl’s wrist, then turns around to fully face me. He stands up, peering down at me using his height and size to intimidate me. As if he could! I roll my eyes internally at the thought. “I don’t see you heading West anytime soon, Cowboy. Do I have to go all Patty Garrett on ya?” I shrug and look him in the eye. “Well?”

He doesn’t say anything as he snarls and grabs my shirt with one hand, pulling his fist back with the other. I let him think he’s going to make contact, and at the very last second I easily catch his fist in my hand. I grin as I crunch the bones in his hand. He turns red in the face to either keep from screaming out in pain, or from anger. Not exactly sure which, and I don’t really care. I grip his chin, making him look at me so I can compel him, “You will never bother the lady again. You are going to get your buddies, get out of here and never come back.” I let go of his hand and he looks at me and walks off. I make sure he does as he was compelled to do and turn to the girl.

She was sitting there, eyes wide with shock. She timidly looked up at me “How? Wh-What? Who are you?” She stutters out. I offer her a smirk and move to stand closer to her. “You broke his hand!” she blurts out.

I can hear her rapid heartbeat and her scent hits me in full force. She smells of strawberries and freesia, it’s absolutely scrumptious. I close my eyes briefly and run my tongue over my gums to gain control of my senses. It happens too fast for human eyes to see. I focus on her face and reply to her, “Why yes, I did sweetheart, I think the dick deserved it, don’t you?” Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline and her eyes widen even further in shock. It’s almost comic book worthy. I would have laughed if I didn’t think it would offend her. “May I sit down?” I say, gesturing to the stool next to her. She gains her composure and nods.

Once I sit down, she turns to me and gives me a wan smile. “Thank You” she says. Her voice is soft and sincere. It completely floors me because no one has ever thanked me for helping them. I nod my head and smirk. She smiles back. All I could think was that she was even more beautiful when she smiles. “I’m Isabella Swan, but please, call me Bella.” Bella…How fitting! It means beautiful in Italian.

She offers her hand out to me and I take it, kissing her knuckles. It’s an old school move that makes the ladies melt every time. I then look up into her face “Damon Salvatore, pleased to meet you.” Her smile gets even bigger and I find myself returning it with one of my own. She blushes, “Salvatore means savior in Italian, right?” she asked. Bella seems so shy and so sweet. I didn’t know they still had girls like this around, sweet, feisty, shy, beautiful, and snarky. Let’s not forget that pretty little head, either. The recipe for the perfect woman. But, I have lived a long time, and I know from personal experience that people may not always be who they seem to be. I nod my head in response to her question and smirk “Why yes it does, Bella. I take it you know Bella is Italian for beautiful?” She blushes again, and I wonder just how far that blush goes.

She takes a deep breath and says “Yes, I do. Doesn’t really fit for me, though.”

What? Is she crazy? “You’re kidding me!? Bella…” I chuckle, “You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, never doubt your beauty, never.” She looks down into her drink and her shoulders slump. I watch her for a moment. I reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Bella, I’ve known you all of twenty minutes and I see how beautiful and intelligent you are. What in the world would ever make you think otherwise?” She turns her head back to me and her face looks absolutely shattered and her eyes are misty. It’s not a look I like on her and I want it gone. I feel a need growing inside me to protect her, I don’t know where it’s coming from and I don’t understand it, but my instincts are screaming at me to do so. I tug lightly on her hair to get her attention. “Do I need to go defend your honor again? I can break their hand, too, you know?” I smirk at her, to lighten the moment, but I am serious. If anyone dares hurt her while I am around, I will rip their head off.

She shrugs and bites her lip. That makes Big Damon twitch and I have to shake my head to keep my thoughts from wandering. “It doesn’t really matter, Damon. It’s just someone once told me I was beautiful. He also told me he loved me and then he left. It just took me so long to get over it. I have never seen myself as beautiful, I am just a plain, boring girl with brown hair and brown eyes.” She shakes her head and her mouth is in a perfectly shaped cupid’s bow, pouting. I stare at her while my hand subconsciously reaches out to her and my finger traces her lips. “What are you doing, Damon?” she whispers.

I sigh, “I honestly have no idea.” I brush my hand across her cheek. “Bella, you are anything but plain and boring. Trust me, I’ve been around a lot of women and I can truly say that I’ve never met one quite like you. With each moment we are in each other’s company, I am finding that I like you more with each passing minute. So how about I go grab my bottle of bourbon so we can sit here, drink the night away and enjoy ourselves. Let’s have some fun. It seems we both could use it.”

She smiles and her eyes light up. There we go, that’s the face I want to see. “You got a deal! Go get the bourbon and we’ll talk, hang out, and if I get enough liquid courage, maybe we will even dance!”

I chuckle and bop her on the nose with my finger. “Oh my dear Bella, I don’t need you to have liquid courage to dance with me.” I smirk, “I can be very persuasive man.” I wink and get up to go get the bourbon and I smile to myself as I hear her heart speed up a notch and I am willing to bet all the money in my bank account that she’s blushing. I chuckle and grab the bottle, quickly turning back towards the bar. I shake the bottle and look at her. “You want grab a table, instead sitting at the bar? It could be a bit cozier…” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. She blushes, yet again. She gets up and nods. I hold up hand to tell her to wait. I signal the barmaid and ask for two glasses. We find a table in a corner that’s dimly lit and sit down.

Two hours find us on our second bottle of bourbon and she is sitting with me on my side of the table and her hand on my leg. My arm is wrapped around her shoulders and her eyes are sparkling, and her cheeks are rosy from laughing. I don’t think I have truly ever enjoyed being in someone’s company so much in my entire life. She has a sardonic sense of humor that matches my own and a sharp wit. Yet, she is a deep thinker and I can tell that she is led by her heart. The DJ plays an upbeat dance tune. Some crazy song by Pink about getting a party started. How appropriate it is. Bella is tipsy and I’m pretty sure she’ll let me take her to the dance floor. I place a kiss on her forehead. I lean back and say “Come on! Let’s dance!” I stand up, offering her my hand. She laughs and shakes her head no. “Up now! We’re gonna shimmy!” I shake my hips for emphasis. She giggles and takes my hand, I tug lightly to pull her up. She seems to be a little reluctant but yet, she allows me to lead the way, with her tiny hand grasping my own.

Once we are standing in the middle of the dance floor, she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Bella looks up at me, “Damon, I don’t really know how to dance. I’m more than likely to fall on my ass.” She tells me nervously.

“Don’t worry about it, you won’t fall on my watch. I wouldn’t want you to hurt that cute little ass of yours.” I look down at her and smirk, waiting to see what her reaction to that is.

She blushes. Surprise, Surprise! Then rolling her eyes, she replies “Seriously, Damon? Your cute little ass?” Her eyebrows arch up. “And here I was thinking you were such a gentleman.” She says sarcastically.

I laugh and grab her hips, moving them to the beat. “Whatever in the world gave you that idea, Mia Belle?” She laughs as she dances to the beat.

Four songs later we are still dancing and she has gotten the hang of it and we are all over each other as we dance. As the alcohol works its way into her system, she seems to lose her inhibitions. She inches closer to me as our hips move together. My hands are on her hips. Another song starts playing and she moves even closer, her arms go around my neck and my own hands find themselves on her ass. She says nothing about it as we move to the music. “You’re really good at this.” she murmurs.

“Oh, I have moves you haven’t seen before!” I reply. I look down at her as I lick my lips.

She gently smiles at me and licks her own lips. “I don’t doubt that Mr. Salvatore.” She then looks up at me through her eye lashes and runs her fingers along the nape of my neck. The touch sends a shiver down my spine like nothing I’ve ever felt before. “You should teach me.” She adds in a seductive tone. I freeze and lock eyes with her. I was not expecting that to come out of her perfect little mouth. There was no question about it. I wanted this woman, not just for sex. Oh no, I wanted her. I couldn’t explain exactly how or why I felt this way. Sure, I wanted to throw her in the bed and never let her leave, but I wanted something more.

I use my finger to lift her face up towards mine and tell her, “If I do that, you might get more than you bargained for Miss Swan.”

She smiles, “Oh, I’m pretty sure I could handle whatever you throw at me…” I have to admit, I like the sound of that!

I could feel the smirk make its way across my lips. “You think so, huh?” The music changes to a slower song and I wrap my arms around her waist. We hold each other’s gazes for a moment and I lean in to gently kiss her, testing the waters to see what her reaction would be. She doesn’t disappoint as she tugs at my hair and deepens the kiss. My own fingers are woven into her hair. The kiss is just pure ecstasy. I can’t seem to get enough of her, I love the way she feels, the way she tastes and I just want more. My body is on fire for her and Big Damon is getting a mind of his own that I am sure she can notice. Bella pulls back, planting some quick, little kisses on my mouth. Her hands come to rest on my shoulders and I lean in to kiss her again. She blushes, “Damon, I have to pee.” She says in barely a whisper.

I plant a kiss on her nose. “By all means, go ahead. I’ll be at the bar.” I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath as I watch her head to the ladies room. I then sit at the bar and order another bourbon. The barmaid smiles all flirty at me and sash shays around the bar. Any other day, I would have given her a go. But not tonight, not ever. The woman I want is in the bathroom and no woman has ever come close to making me feel what I’m feeling right now. That was just from spending time with her and a kiss! One kiss rocked my world! I look towards the bathroom in thought. It hits me then. She’s the one I have been searching for. It wasn’t Katherine, it wasn’t Elena. I take a deep breath as the thought overwhelms me. I think back to what I compelled Elena to forget when I first met her. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure. Maybe even a little danger. Was I really telling her what she wanted, or what I actually wanted? Isabella Swan was consuming me, my thoughts, my body, and I dare say, even my soul. If that kiss was anything to go by, there is plenty of passion and even in just the few hours we’ve been here, there’s been some adventure and a little danger.

My thoughts are interrupted as I see Bella walk out of the bathroom, scanning the room. Her eyes land on me and she smiles. She walks up to me and places a kiss on my check, I grab her by the waist and settle her between my legs. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her on the mouth. I slide my hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “So what now, Damon?” she asks.

I almost get lost in her brown eyes for a few moments before I reply, “Hmm…I have a few ideas.” I look up and down her body, making note of her long legs and the strain of her breasts against her t-shirt. I linger there and let my thoughts wander. I can feel her hand underneath my chin as she gently lifts my head up to take my attention away from them. “Up here, mister!” I hear her murmur softly.

I smile mischievously and chuckle. “I can’t help it if I like the view, Cara.” I move my hands up her sides and stop just on the outside of her breasts. “I bet they are gloriously perfect.” I say this as I lightly brush my thumb along the side of one of them…

Her breath hitches and she closes her eyes. She licks her lips and as she opens her eyes, I can see that they are filled with desire. She leans in and kisses me. I tilt my head for better access and push my tongue into her mouth. I revel in the feel and taste of her and I just can’t get enough. I roam my hands all over her back, her shoulders, and her neck before finally twisting them in her hair. She’s no better. I barely contain a moan as she runs her hands on my shoulders, down my back and finally her gentle caresses end and come to a stop at the base of my neck. When I sense that she can no longer breathe, I may my way down her neck, leaving kisses and tongue flicks all up and down her neck. She grabs my face again, kissing me with a passion that matches my own. This time, it’s her tongue that enters my mouth. She leans further into me, pressing against me. I don’t bother to hold back the moan as she tugs gently on my hair. I can smell her arousal and it’s getting much too overwhelming. I reluctantly, very reluctantly so, I might add, end the kiss. I place one more final kiss on those sweet lips and I reach behind me to grab her hands. I hold them to me and look at her. I take in her lustful eyes, swollen lips, and the flush on her cheeks. The sight does wonders for my ego. I gently squeeze her hands while I catch my breath. Licking my lips, I keep my voice low as I tell her, “Bella, if we keep this up, I am going to be tempted to throw you on the bar, and have my way with you.”

Her face turns as red as a tomato. “Damon!” she whispers. She cocks her head in thought and her lips turn up into a teasing smile, “I think you would enjoy putting on the show too much!”

I snort at the comment and grin back at her. ‘You know it, Cara, you know it!”

She smacks my leg playfully, and laughs. “Back to my earlier question…What do we do now?” She asks as she runs her fingers through her hair. Does she really have no idea how sexy that is? This girl will be the death of me!

I shift in my seat and tug at her hair. I think on it and really I don’t know. Well I do know, but I don’t think my little minx is quite ready for that yet. An idea for a walk comes to mind. Some fresh air will do us both good and clear our heads. I stand up and grasp her hand. “How about a walk on the strip?” She nods in agreement and I lead her out the bar.

We spent about an hour walking along the strip and checking out the sights. At one point I heard her stomach growl so I steered us to a nice little café situated inside one of the hotels. We were seated and our drink orders were taken. Bella asked for a coke and I had my usual bourbon. I was anxious to see what she would order, to see what kind of food she would enjoy. She looked beautiful as she read through the menu, chewing her lip in thought. Such an innocent gesture that was oh, so sexy. What made it better is that she was completely unaware of it and that fact had me even more drawn to her. She ordered a burger, which told me that she was a simple girl, with simple taste. She arched her eyebrow when I ordered the lobster ravioli “Really Damon, lobster ravioli?”

“Did you forget I am Italian, Cara?” I questioned her. She smiled, shaking her head. We had pleasant dinner, which ended with us feeding each other dessert. It was a huge slice of something called ‘death by chocolate’ cake. The irony of a living, dead person, eating something called ‘death by chocolate’ cake did not escape me. I smirked at the thought as I fed Bella yet another mouthful. The look on her face is of pure pleasure and I can only imagine the other things I could do to see that expression once again. Oh, Bella, I have some plans for you, big ones. Once we finish dinner, I pay the bill and we continue our little adventure down the strip.

We end up at The Venetian and Bella decided that she wanted to go on one of gondola rides. “Not exactly authentic Italian, but it’ll be fun!” she said. She walked into that one all on her own. I smirk as I stand behind her and put my lips up to her ear.

“I could give you some authentic Italian, if you really wanted me to, Bella.” I turn her around to face me and eye her up and down like I did back at the bar. Once again, I heard her heart skip a beat and her breath hitched. She bites her lip. I tug it out of her teeth and lean down to kiss her. She takes my face in her hand, returning the kiss with fervor. We get lost in our own world until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I resist the urge to growl at the person and I give him my best annoyed look. He is wearing a ridiculous costume, I almost snicker at him.

“Your Gondola awaits, Mister Salvatore.” He curtly says. He does this stupid little bow and I catch myself before I roll my eyes. Well thank you, very much Mr.-Interrupt-My-Kiss-With-The-Girl-Of-My-Dreams… He guides us to the gondola and I get in first and help Bella get seated. They guy grabs an oar and gets in. Don’t tell me he’s going to be the captain of this thing. Bella senses my irritation, takes my hand in hers, placing them in her lap. She rests her head on my shoulders and we begin our ride through a somewhat accurate rendition of Venice. Bella looks around, seemingly impressed by what she sees. “This is beautiful.” She breathes out.

I put my hand under her chin and turn her face to look at me, “Not as beautiful as what I’m looking at.” It may sound like a pick up line, but it’s not. I meant every word of it.

“Oh Damon!” she says in such a way that it makes me shiver slightly. She brushes her hand across my cheek and I close my eyes in response. I don’t think she realizes the kind of effect she has on me. I feel her shift next to be and when I open my eyes I feel her climbing on my lap, straddling me. She kisses me gently and runs her fingers through my hair. “You know something? I could easily picture myself falling in love with someone like you. I haven’t thought about love in a long time, but you make me feel things. You make me laugh and you make me smile. You stir these other feelings in me that I can’t exactly put my finger on, Damon. But I know this, I want to discover what it is with you.” She looks directly into my eyes and nervously runs her tongue along her bottom lip. It’s almost as if she’s waiting for a rejection. I pull her to me and kiss her with a passion I have never shown anyone before.

When she needs to breathe, I pull her away from me and hold her face in my hands. “Bella, I know we have only known each other for a few short hours, not even a day. Yet, you are stirring things up in me, feelings that I didn’t think were possible. Just the very thought of you is making me question any notions I ever had about love. I noticed you when you walked into that bar, and I have been drawn to you ever since. I can’t explain it, but I do know that I want whatever this is. I want you.”

She smiles a breathtaking smile. Her eyes just shine with joy. She runs her finger along my mouth and I kiss it. “How about you and I head back my room?” Her whole faced is washed in nothing but shock. I smile at her.

“Damon, I have never done anything like that before. It’s not that I don’t want to….”

I cut her off and hold her hand, entwining our fingers together. “Shh…I know you want to, believe me, I do. I want you, probably more than you know, but Bella, it’s just an invitation to my room. If we so happen end up in my bed that will just make the night so much better. You call the shots, we go at your pace and we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Although, I do have to warn you, I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I am sure will persuade you.” I kiss her along her neck and up to her jawline. She parts her lips and sighs as I approach her mouth. I take this opportunity and plunge my tongue in her mouth and kiss her with everything I have. She moans and pulls me closer to her. I grab her and pull her down so she can feel me. She tenses briefly and looks at me. “Do you feel what you do to me, Cara?” I thrust my hips upwards. She lets a small whimper escape her lips and I grab the back of her head, bringing her to me for yet another kiss. I have never wanted a woman so much in my life. The question is, will she stop fighting what she desires?

The gondola ride comes to an end and pulls up to the area where we are to disembark. I stand up and make my way out of the gondola so I can help her out. Once she’s on the street level with me, I pull her towards me and wrap my arm around her. We walk away and we head to my hotel. I’m not sure what exactly will happen, but I know that somehow after tonight, my life will never be the same. I am under Bella Swan’s spell, her every wish is my command. I do have the feeling that some magic will be made, though.

We get to the hotel room, I unlock the door and make my way in, turning on the lights as I go. “Bella…” I call out. She timidly moves into the room, smiling shyly. I take her hand, bringing it to my mouth, I kiss her palm and I see some of that shyness melt away. “Remember what I said, Bella, It’s all about you and what you want. If you want nothing more than for me to kiss you, that’s fine. If you want me to take you to bed and make this a night to remember, well that’d actually be a little more than fine.” I smirk at her and brush my thumb against her cheek bone. “What do you want, Bella?”

She picks at her nails and bites her lips as if in thought. I stand before her, awaiting an answer. She licks her lips and looks up at me, her deep brown eyes boring into mine. I take a deep breath and hold it. She takes a step closer to me, reaches out, and takes my hand. “I want you, Damon. Take me to bed.” She says, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me in a way she had not done before. The feelings overtake me and I can barely hold myself up. I slowly back up to the nearest wall. Our lips never stopped touching, not once. She stops and looks at me, grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt. Knowing what she wants, I nod, giving her the go ahead. She blushes slightly, “I want to see you.” She whispers.

She tugs at the hem of my shirt, but being the impatient guy I am, I stop her hands gently and pull the shirt over my head. “You wanted to see me, here I am. Now let me see you.” I pull her t shirt over her head and my eyes skim down her body. She is so much more beautiful than I imagined. She shyly covers herself. “No, no, no, don’t be shy, my Bella, don’t be shy. You are simply exquisite. Never doubt that for one minute.” I bring her hands up to my shoulders. “Feel me, touch me…”

Her hands roam across my chest and stomach. Her touch is light, almost like a feather brushing against me and it leaves a trail of fire. I lean back against the wall, reveling in it. She then place kisses on my shoulder, working her way up my neck and then my mouth. She brings her hands up to my shoulders. I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, then gently bring my fingers up to the straps, slowly sliding them of her shoulders. I kiss along her neck and shoulders as I guide the straps through her arms. I stand back to take in the view and what I see does not disappoint. Perfection has a name, it’s name is Bella. I can’t take my eyes off her. I see her smile, “You like what you see?” she asks huskily.

I bring my hands up to her breasts and hold them my hand. A moan escapes her mouth. I bring myself to my knees, putting a nipple in my mouth, I tug it into my mouth and enjoy the feel of it. “Oh shit! Damon!” she gasps out, grabbing my head. I like that reaction! I wonder just how many times I can get her to say that. I look up at her, “You like what I’m doing?” I then tease her, “Should I stop?” Her answer isn’t a verbal one. She moves her perfectly pink nipple back to my mouth, I smirk and clasp my lips around it once again. I’m in heaven and this is just the beginning….

I wake up for the first time in over a century with a feeling of complete bliss. A feeling of happiness that I have never known. I had the best night of my life last night. Bella and I made love for what felt like hours. The only word that comes to mind is, amazing. We discovered every square inch of one another’s bodies, and did again and again. There may have been a bubble bath, there may have been some blood sharing, but I couldn’t tell you because all my thoughts were tied to one Isabella Marie Swan. I could think of nothing but her.

We had talked during the night, as we snuggled in each other’s arms. She took my being a vampire well. It didn’t matter to her. I smile as I look upon her face, thinking about what she said, “Damon, I don’t care about you being a vampire, I don’t care if you drink human blood, I don’t care if you have killed. I care about YOU! The other stuff simply does not matter.” I shake my head, thinking how amazing she is. I was appalled when she told me her story and believe me, I have plans for if and when meet Edward Cullen. I will torture him, repeatedly, in ways that shouldn’t be possible and he will beg for death. I will make sure he feels the pain that he put Bella through. I will keep him locked in the Salvatore basement so he can hear at night what exactly what he missed out on. His loss is my gain.

I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that for once, I have found what I’ve been looking for I know that last night was just the starting point of what I am sure is to be an amazing adventure.