True Love Never Dies

by Erin Salvatore

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries. I'm just borrowing. Only the story is mine.

Note: Yeah, I'm doing yet another twist on the Delena tale. It's an AU, of course, and Damon and Stefan are humans, while Elena and Katherine are vampires. Don't ask, because I don't even know where the idea came from. No spoilers, just follow along.

Chapter 1

Mystic Falls Cemetery, 1 Year Ago...

Damon Salvatore looked at the caskets in front of him and tried not to let his emotions show. It was hard to believe that they were really gone. His parents, two of the most important people in his young life, were gone. Hell, everything else was gone too. Gone were the family movie nights, his mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies, his father playing the piano and leading the family in a sing along every Saturday night, eveything.

"Damon, are you okay? You look you're miles away."

The voice of his girlfriend, Caroline Forbes, brought Damon out of his reverie. He forced a smile and replied, "It's nothing. I'm just stressed out, what with the funeral and all." He sighed and turned to walk away from her, saying, "I need to be alone. I'll see you at the house."

Before Caroline could stop him, Damon walked away, passing millions upon millions of other stones in the cemetery. He couldn't believe this. He was seventeen years old and his whole world was falling in around him. Nobody should be suffering a loss as big as this. It was true that the child should bury his parents, but that usually wasn't until much later, when said child was married and had his own family, not when he was a teenager and struggling to get through life.

It wasn't long until Damon came to a grave located at the far side of the cemetery. Sitting down in front of it, Damon took out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a drag and exhaled a thick, white cloud of smoke.

"You really shouldn't be doing that, you know. You'll die a hell of a lot faster that way."

Damon was then startled by a voice and then looked to see a young woman standing there, wearing a black dress and matching pumps, as though she were among the mourners at his parents' funeral and he hadn't really paid much attention.

"What do you care?" he replied. "My life is already meaningless anyway. I mean, I shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit! It's too soon! Seventeen is too young to be burying one's parents. I should be burying them when I'm much older!"

The woman shook her head. "I don't think your life is meaningless. As a matter of fact, I think your life has some meaning."

"Do you?" said Damon. "You don't even know me, so how the hell do you know that my life has meaning?"

"You don't remember, do you?"

Damon blinked. "Remember what?"

"Surviving the accident," said the woman. "You really don't remember any of it, do you?"

Damon scowled at her. "Why is that even an issue? So what if I don't remember any of it? In case if you haven't noticed, I've been in mourning for the past several days prior to this funeral, so yeah, maybe I just blocked it all out to make myself feel better." He snuffed out the cigarette with his foot and stood up. "By the way, I'm..."

"Damon Salvatore? Yes, I know who you are," said the woman. "I've been watching you for some time now."

As she finished her speech, she looked at Damon and smiled. He was gorgeous, with short, sleek black hair and dazzling blue eyes that a girl would have to be blind and stupid not to notice, a body that looked like it was made for hours of passionate, primal sex, and lips she wanted to kiss.

"What's your name, since we're introducing ourselves?"

"Oh no, you're not getting my name that easily," said the woman. "You'll know my name soon, but not right now."

"Is that so?" said Damon. "And when will be the right time to know your name?"

"Not long, about a year," said the woman. "Until then, try to stay out of trouble."

Damon nodded as he got a closer look at the woman. She long, beautiful dark brown hair, sensuous brown eyes, a body that he wanted to caress as he made love to her, and lips that were ideal for kissing and nibbling. He nodded when she told him to stay out of trouble and before Damon could say anything further, she was gone.

Note: Yes, I did it again. And in case you're wondering, the woman Damon's talking to is Elena.

Enjoy! What do you think?