This isn't my first fanfic but it is my first fanfic on here. So I hope you enjoy it, all reviews are welcome. I know it seems a little focused on romance right now but trust me this does have a plot it'll just be merged into the romance and other teenage scenarios I happen to throw in here. Because the VD crew rarely get any time to act their age :P.

It was another crisp autumn day in Fell's Church. The trees were an assortment of yellows, oranges and browns and a light breeze picked up sweeping the leaves up into flight. Damon Salvatore lounged lazily on the brick wall he was sat upon. His lustrous raven hair flowed along easily with the wind, he had a deep set frown on his majestic features.

Who else could put him in such a sullen mood than Elena Gilbert? Was it her face? Those gold-flecked eyes that sucked you in, that golden silken hair that framed the soft pale white skin of her... Damon shook his head. He had to snap out of this, he wanted her so much. But she wanted Stefan, it was always Stefan... constantly. Damon tried not to care he really did, but he couldn't help but watch those two motionlessly, the way they fawned over each other sickeningly, made him want to put his head through a wall. Yet with every kiss and every touch, he longed to be in Stefan's place, holding Elena... pleasing Elena...

"Penny for your thoughts?" chirped Bonnie McCullough who had sprung up out of nowhere with her signature sweet as heaven smile. Damon smirked slightly, he highly doubted that virtuous Bonnie would be able to handle what he had just been thinking.

"Oh brilliant, it's you... There's one, on the house," he smirked and gave her a salute with two fingers. Ever since his very brief return to humanity, and back to vampirism things had been very different between him and Bonnie, he found himself being very grateful to her. He even found himself caring greatly for her... and Damon simply didn't care.

"Don't be like that Damon," said Bonnie softly, her chocolate brown eyes filled with hurt.

Damon rolled his eyes "be like what uccellino?"

Something flashed in her eyes at the sound of her nickname, the dark eyed vampire had to note how adorable that looked. "You know all... Damon-like,"

Damon chuckled as he slid off the brick wall like a cobra "but I am Damon Bonnie, who else to expect me to be like?"

"Oh you know what I mean," Bonnie scoffed folding her arms across her chest in a feat of annoyance, Damon chuckled again she was quite something his uccellino... his little bird.

"Do I now?" Damon inched closer to Bonnie who backed against the brick wall, he leaned closer and closer to her face and reached out to twist a copper curl around his finger. Conscious of Bonnie's every breath and heartbeat. Which was notably increasing.

"Damon... please not now what about El-" Damon didn't allow her time to utter the name he didn't want to hear from Bonnie's heart-shaped lips before he pressed his against them. She tasted distinctly of berries and a hint of something else that was utterly delectable. Bonnie's slender arms laced around his neck as she pressed herself closer to him, Damon trailed his hands down her delicate frame. At first it was just to distract himself and her from venturing into the topic that always seems to be brought up. Elena. Bonnie was one of the few people who knew about the true extent of his feelings, and he was surprised that she hadn't blown his secret from a while ago. Just goes to show that his little bird didn't always twitter away.

"My Bonnie bella," he whispered against her lips once they parted, Bonnie bit down on her lip gently.

Bonnie couldn't even speak if she tried, she felt faint almost as if the fact that Damon was the only think keeping her upright. And he probably was. It was true that she had unconcealed feelings for the vampire, which only grew when he was a human. They'd been through a bit in that ordeal, but it wasn't her he wanted. It was Elena, and Elena wanted Stefan and everyone wanted Elena and Bonnie just learned to step back before she got hurt.

Though this time she thought it might be a little too late to worry about such things.

ooo

"I have to go," was all she said before she took off into the woods. And Damon was far too confused to even think to follow her at that point.

Try as he might, he couldn't get the thought of Bonnie's face after they kissed out of his mind and the fact that she took off afterwards. He had never had a girl do that before in his life and the fact that it had happened now was well... a bit of a shock actually. But he had learned by now that Bonnie was a very odd creature. But in the best way possible.

"Hey Damon," and within seconds of hearing that familiar sultry voice, all thoughts and feelings Damon had felt before had been discarded. And everything was her.

He swivelled around in the chair he was sat in with a cocky grin in Elena's direction. "Is that really you Elena? I have to say I barely recognize you without my brother dangling off of your body."

Elena chuckled softly, the sound was melodic and sweet. She took a chair and sat down beside him, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. She was just so perfect. "Stefan wanted to go hunt before it got dark,"

"Of course, just remember princess, killing sweet innocent animals is the first steps to a serial killer." Damon quipped

Elena grinned, Damon's midnight black eyes were drawn down to her lips, he remembered the feeling of her lips. The softness, the warmth and the taste of her blood it filled her with an ecstasy like no other. He was addicted.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone on a mini rampage yourself," Elena pointed out, indicating his newly returned immortality.

"What makes you think I haven't? It's just that I've been spreading joy around the girls of Fell's Church and not draining the blood of Chip and Dale and Co.," Damon shrugged his broad shoulders.

"You never stop do you?" Elena asked him "you know Damon, sometimes I just think you're lonely, maybe if you were with someone like me and Stefan...," Elena's eyes grew soft at the thought of Stefan. Damon felt jealousy rise up in him but held it, instead mentally envisioning a stake through Stefan's chest.

"I suppose what you and my little brother have is nice and all but I don't do commitment on Tuesdays," Damon quipped, he smirked confidently but something deep inside of him, a part he wasn't even aware he had, considered this.

ooo

The man completely clothed in black, sat in the front seat of the car watching the residents of Fell's Church go about their business. It was obviously a small town, not due to the size but because of the awe and curiosity that the people directed at him, almost as if they rarely got many visitors. They probably didn't but perhaps they could point him in the right direction.

The night offered silence, tranquillity but he could feel that there was a dark evil around. He could feel in stirring in the roots of his hair, it constantly out him in an edgy mood but he could deal with it for the time being.

Pushing the door of his car open halfway he spotted a woman walking nearby with some heavy looking shopping bags.

"Excuse me Miss," he said in a thick Irish accent "could you point me in the direction of the McCulloughs, please?"

"The McCulloughs?" the woman echoed as her brow furrowed in thought "just down the street, nice family they are... you an old friend."

The dark haired man smiled, hiding his irriatance at the question "oh... my family goes way back with the McCulloughs."

The woman nodded and bid him a goodnight before carrying on down the road. The man smiled to himself.

"Soon, my little augur, soon,"