Chapter 1: The History

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This is my first story, so thank you for reading. I had wanted to for a while, but lacked the confidence. I hope you enjoy and if there are any questions, feel free to PM me. Enjoy!

BPOV

Mystic Falls, Virginia. So many memories, both good and bad. It was my hometown, where I was born in 1844. Where I met my best friends, Stefan and Damon. Where I was changed in 1862. Where my life took a completely new direction.

I had lived in Mystic Falls my whole life. My family had lived here for generations. I had met Stefan and Damon when I was very young. Even though they were younger than me, we had always gotten along. It was probably because in our small town no one else was worth talking to. Everyone was fake, and I was the only one they actually liked, instead of just being civil to. Until Katherine came. Bitch. I didn't know i could hate someone so much until I met her. She had ruined all of our lives, and to her it was just a game.

She came to Mystic Falls one Spring. Said her parents had died and she needed a fresh start. New town. New people. A place where people didn't look at her with pity. A place where she could hold on to their memory, but not be haunted by their death. I believed her. Everyone did, including Stefan and Damon. The had both fallen head over heels in love with her. At her beckoned call, whatever she needed. Bitch.

They thought I didn't know. I wasn't blind. I saw the way they looked at her. I saw the way she looked at both of them. It was disgusting. Just thinking about both of them being involved with her at the same time made me sick. I told them I didn't like it. I told them somethig felt wrong about her. That something didn't add up. That her story wasn't true. They didn't listen.

It shocked me. It hurt even worse. I had them both my whole life, and they turned around and chose her over me. Some random girl who they had known for 3 weeks. Who was lying about her past. Her parents didn't die in a fire. But if they did, I'm almost positive the bitch lit the match herself.

They had told her. I wasn't sure which one it was, but she knew what I told them. They had ratted me out. She found me 2 days later. Said she didn't appreciate the fact that I was trying to turn the boys against her. Said that just because I was jealous, that didn't mean I had to ruin everything for her. I corrected her. Said that I didn't like them that way. That they were my best friends and I didn't see them as anything more. I'm not sure what happened after that. I remember us fighting and yelling some more. But the next thing I knew, she had pushed me up against a tree and was biting me. I could feel my blood pouring out of me and going into her mouth. I was getting dizzy, from both the blood loss and the pain. And then suddenly, it stopped. Her grip on me was lost and I fell to the ground. I vaguely remember hearing a struggle...then nothing. I felt a hand brush the hair away from my forehead. "It'll be alright, little one," the voice said, "you're safe now." The next thing I felt was something at my mouth. "Drink, child. It'll make you heal faster." So I did. It was a strange taste and I couldn't describe it if I tried, but it wasn't necessarily bad.

When I woke, I was in a bed that was unfamiliar to me, in a house equally as unknown. It was the house of the man who had saved me. Gabriel was his name. He had to be the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Jet black hair with clear, icy blue eyes made for a striking contrast on his young face. He didn't look a day over 20, but he gave off this air, and his eyes held something, that he had seen much and survived more, an old soul. He told me of vampires and how they were real. All their weaknesses, once he realized I wouldn't hurt him, strengths, and how to spot one. It was agreed that I would stay at his house for the time being.

The next day, I had went shopping for food when these men cornered me into an alley. They tried to rape me, but I fought with everything I had. I knew Gabriel would come looking for me before too long, and if I could fight them off until then, I would be fine. They got impatient, though, and annoyed with my fighting, so one stabbed me in the chest. They ran off so they wouldn't get caught. I laid there for what seemed like forever. I was in pain and I couldn't breathe. I knew Gabriel wouldn't get there in time. I knew I would die.

That's where my memories cut off for a while. Little did I know, I had Gabriel's blood in my system when those bastards killed me. So now I am a vampire. Yay. That was obviously sarcastic. But anyways, I am back at Mystic Falls for the first time in 149 years. My memories were resurfacing and that wasn't necessarily a good thing, so I went in search for a bar.

I drove for a few minutes, taking in all the changes since I was last here, and finally saw a place called The Grill. I looked inside when I drove by and could vaguely see a bar inside, so I turned around and parked. I could feel eyes on me as I opened the door and walked up to the bar. When the bartender came over to me I ordered tequila and waited somewhat patiently for him to get back with my drink. A few seconds after he had got back with my drink I heard someone sit at the stool next to me. I looked over and gasped. It was a face I hadn't seen, and hadn't expected to see, in almost 150 years. Damon Salvator. He looked over at me and let out a shocked gasp , too. "Bella?" he asked, as if confirming what was right in front of him. "Hi Damon," I said, almost questioningly as well.