A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfic on this profile and I wanted to just make my own TVD Damon/OC. Soooo… here it goes.

Anyways, I don't own The Vampire Diaries just because Joshua Butler is being selfish right now, keeping both Salvatore brothers to himself, but I do 'own' my personal characters and such.

U g h. Sorry for the long intro ooops. Enjoy!

Time was like the ocean; every year was a new wave, and with this wave there'd wash up a new school, a new house, new town. Ginnavia Lux James ran her fingers through her dark hair exasperatingly and started to unpack. Her small, slim hands moved with agility and rash anger. It wasn't the first time that her family had suddenly uprooted, and they never told her why or where they were going. Turned out to be the small town of Mystic Falls, Virginia.

The fifteen-year-old already didn't like the place.

Sneaking quietly down the stairs down to the kitchen, she looked up at the high ceiling, and noticed the lack of color. Their last house had had a different color for every room, bright flashes of marigold, and more subdued glimpses of violet. Her old room had been a sky blue, covered with band and book posters. This one was white, beige, and the occasional pale yellow. The whole house screamed 'not yours!'

Ginnavia sighed, grabbed a pear and walked back upstairs to lie on her bed and wallow in self-pity for— well, the next ten minutes sounded sufficient. Why couldn't she have stayed back in Oregon? And why the sudden change from west coast to almost east coast? Her mind was too foggy and she sat up to finish her last couple of boxes, pear forgotten on the lamp side table, and spotted a black raven perched on her windowsill.

It cawed obnoxiously, and flew away as she ran forward and tsked at it. Her room was the only room with a small balcony outside, and was at the back of the house, very end of the hallway. She guessed it was kind of like an apology from her parents for uprooting her from her oldest home. Next to her room was where her younger sister, Lilith, was; and downstairs, down the other hallway was her parents' room.

Just as Ginnavia was pushing into place her last book from her boxes, The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, a shiver made its way down her back, making her shiver. She was used to this by now. Every so often, she would feel this twitch, a shiver run along one of her arms, causing it to jerk or shake uncontrollably down her spine. Her heartbeat slowed, and her left eye twitched for a few more moments before she was finished. She never told her parents about her shaking spells. If she was going to deal with something, she was going to do it by herself and in her own way.

She turned, feeling a sensation not like the one that lead to the shaking, but as if someone was watching her. At her windowsill was the same bird. She walked towards it, flailing her arms in an attempt to shoo it away, but it was adamant to stay this time.

"Go!" She whisper-shouted. "I might just throw this pear at you," she said, threateningly, raising said pear up to aim. "I'm warning you, I will."

The raven seemed to guffaw at her comment and she narrowed her eyes. She sarcastically laughed, this reminded her, ironically of one of the poems by Edgar Allan Poe in the book she had just put away. She lifted her tan and slender arm and chucked the fruit at the raven, knocking it backwards and off the balcony. She shuddered, just imagining what Lilith would say to her if she saw what she had done. She would probably rush over and smack her legs in that childish way and reprimand her for hurting such a 'poor' creature.

"Ginny!" Screamed Lilith. She stalked towards her older sister on tiny legs and whacked her knee. She called her Ginny because Ginnavia was apparently too hard for her or perhaps because she just didn't like calling her by her full name. Probably the latter. "Mom and dad are ready to go out to dinner, so hurry your butt up." She giggled and slipped away as Ginny mockingly swiped at her.

"Okay, okay. Tell them I'm coming soon, yeah?" Ginny tilted her head, causing her curls to cascade down her shoulder as Lilith jumped up and down and cart wheeled out of the room. It was the whirling girl's birthday after all, May 23. Ever since joining gymnastics last year, she had been doing summersaults and hand springs everywhere. Kickbacks on the couch, one-handed cart wheels out the door. Ginny did admit that the little girl had a knack for gymnastics.

The eldest sister rushed to her black wood dresser that Lilith hated but she loved, and wrenched out a pink tank top and jeans. She stumbled slightly as she tugged the right sock over her foot and then the left, giddily pulling on a pair of Converse. They were going out of Mystic Falls tonight to go to a quaint and picturesque restaurant. Ginny had pointed it out on the drive in two days ago, and her mom, as usual, gushed about how perfect it was. Delilah James saw the silver lining in every dark cloud, or hurricane as it had more appropriately been the last couple weeks of moving.

She hopped down the stairs, her pounding footsteps muffled by the luscious carpet. Turning, she hauled herself around the pole at the bottom, and smiled as wide as her always oddly petite mouth would let her, baring her sharp canine teeth. She frowned quickly, hearing the tail end of her parents' conversation.

"—But we haven't actually seen any signs from her, have we?" Delilah said with tight lips and flushed cheeks. "Maybe she can live a normal life, we can keep her! We'll take care of her, we don't have to give her up to the—"

"Shh!" Walter curtly interrupted her, "We shan't say their name aloud. Who knows who's listening? But my dear, I'm afraid we can't hold on to her. We're already in hot waters with them, and this is our way out of our life of running." Delilah sighed restlessly, and nodded slightly.

"We'll do what we have to do to protect Lilith and ourselves."

What did they mean? Protect them from what? From who?

Ginny made her shoulders relax and whirled over, as if she had only come down the stairs. She grinned and grabbed her varsity jacket and phone before running out to Lilith. She yelled over her shoulder for her parents to hurry on up, please.

I'll ask them after we get home. I want Lilith to be happy, Ginny thought as she slammed her car door and they sped away from the quickly receding wood and brick house.

The James family was just crossing Whickory Bridge, almost out of Mystic Falls and close to the restaurant when a car came speeding by, illuminating a vaguely human shape on the road. It came out of no where, a phantom ghost in the low and dense fog. Walter tried to swerve away, but the bridge was slippery due to the recent rain shower and they sled. He leaned forward, closer to the windshield as though it would help him see better and tightened his grip on the steering wheel making his knuckles white. He squinted and tried to take back control of the spinning vehicle. Delilah looked back at her children and gave them a reassuring hard look and determined smile. But that didn't stop her face from blanching from her usual tan to a deadly pale color and her stomach from flipping. She ran a hand through her wild curls that came from Grandma Ana Lopez. Ginny readjusted her seat belt and set a undeterred look on her heart shaped face, smoothing her less wild curls down and tucking them behind her ears, out of view. She grabbed Lilith's hand, squeezing tight.

Lilith did what anybody else would have done. Lilith screamed.

Walter gripped the wheel tighter, but the car was most definitely uncontrollable and it spun too fast to take charge of. Ginny screamed at her father to not lean forward. Too late. She looked at the other car, it was coming fast. Too fast. No no no no. This wasn't going to happen. They weren't going to crash. They weren't going to fall off the bridge or hit the man in the middle of the road. Her dad wasn't going to crash through the glass on the front of the car. Her mom wasn't going to die and Lilith wouldn't die. Ginny wouldn't die. The other car would be okay. The parents of a little girl in the backseat wouldn't leave her.

Ginny could just watch as everything seemed to happen in a matter of seconds until they flew to the very edge of the bridge. Ginny sighed in relief. They were going to be okay. Nothing was going to happen. That was until the other car smashed into the person in the road and barreled forward at them, leaving no cars on the road. Both were violently plunged into the water.

Quickly, Ginny unbuckled herself, her hands struggling to open the door, and she unbuckled an unconscious Lilith. She wrapped her arms around her sister and pushed her strong legs as hard as she could. She was then even more grateful for the years of swim team and water polo then before. Bubbles escaped from her lips as she desperately tried to reach air. As her head broke the water into the air, she took big gulps of air, her hair plastered to her face, and looked at her sister, bringing her above water with a grunt and her head went under as Lilith's face went up to the night of twinkling stars. Lilith was heavier then usual, and she struggled to drag her along to the bank.

As she scrambled up and transported the limp figure in her arms from the murky waters to muddy shore, she took shuddering gulps of oxygen into her exploding lungs. She whipped her head to the water, looking for her parents. Nothing but silence and bubbles from the sinking vehicles met her. Ginny turned back to her sister, briskly brushing away any signs of tears as she ignored her throbbing temple and checked for a pulse. She finally found one after a few frantic moments, but it was very distant and faint. Recollecting her memories from her First Aid and CPR classes, she continued to try and help Lilith with a renewed vigor.

"Come on, Lily!" She yelled acerbically at the little figure before her. "You're not leaving me yet!" She pressed down on to the girl's chest and let a weary smile pass over her soft features as Lily coughed again, drawing water out of her lungs. "You're almost there, hold on."

A hiss emanated from behind Ginny, followed by a splash and then the noise of trenching boots on ground. A boy that looked only a few years older than her climbed up with an unconscious girl on his shoulder. She looked to be my age. We locked eyes as he placed the girl down next to Lilith and then they both snapped their attention on their respective unconscious human. As quickly as he had appeared, the mystery boy was gone and she could already hear the wails of an ambulance and possible police cars on their way.

Ginny's shadow was cast on the ground as someone in the blur of people passing by her wrapped a shock blanket or whatever it's called around her shoulders. She watched with wide eyes of disbelief as her sister was driven away to the ER and the other girl was being looked at near the second ambulance. Ginny leaned back and rested her shoulders against the side of a police car as Sheriff Forbes took notes for a full scale report she was going to type up at home and sighed. Neither parents of either girls had survived. Tears started to fog her vision and Ginny turned to the sky in hope her tears would subside.

She rested there and prayed with a vehemence that she'd never matched before. Please let Lily be okay, she fervently pressed. I don't want to lose her too.

The other girl's name was Elena Gilbert. Ginny had tried to introduce herself to her, but she had barely got out the beginning of, "Hello, my name is—" before she had succumbed to the sobs that started to rack her body. Both girls had looked at the other in that moment. One with straight hair the other with curly, one with an almost dead sister the other with a little brother at home waiting for his parents that would never come. They had understood each other perfectly. So as one cried, the other flung her arms around Ginny and they sank to the ground, pulled down by their own emotions and clung to each other's shirts for support and cried.

A/N: Okay, this was the depressing chapter though there might be a few sad parts in here later too. Please review because that's how I know I'm actually doing something right. Give me hints or ideas of where you want this story to go, though I already have a vague idea and some scenes already planned out. Thanks and I hope you liked this and enjoy the rest of my story and continue reading.

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