I am aware that the Immortals series is several years old, but despite it's age, I'm still absolutely obsessed with the series by Alyson Noel! In this story, Evermore, I will be writing the first book of the Immortal series in Damen's perspective. I realize a few people have already tested the waters with this idea, but I'd like to put my own spin on it! I'm also thinking of doing each book in Damen's perspective as well as writing a sequel to the last book in the series, Everlasting.

So, without further ado, here is the first chapter of, Evermore by Alyson Noel in Damen's perspective! I'm thrilled to finally be uploading this.

Last but not least, I have no ownership over the Immortals series. All rights go to the lovely, Alyson Noel.

Reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated! Each follow, favorite, and review certainly motivates me to upload fairly quickly!

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After mastering nearly every subject, including all foreign languages standard high schools have to offer, surely you can imagine how incredibly reluctant I am to begin attending high schoolーagain. Then again, the single thought of Ever Bloom by my side has the ability to whisk such reluctance out of existence and replace it with a feeling so powerful, it is impossible to define. A feeling that surges through me, filling my entire being with the warmest, most heart warming sensation. A sensation that grows exceptionally stronger with the essence of her fingertips on my skin.

I sigh, saddened that the last time I felt such a sensation was far too long ago.

As I arrive at Bay View, Laguna Beach's most populated high school, I head for the side of the lot farthest from the school, hopeful I'll catch a glimpse of Ever among the crowd, but she's no where in sight. I shut of the ignition, slipping on my Wayfarer sunglasses as I step out of the shiny black BMW I've come to call my own. I make my way towards the elaborate gate that serves as the entrance to Bay View, aware I have only ten minutes until the bell rings, signalling first period has begun. Even though I have yet to pick up my transfer slip and schedule, I'm not the least bit concerned; time is never much of an issue for someone with inhuman abilities.

I pass through the gate and swing open the door to Bay View, aware of the lingering eyes as I hook a right and make my way down the corridor, having navigated the entire school mentally upon my arrival. Long ago, there was a time was I was rather vain, much vainer and superficial than I care to be, now that I handle the prosperity of immortality with maturity, aware that my physical appearance is rather brilliant, mesmerizing even- but all in account to the elixir in which I chose to drink those many years ago, minimizing the imperfections I once bared as a mortal, and transforming my features to nothing short of flawless; not a single imperfection of any kind. The human eye falls short of realization, however I myself am not allowed the bliss ignorance brings when it comes to the truth of my existence.

Oh, how flawed I truly am.

I hook a left at the end of the hall, making my way to the long circular counter that serves as the front office desk, a massive clutter of papers lining it's surface, as well as the shelves positioned on the walls that stand sturdy behind the desk. In her chair, the secretary focuses on the computer before her, entering in each and every unexcused absence, dismissal, tardy, you name it. It's not until after I make myself known that she becomes aware of my presence.

"Hello," I say, grabbing the secretary's attention. "I'm Damen Auguste, I recently enrolled here and I was told today was my first day."

The secretary glances up quickly, her bright blue eyes surprised to see me standing in front of the counter gazing down at her, sure she hadn't heard me approach. "Hi, there! Welcome to Bay View. I'm sure you'll like it just fine here!"

"Ah, I assure you I will," I say with a smile, always giving off a bit of the immortal charm, prepared for the array of questions that are bound to follow after my record is glanced at.

"Damen," she replies, swiveling her chair around and grabbing my record off the shelf, then returning to her previous position, allowing herself to rock back a bit in her over sized computer chair, her heels making a clack as she holds the chair steady, gazing at my papers, eyes narrowed. "It says here that you are emancipated, but you've also moved several times in the last year between various states."

"Yes," I mutter, not the least bit grateful for the reminder. "I assure you, everything is how it should be. I'm just here to retrieve my transfer script and schedule and be on my way."

"Oh!" she says, realizing her curiosity has sent us nearly six minutes into this conversation, leaving me only a few minutes to make it to class on time. "Yes, yes. Very well then. Here you are." She hands over the papers, a kind smile on her face, her thoughts still proven just how taken aback she was by my records.

"Thanks, have a nice day," I add, doing my best to sound cheerful and polite by all means. I turn, readying myself for her presence when I hear the secretary call out my name.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a tour around the school? I can get one of the school's top students to show you around."

"I think I'll do just fine. Once again, thank you for your help, miss..?"

Ah, because I need to ask- to maintain a fairly normal image, of course. I can't have people suspecting me of what I'm truly capable of—reading their minds.

"Ms. Acree!" She flashes a bright smiley, pearly white teeth dazzling in contrast to her olive skin.

I nod, turning and making my way across campus, not the slightest bit concerned with time. In fact, I have about a half a minute until the bell. Plenty of time time to slip into class on time, not to mention the fact that my English teacher, Mr. Robins, just so happens to be running on his usual 'better late than never' schedule. I pity the man, understanding his tardiness, with a life as incredibly depressing as his, consisting of a wife who is useful for nothing other than to reprimand him and a daughter who thinks he's as much of a loser as his soon to be ex-wife.

I close my eyes slightly as I walk on, my mind switching gears from Mr. Robins thoughts to solely on Ever, sensing her presence as I make my way closer to English, one of the two classes I share with her, thanks to my charming tendencies when it comes to the school administrators.

In her current lifetime as Ever Bloom, feeling her presence is about as near as I've come to her on the rare but somewhat frequent occasions in which I dropped in, watching from a distance and waiting until the time was right to approach her. There was, however, a single moment in which I did have the absolute wonderful pleasure of her company when under circumstances that were, well… not so wonderful. The moment I found her body lingering in Summerland after her family, as well as herself, and even her poor dog Buttercup were in a tragic car accident, killing each and every one of them except Ever, who was said to have only a NDE—near death experience.

Over the years, I looked over Ever, determined to prevent her from meeting a devastating end as she did in each and every lifetime she lived, leaving me to sink into a pit of despair, grieving over mourning over her death until the time came when I saw fit to search for her again, reincarnated into another body, but deep within, her soul alive as ever, the same as it always had been.

When I reached the scene of the accident, her mother, father, and sister, as well as their lovable lab Buttercup, had already been pronounced dead. Ever, however, lingered. And although I could not reach her through her physically through her mortal body, I was able to find her soul, lingering just outside of the bridge, resting peacefully. And although I could not bare to lose her once again, If that is what she truly wished, to continue across the bridge with her family, I would not have made the slightest disturbance. However, Ever continued to linger, and I took that as a sign that she was reluctant to leave the Earth plane—that she wished to live, despite that her family were far too gone to live along with her.

I made my way to the place in wish her soul lingered, brushing my fingertips across her forehead in attempt to push the hair from her eyes, murmuring gently, "Ever? Is that your name? Open your eyes and look at me."

Ever stirred slightly, opening her eyes the slightest bit in response to my voice, gazing up at me, a hint of recognition on her face. "I'm Ever," she said, only to allow her eyelids to falter once again, and her mind to drift off, freeing her of the pain and misery that was all she knew.

With that, I continued on to do what I had yet to do for the last several centuries; I raised the plastic bottle to her lips, urging her to drink the red liquid that glistened in the sun of Summerland, knowing the elixir would do for her just what it had done for me. It would not only guide her back to the Earth plane, but grant her a life like my own—one of physical immortality, one in which she would have the capability to live forever.

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