Chapter One
The night had a chill to it. No clouds were in the dark sky. The moon hung half full and low. A lone wolf's cry could be heard for miles around. The beast that was stalking the shadows looked up in the direction that the noise was coming from. A soft growl started in the back of it's throat.
"So you are applying for the RN position here at Mystic Hospital?" I looked up at the doctor that was taking my interview. I smiled at him. Apparently he had seen better days. His once brown hair was turning grey, and his face was weathered beyond belief.
"Yes, I am." I turned on my brightness charm. If anything, I knew I was going to get the job just because I was an extremely attractive female. And this looser looked like he hasn't gotten laid in awhile.
"Well I see that you were the top of your class in nursing school, and did an internship in California. I also see that you are recently licensed for Virginia." He had my resume in his hands. "But unfortunately we don't have a spot available." That answer caught me off guard.
His old, worn blue eyes looked at me with fake pity. No matter, I knew what I had to do. A low growl issued from my throat. That made him look into my eyes, which I wanted him to do in the first place.
"Yes there is old man, look again. You WILL hire me." I snarled the last sentence at him. He jumped, scared of me.
"Y-Yes, there is." The doctor smiled back, sribbled something on a piece of paper then asked me what times I wanted. I picked the day shift, better that than the night shift.
My name is Sasha. No last name. I have lived for hundreds of years. I really forget how old I am. Time seems not a major priority when you have forever to live. If you try and find a birth certificate or death certificate of any Sasha's around here, you wouldn't find me.
I had to come back to Virginia, more importantly, I had to come back to Mystic Falls. I bought a house at the end of town, that way no one I don't want in my house can't come in. I have a nasty scar on my leg from that learning experience.
This place always calls to me. It's not home, far from it. More or like a curiosity of the place. Or rather more specific, the Bennets. I have been tracking them for a long time. At night I can still hear the promise I gave that witch back in Salem. And it eats at me that I didn't really fulfill it.
The house was like a normal fixer upper. The pipes leaked, there was draft, and an odor that even my sensitive nose couldn't quite place. The place had three bedrooms, two baths. I really don't need three bedrooms, but I figure once I'm done here, I can always sell it. Or keep it, that way if the yearning to come back to Mystic Falls comes back, I have a place to stay.
I looked at the run down house through my windshield of an 05 Nissan Sentra. I loved the little car. It was a six speed manual transmission, and it purred beautifully.
"What am I doing here?" I asked myself out loud before getting out of the car. The wind automatically picked up the loose black strands from my bun and played with it. I had to keep pushing them back out of my face.
"Hello, ma'am." I heard a female's voice from behind me. I automatically turned around, every instinct I had to slam my fist in her chest. An older female with short blond hair and blue eyes was standing there. She was shorter than me and she wore a sheriff's uniform. I smiled at her to show her I meant no harm.
"Hello sheriff, what brings you here?" I asked nicely. I flashed her my pearly white teeth.
"That's what we want to know." Impossibly I reconized the voice seconds before I saw the person coming into view behind the sheriff. He had brown hair that hung into his eyes and the most golden brown eyes that I have ever seen. He was wearing a loose grape colored button up dress shirt and black slacks.
"What are you doing with Damon Salvator?" I started to hear the voices from my past. I closed my eyes briefly to banish the memories.
"I came here for work, I'm a nurse." I answered. Which was sort of the truth. Better not to let the Salvator brother know that I know him.
"Well there's a body that showed up here yesterday, that's what we are doing here." The sheriff stated. "How long have you owned this house Miss...?"
"The name's Sasha, and I bought this house a couple weeks ago, but this is my first time being in Mystic Falls." For over a hundred years, I silently added.
"Well, thank you for the info, and heres my card." The sheriff gave me a white little card with her name on it. Mrs. Forbes, the town sheriff. And by my guessing, a vampire's little toy too.
They started to walk off, but Damon turned around the last second and smiled coyly at me.
"How did you get the scars on your neck?" He asked. Without thinking, I touched my neck.
"Get out of here Mr. Salvator. You're not welcome here." I growled at him.