Note: This is a republish since i had to do some minor spelling and grammar changes on the first one. but the story is pretty much exactly the same just changes in the spelling and grammar errors :D
Hey guys, this is my first story so im not that good at making fan fics yet, but i do hope you enjoy this one :) And sorry for all the spelling and grammar errors. Feel free to comment and suggest anything - I would really appreciate that. Happy Reading!
Chapter 1
Elena Gilbert
Anxiously, I picked up the phone from my night stand and checked the 'recent calls' list to find a number. I have a very strong feeling that that number was Isobel's. As I stared at the number on the screen of the phone, a thought haunts me…Was Isobel really alive? If she was a vampire, and she doesn't want to see me again, can I handle that? I forced myself and clicked the call button. Nervously, I waited for someone to answer. After two rings, she answered. Isobel – my birthmother. "Is there a problem?" Isobel asked flatly. "Did you find her? What's going on?" she asked with an apprehensive tone. "Isobel?" I asked through the phone. She was alive – she was most definitely alive.
Isobel just hung up the phone. So Isobel is indeed alive and not to mention a vampire who apparently was turned by Damon. For once I thought Damon was a monster for killing my birthmother. But then again Isobel didn't want to meet her own daughter. Damon was right – she sucks. I grabbed my phone and dialed Stefan's number and just after a few rings, rings, Stefan answered. "Elena? Are you okay?" Stefan asked. "Well, I just found out that Isobel is alive and that she has no plan on meeting me. And I wasted my time searching for someone who doesn't want to see me so yeah, I'm great." I said sarcastically. "I'm sorry, Elena…do you want me to go there?" Stefan asked thoughtfully. "No, no, I was about to sleep anyway. I'll just talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you." Stefan said
"Love you" I said then hung up the phone.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and get ready for bed, and as I reached my room, Damon was standing by the door. "Damon? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked irately. This really isn't the right time. "I have to explain something" he said flatly but with eagerness. "Can't we just do this tomorrow, I had a long day, and I just wanna rest" I said stubbornly. I was very tired and all I wanted to do for now is get to bed and hopefully have a nice sleep… but then I have to deal with Damon. "No. I have to explain now. It's about Isobel." He said with an assertive tone. "Fine, let's get this over with," I said stubbornly "Good." Damon smirked "Okay, First off, I didn't exactly kill Isobel. Somehow, she found me, slept with me and forced me to turn her I fed on a little of her blood and she fed with some of mine and in order to complete the process, I had to 'kill' her… but I swear, I had no idea she was your birthmother." Damon said. "Okay, so you came all the way here to just defend yourself." I said tiredly. "Well, it wasn't exactly 'all the way here' because technically, it only took me 10 seconds to run from the boarding house and enter through your window." he said with a smirk. "And… I'm sorry I turned Isobel." Damon said with sympathy in his voice… weird. "Well, honestly, I think of Isobel as a vampire asshole bitch. She slept with you when she was with Alaric and somehow gave me up and doesn't even give a damn on me." I said with a hint pain in my chest. My own mother didn't want me and even worse doesn't care about me. "Yeah – she's an asshole" Damon said with his signature smirk. "do you do that all the time?" I asked awkwardly. "Do what?" he asked, confused. "go through my window when im asleep?" I asked, a little anxiously. Damon just looked at me in the eye and suddenly chuckled. "Yeah, all the time. I'm crazy about you, remember?" he said mockingly and grinned at me. "No really, Damon…" I asked seriously. He looked at me again straight in the eye by which seemed like he was reading my soul, studying each spectacle on my face. "Just go to bed, Elena." he said, avoiding an answer. "Damon?" I said with a soft and relaxed voice. "Thank you. For explaining all this to me… It kind of helped." I said sincerely. He rubbed his hand on my right cheek while he looked at me in the eye with a deep expression – a mix of compassion and pain – all sculptured in his beautifully shaped face… Then he disappeared.