Hello Delena fans!

Some of you may already be familiar with me after reading my first DE fan fiction Love Lessons that I completed a few weeks ago. I was really surprised by its success and ridiculously happy with the reviews received so thank you once again to those of you that read, reviewed and followed Love Lessons :-)

So here I am once again with my new DE fanfic The Little Boy With the Blue Eyes. As ever from me this is an Alternate Universe fanfic (not vampire in sight here) and I am super excited about writing this as we're going to have a little fun with a darker version of Damon mwhahaha! I was greatly inspired to write this after reading and watching the TV adaptation of Martina Cole's The Runaway. If any of you are familiar with Martina Cole you'll know that her style is dark, gritty and pretty violent. This fic will definitely be touching upon those themes just to warn you. But we all like a little bit of dark Damon every now and again don't we? ;-)

Finally just to get it out there, I own nothing of The Vampire Diaries.

Right then, here we go! Enjoy!

Chapter One

The yelling and screaming was getting louder and louder. Not even my hands over my ears are helping anymore, so I start humming the song 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.' It's my favourite. I like singing it on a night when the stars are shining in the sky. I look out the window but the sky is horrible and grey tonight.

A big crash comes from downstairs and now my humming isn't taking the horrible noises anyway. I click my shoes together. The buckles jingling a little bit. They are so tight on my feets now. I would like a new shiny pair of shoes but Mommy says no. The kids at school make fun. I tell them to 'fuck off' like Mommy screams out to Sep but I always get told off for using bad words. I don't know what it means, but it works and the kids leave me alone.

I don't like it when the shouting gets really bad like this. But it's getting worse. I start humming another song, a song that's fun to hum louder.

I hear singing.

I smile as he takes my hands away from my ears and we sing together. He holds my hands. His hands are always really, really cold.

Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream.

We sing louder and I start to giggle as we get all tongue-tied on the 'merrily' part. It's a hard word to say. He always makes me feel better when I get scared when they fight downstairs. He knows i'm scared that they will come up. That he will come up.

But they are coming up the stairs. Mommy shouting after him.

He squeezes my hands and sings louder with me. His big blue eyes looking into mine.

The door swings open...

"NO!"

I feel disorientated in the darkness. I'm still in the room I was dreaming about. Cold, damp and shivering. After rubbing my eyes I'm back in my own room. Warm and safe in my own bed. No little boy with me.

Touching my chest I feel a glaze of sweat. My heart beat is thundering wildly, like it was fighting to get out of my ribcage. I'm so shaky. I need a glass of water.

As I tip-toe downstairs, mindful not to wake Jeremy or my parents, I can't help but wonder what on earth these dreams are all about. They keep happening and they're getting more disturbing. More vivid. Perhaps it is time I tell someone about them, because I have a horrible feeling that they aren't going anywhere anytime soon.

More so because I suspect that they are from before...

As I pour myself a large glass of water I gaze up at the sky from the kitchen window. There are no stars out tonight. Suddenly I'm back in the darkness of that horrible room once again. A shiver travels the length of my spine.

Back to bed.

I climb back under my sheets, sipping water as I do, my mind stuck on that dream. I thought about how they varied. Sometimes there would be shouting and loud banging like in the terror I just experienced. Then there would be full on screams and I feared the cries would be coming from me, as a little girl, always scared. Then a dream where a small candle is lit on the window sill and that would be the best of a bad bunch of dreams as I would watch the flame dance...

However in each and every single dream - that little boy with blue eyes would be there.

I'm suddenly really tired again. My alarm clock glows 04:30 and I grumble. School in a matter of hours.

Placing my half-empty glass next to my alarm. I nuzzle myself back into my thick, warm sheets once again and drift into a peaceful sleep.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

...

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK...

"ALRIGHT!"

Fucking hell.

Whatever it is I'm far too tired and hungover to deal with it. It had better be good.

I open the door and freeze.

"Hello gorgeous,"

With her red, pouty lips creasing into a smirk she breezes towards me and strokes her slender fingers along my bare chest until they wrap around my neck. I can't lie. I'm already hard and fighting the urge to smirk back as her sulty eyes gaze directly at my lips.

"Did I not tell you that we were over?" I said. Her lips closed the gap and she kissed me hard. She breathed a soft moan as I slipped my tongue into her waiting mouth. Her hands tangled through my hair. My hands found her pert behind and I gave it a good squeeze through her coat.

She ended the kiss with a good bite of my bottom lip. Drawing blood.

"And did I not tell you that if you dumped me I would tell my brother that you raped me?"

She says this with such normality it's quite disturbing. More so with her eeriely beautiful accent. Suppose it's what I rather liked about her at first. Rebekah is dangerous. I always want what I can't have. When I get it, I'm more than happy to never call the girl again and move on to the next. Then again... most girls don't have the most feared man in Chicago as their older brother. And boy did this girl know how to dish out the threats.

I knew she wasn't kidding.

"May I come inside, Damon?"

With a devilish smirk that I knew was making her wet with need, I opened the door wider and welcomed her into my apartment. I slam the door behind me, slowly following her as she made the familiar journey to my room. Stripping out of her coat to reveal that she was clad only in her lacey underwear as she went.

With the mood I'm in. I won't be going easy on her.

Nice little taster there for you all! Please spare a moment to leave a review, just so I know whether it is worth continuing this story!

Thank you,

Anna x