Chapter One:
I've never really hated any holidays, but this year, I am really beginning to hate Valentines Day. I didn't want to spend it alone, but I have no one to spend it with. My best friend Caroline Forbes and her Fiancee Stefan Salvatore were in Hawaii for the week, which left me alone in our shared apartment. Sighing, I roll onto my stomach and scroll through the list of songs on my phone, tapping on "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood, the song filling my ears through my earbuds. I exit out of my music app, scrolling through all the photos on my phone from last year. I had met a guy last year, one that I wished I could remember the name of. He had dark brown hair that looked black, and it was thick enough that it made you want to run your fingers through it, stunning pale blue eyes that you could get lost in, a body that you wanted to hold you until the end of time, and a deep, seductive voice that curls your toes with ever word he says. I only had a few photos of him, and one of the two of us sitting together on the beach after a game of volleyball. I also had memories of him, of the two of us going out one night, of the one kiss we shared; but after that, everything else is hazy, and no one, not even my best friend, would tell me if they knew him, or if they knew what happened the night I woke up in the hospital with a concussion, broken leg, and several broken ribs. All Caroline and Stefan would ever tell me was that I had been in a car accident, I got t-boned by my now ex-boyfriend's best friend, and that I had been unconscious for a month after the accident. My ex-boyfriend Matt Donovan and his friend Tyler Lockwood, hadn't been hurt too badly in the accident, and the police said I wasn't driving, that the Jeep I had been in that night was hit from the passengers side, and that the driver was no where to be found, and they couldn't tell me who owned the car because anything that could be used to identify the owner was missing from the car. I had a feeling that Stefan and Caroline were hiding something from me, I've had it since the day I woke up after the accident, exactly one month from Valentines day. Now, a year later, on the same day, they left me alone, and all I could think about was the man I had met at the beginning of the year, but haven't seen or heard from since.
Shutting off my music, I pull my earbuds from my ears and unplug them from my phone shoving them into the front pocket of my white jean capris and shoving my phone onto my back pocket. I get off my bed, walking out of my room and over to Stefan and Caroline's room. I have never snooped in my best friend and her fiancee's room, I've never been the type of person to snoop through anyone's things, but something told me that they were keeping something from me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the feeling to go away. Opening the bedroom door, I pause for a moment before stepping inside. It's the first time I've been in Caroline and Stefan's room alone since Stefan moved in with Caroline and I.I feel bad for snooping around, but there has to be a reason they wont mention anything about that night. I walk over to Caroline's night stand, kneeling down and opening the bottom drawer. The only thing in it is her Diary, and several bridal magazines. Closing the drawer, I run my hand through my mid-shoulder length dark brown hair and get to my feet. My phone vibrates, and I pull it out and unlock it. I had a text from Caroline, wishing me a happy Valentines Day. I reply back and lock my phone, walking around to Stefan's nightstand and sitting on the edge of their bed, opening the drawer. Inside, I found several books and a few photos of Stefan and Caroline from the night they got engaged. I pull one of the books out; a well read copy of Anne Rice's "Interview with a Vampire." I smile. I had given Stefan the book for his birthday last year, and from the looks of it, he's probably re-read the book at least twenty or so times. I place the book back in the drawer and am about to close it, when something sticking out of one of the other books catches my eye. Reaching into the drawer, I tug what I now know is an envelope from its hiding place, gasping. It was addressed to me.