Damon:

You trudged along the side of the road cursing your bad luck. Your POS ancient VW bug had finally broke down. Honestly you were lucky it hadn't happened before now as you were pretty sure it had only been held together by dirt and rust the last few years. Still it would have been nice if it had made it the last ten miles to your destination. 

Mystic Falls, Virginia. A small town in the middle of nowhere. It's only redeeming quality is it held the little bit that was left of your family. Matt Donovan was your cousin. The two of you were close and when he called to tell you about Vicki dying and his mom's latest brand of shit, you packed your bags and loaded up the car. If the two of you were going to be lonely and miserable, you should be lonely and miserable together.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket hoping it had somehow magically recharged. No such luck. With a sigh you put it away. You hadn't even told Matt you were coming so it's not like he'd come looking when you didn't show up. What irritated you more than anything about the car breaking down is all your stuff was in it. You'd brought the most important stuff with you and put a spell on the old bug that should drive most things away.

Yes, you were a witch. Not that anyone knew. Not anyone still alive anyway. And you weren't about to tell Matty. He had enough going on in his life without adding the supernatural into the mix. 

Hearing a car approaching, you stepped further off the road so it wouldn't hit you. It slowed as it passed and pulled to a stop in front of you. Your eyes widened as you took in the classic blue Camaro convertible. The driver rolled his window down as you approached. "Can I give you a ride?" he asked. His crystal blue eyes twinkled as they took you in and his lips curled in a smirk. 

"This your car?" you asked still keeping your distance. 

"I'm driving it, aren't I?" 

"Doesn't make it yours," you replied. "You steal it?"

He frowned, his brow furrowing. "I'm not sure if I should laugh or be insulted."

"Y/N Donovan," you said holding out your hand. 

He took it in his but continued to frown. "Damon Salvatore. Donovan? As in Matt?"

You suppressed a shudder as you took a reading from the man-make that vampire-before you. "He's my cousin."

He made a show of looking you over again. "Never would have guessed you were related to the quarterback. You two look nothing alike."

"He takes after his dad. I take after my mom. So, you still offering that ride?"

"That depends. Are you going to actually get in the car?" he asks with a raised brow and another smirk. 

"That depends. Are you going to drive me to my cousin or are you going to try to eat me?"

***

Stefan:

You walked into the large house, stepping over bodies as you went. The vampire currently in residence was reveling in the kill. Given the condition of the rooms around you, it would be easier to just burn the house down when he moved on. Shame really, the architecture was beautiful. 

Noise came from the other room and you followed it until you leaned in the large doorway of a living room. The vampire reclined on the couch as he drank from a luscious blonde. He certainly wasn't neat. You cleared your throat and his head darted up. He still wore his vampire face and you couldn't help the shudder of anticipation that went through you. This one was going to be fun. You'd been following his kills for some time. 

He darted forward, coming to a stop inches from you. He let his features fade to normal, showing you his deep brown eyes though blood still coated his mouth and chin. "Who are you?"

"Y/N Y/L/N. And who are you, other than the ripper?" you asked with a tilt of your head. 

"Stefan Salvatore." He narrowed his eyes as he looked you over. "If you know who I am, why are you here? You must know I'm dangerous."

You gave a little shrug of your shoulders. "Maybe I like danger, Mr. Salvatore."

He took a step closer and put his hands on your hips. His eyes locked on yours and his lips curled into a smirk. 

You smirked as well and leaned toward him. "You missed a bit," you whispered before running your tongue up the line of his neck and to his lips, savoring the taste of blood as you went. He allowed you to lick softly at the tender flesh there before claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands tightened on your waist and pulled you toward him. You pulled away from the kiss and put your hands on his chest as you looked up at him. "Pleasure to meet you, ripper."

A/N: Damn, Stefan. Good for you.