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The Vampire Diaries: Self Insertion. Damon/You & Damon/Elena. Damon has to use you to get into Elena's life, but what happens when he falls for you? Let Stefan have his Elena, and let YOU have your Damon :D You're Elena's classmate, and an ordinary human. Based on the TV series at the beginning of the show.

Yep, I finally uploaded a fan fiction after a few years. I read more professional books these past few years, that now I have become a writer.

I wrote this very quickly. Since this is a fan fiction, I won't spend hours perfecting this story with rich words, when I could easily spend my time perfecting my original vampire story (book) which I write as a profession.

Chapter one.

"Darn school! I can't take it! Just when I started to love summer vacation when I moved here in this boring town with nothing else to do!" you muttered incoherently as you lay there on your queen-sized bed. It was your first day of school, and your tender heart was already disoriented from the thought of school. You sighed contentedly. "It'll be a long day... I'll survive it, even though being the new girl isn't always uncomplicated."

There was something about today that could not get into your heart effortlessly. Whether it specified curiosity, electrifying adventure, new trustworthy friends, or the unquestionably almost indispensable adjustment. It felt, what was the word? Epic! So epic, that your stomach swirled into a gesture of one-hundred percent disquietude, and it felt at the same time so captivating and very inviting. You could not swallow easily how rapidly you aged for seventeen years: how you grew up in California but the change in your skin-color never took place due to the lack of sunbathe; you were always in the house, refused to do anything outside in the open, since your father cruelly left you when you were little and did not care at all about you. And then, there was puberty: you changed into an attractive girl who was cursed―gifted enough to have boys chase after you against your will. At first, it amused you tremendously, until the day that one freaky stalker told you that he did not have an interest in your personality, but rather your stunning beauty. Your world altered since then.

You were in your own daydream world now: how school would feel like today, from the beginning to the very end. Would there be cute boys there? No... no boys, not until I go to university, you thought as you somehow tried to concentrate on the ceiling, as if you saw something that fascinated you. You secretly craved to know how it feels like to have a boyfriend, as pathetic as in appeared, you did not have the urgent necessity for one; you already had your books, paintings, drawings, and fan fictions. You sighed. The human mind works like a perplexing puzzle; the split second I think about abandoning boys to academically succeed my considered entrance in university, my philosophical reflections race to how I secretly yearn for them! You thought, and partially lifted your head, grabbed the cushion and rolled the feathery pillow to the outer edge of your warm bed.

Your room was beautifully decorated by your mother: beige and golden curtains with a hint of pink, yellow and rose-colored ceiling enrichments, a flowery ornamented desk with a luxurious black leather office-chair. Your closet was littler than your grand chamber, inside your sleeping room. Were you rich? Yes, you were; your mother was a doctor and the daughter of a wealthy man who was a favored architect married to a money loaded woman who was your grandmother, and your father was a producer, director, scriptwriter, and a famous actor. The matter that distressed you, for the most part, was responding to unwanted questions about your father; you did not want people to know that you loathed irresponsible father, and still missed him at the same time. Father... why did you leave me and big brother? Why did you hate me? WHY do you talk trashy about my mother, and even me and Ayrik? You felt the painful lump in your sore throat. You needed to cry, but the tears would not flow from your dreamy eyes.

You heard soft footsteps coming from the large hallway of your house, which was ideally located somewhat on the edge of the town called, Mystic Falls. Mystic Falls, you repeated in your mind. The name enticed you. Your mansion of a house was located with the rest of the rich people of the neighborhood. There were two massive houses in your reach, one was the mayor's house that fathered a jerk of a good-looking son, who was sexually aroused like a hungry dog beholding meat after a week of starvation. The other was the boarding house, which you do not have a lot of information about. If it were not for the curious boy called, Tyler, who always looked at you when you were hanging out in the front yard, you would not have acknowledged him or even the local mayor; you only lived here for two weeks. California... you thought while smiling. You grieved for that beautiful province. You reminded yourself that someone was apparently on its way to your room, thus you quickly tried to dry your watery eyes.

Your mother rampaged into your spacious room. You were right, there was someone on its way, and now was not the time to get irritated by your mother to get told that you have to go to school. You closed your eyes and prayed that your mother would get fooled that you were asleep... Not your lucky day; she was not fooled, and knew you all too well. Your mother placed her hands on her hips, and repeatedly said, "get up!"

Someone is cheerful, you thought abstractly. "Mom, I'm already awake! Please stop that," you grunted. Might as well give in; she won't get fooled easily! Damn her that she's so smart! You shrugged heavily.

"You're late for school, hun. Your brother will drive you there," she said cheerfully.

"You're kidding right? Why is he going to the same school?"

"Why not? He's your senior, (Name)! It's not like you'll have to tolerate for twenty-four hours a day for two years. Just one year to go!"

"Ugh!" You were irritated by the thought of your elder brother relentlessly pursuing you at school. Lucky for you, he belonged in senior class, accordingly he was not your classmate by any chance. By the way, your mother said 'one year to go' as if it was the easiest thing to endure.

Your brother, Ayrik, was an eighteen year-old boy, and one year older than you. He was rather tall, and had a white skin, raven-black hair and deep-brown eyes. He was incredibly sexy, utterly charming, and hilariously funny. Girls could not resist his good looks and mesmerizing character. The thing that disturbed you most when you were hanging out with your brother in public, was that people even mistook you two easily for a couple, which you could vomit violently from the preposterous thought of it. Of course, you comprehended that he was gorgeous and the center of all girls' complete attention. However, it irritated you increasingly every time a girl hopped to his focused direction and amuse oneself while you were standing there and tried to make a casual conversation with your brother who you secretly love dear, even though you did not admit it.

You, on the other hand, were extraordinarily beautiful. The strangest reason why you never had a boyfriend in your whole life, was because you thought it was a waste of time, and you would not for a moment achieve something great in your life with all the cheesy acts. You found it too mushy and unnecessary. The thing that pissed you off most were boys who only confessed to you just because of your beauty, and never for the inner you.

You watched your quietly leave your room. You sighed. "Might as well get up and get it over with." You grabbed your backpack and stormed down the hallway of your Victorian-style house. Your grandmother just passed away and left a monumental amount of money for your mother, as she was her only child. Your absent father left you since you were a six-year-old infant. You still remembered the day when you cried your eyes dry when your father left your active life. He did not want you. If he had, he would not have left. He came back after a year to incontestably divorce your mother. And ever since that day, your mom became a single mother, who struggled valiantly day after day to raise two beautiful children. Screw that loser. I have my mother, who's the best parent in the world. She has always been both a mother and a father at the same time for me and Ayrik. What more can a girl wish?

You made your way to the dining room and gave a peck on your mother's cheek. "Good morning mother. I'm sorry that I―"

"Never mind, sweetheart," she replied.

You smiled slightly. "Is breakfast ready, mom?"

"Not now. If you go to your indolent brother's room and wake him up, I'll serve tea for you."

You sighed. You did not like to wake your brother up; he had an uncontrollable temper and occasionally turned into a rather exasperating spoiled little brat, who never took things for granted. You decided wisely to obey your lovely blonde mother, Hanna, with her ravishing hazel eyes. You went upstairs. Ugh... I am lazy in the early morning... your thoughts tormented you. The first room, which was yours, passed. Now the last in the hallway, the darkest room with a black and white KEEP OUT poster hung on the back door of your brother's room. You rolled your eyes, and unwillingly knocked on Ayrik's door.

No answer.

You knocked louder.

Still no answer.

You asked for it, Ayrik. You stormed into his dark boyish room, with blue curtains, black sheeted bed and icy-gray wallpaper. Oh GOD! You thought. He lay there half-naked; only wore his boxers with no sheets covering his body, even partly. You were his sister and the last thing you set your mind in, was seeing your brother almost entirely naked. "Wake up, you freak; you're late for school," you commanded loudly.

What is that annoying voice, interrupting my sweet dream? Ayrik was half awake. He opened his dark eyes, and saw the blurry you, and blinked until the blurry vision changed into sharp: you, standing there with your arms folded and impatiently ticking the ground with your flat ballerina shoes. He scowled. "Ugh, (Name)! What are you doing? I don't feel like going to school!" he replied irritated.

He won't go? Mom wouldn't let me off very easily if I go back to the dining room empty-handed. You snickered. Let's give him a piece of my mind, you thought as you pulled the curtains to the side, to force the rays of the golden morning sun, which stung Ayrik's chocolate-colored eyes.

Ayrik quickly covered his eyes with the sheets. "(Name)! I'm going to get you for this, you weasel!" He got up, still wore his black underwear, and ran after you when you fled like mad, laughing out loud.

"If I'm a weasel, then you're a naked, lazy vampire! Can't take the sun, vampire?"

"Call me a vampire again, and I'll―" he shouted before he took the stairs, following you to the end of it, while you stuck your pink tongue at him teasingly.

"You what, Ayrik?" your mother asked when she caught him red-handed: half-naked. She heard his words―threats.

"Mother..." He blushed furiously and quickly screened his forbidden part. "I uh..."

It was more than you could take. You wanted to laugh like a mad man in a comedy central. The way your brother was facing your mother in a tight, black underwear, was unbearable for you in the most amusing way. You had to burst, you just did not let it and tried to control the need of the vibrations coming from your lungs to your throat.

"Get dressed, you vampire!" your mother repeated your given nickname. She was not amused at all. Not because of her naked son, but the reason was that her son, your brother bullied you. "This is what I get, raising two children on my own?" she shouted.

There it was, the most awkward moment when you could not hold your maddening laughter in. You just had to laugh, or else you would feel like you were going to die. You tried to hold your laughter by making coughing sounds, but the more you opened your mouth to try, you failed and ended up in lunatic laughter, as you got Ayrik's glares targeted you, shooting like arrows, telling you with his eyes that he would get you for this.

"(Name)... Go eat your breakfast, now!" Your mother bawled.

You quickly shut your mouth; your mother's temper was sometimes worse than you or even your temperamental, handsome brother.

There it was, Mystic Falls High: It was a lot smaller than your former school you conveniently attended last year when you lived in the city of Lost Angels. You sat there next to your brother who owned a kick-ass silver-colored Lamborghini. How did you end up in the car with him, without getting murdered by him? Simple, just bribe him with all the babes in your class, get their numbers and hand it over to him.

"Thanks for driving me here," you said.

"When will you finally get yourself a car? I hate to drive you to school everyday. You know what people might think when they see us together!" Ayrik muttered softly.

"Yeah, yeah, they think we're dating. I got that! You know that I can't stand cars, especially driving one!" you always dreamed about a car and end up in an unfortunate accident. You had been scared of driving cars ever since the first dream.

"I'm sorry (Name)... I didn't want to bring that up."

There was a long pause of silence.

"That's alright. Anyway, shall I get out of the car first, to prevent gossips?" you strongly suggested.

He smirked. "Let them think that. At least, you won't have guys chasing you, like they always do."

"Being the flirt that you are, are you okay with not having girls chase after you?"

He laughed. "Girls dig wanted guys. Once they think I'm taken, they would stop at nothing to have me."

You shook your head slightly. Grow up... You thought as you jerked your head one-hundred and eighty degrees away from your brother. Here it goes. You got out of the silvery Lamborghini, and noticed the exquisite front yard. The school looked larger when you walked up nearer.

Your elder brother smirked and got out of the car before he locked it with his keys. He walked around the car, to stand by you, and escorted you to the school, although with no holding hands to prevent misunderstandings. The new appealing pair you two were: the handsome dark boy, and the gorgeous mysterious girl. Everyone had their eyes glued on you two fashionably dressed couple. Your brother wore a dark brown to beige radiant screened Calvin Klein glasses, jet-black leather Armani body-warmer, a white DKNY shirt, with denim-blue Gucci Genius jeans, and black Louis Vuitton leather shoes with silvery LV prints. Your brother always wanted to be the core of attention for everything.

You, however, wore white mini-trousers and a simple white tank top. You did not like to get a lot of attention. If it was not for the excessive summer heat, you would not have to wear the mini-trousers. You were already overwrought for receiving attention just for the bare legs you had shown.

The crowd overwhelmed you a little. The school was smaller, thus you received more looks from your surroundings. Ayrik was typically him; enjoying himself with all the glory he could wish for. He reminded you of yourself before someone turned you off when he told you that it was all because of your looks that interested him. That jerk! Still nerves me from the thought of that stalker! You thought.

"Check out the new kids!" you heard from nearly everywhere.

"Cute couple," you heard again.

That's it! You got pissed and turned to face them, and gave them all a cold glare, sending them the chills down their spines, instinctively received frightened and shocked faces. You heard them all say, "what's wrong with her? She's harsh."

Okay... maybe I outdid myself. You were actually a nice girl, and you certainly were not harsh. You were just too tired from the fact that everyone thought you two had a fling together.

Ayrik frowned. He grabbed your upper-arm and twisted you to face him. "Now look what you did, (Name)! My first day's ruined! And who get's the blame, it's y―"

You cut him off, "I'm sorry, Ayrik!"

"Never mind that. Let's go inside the building, little sister."

Your brother could be a douche-bag at times. He was exactly someone you would never date: egocentric, sarcastic sense of humor, sadistic, charming, womanizer, and dangerously temperamental. He practiced Taekwondo as a child, and he was already a fourth Dan. Four black belts... you thought. He was strong and exceedingly protective when he saw you in danger. At whatever time he fought passionately, he went on until someone passed out, and sometimes he continued until near death, unless someone stopped him. No matter, how much I love my brother and how sweet he could be at times. I would NEVER date someone like him... you thought to yourself. You prefer the mentally strong, smart, handsome, romantic and gentle type. You were a writer, a painter and a poet. There was an even gentler side of you who no one discovered yet, except your family.

You made your way to the hallway with your older brother by your side. You became nervous. Would they accept you, the new girl from LA? At least, you had someone there whom you could lean on: your brother. He would always protect you, no matter what.

You were holding a sticky note you got from the woman working at the administration section with your locker number handwritten on it.

"Where is my damn locker?" you heard Ayrik saying that impatiently.

"Calm down, you freaking vampire; it's one number higher than mine, so that means the opposite of my locker."

"What have I told you about calling me a vampire, (Name)?" he placed his arms on his hips. "Why do you call me that?"

You stopped walking, and faced Ayrik. "For one; you sleep at four in the morning, two; you hate mornings and aren't really fond of the sun, which explains your pale complexion, three; you're aggressive, four; you aren't afraid of blood, but rather gives you a kick and drives you mad enough to warm you up again for a harder fight, five; you're overly sensitive! Do I have to go on?" you almost shouted. He really pissed you off at times such as at that moment.

He was about to speak up out of arrogance, but stopped when you slightly shifted your head to dare him to talk back. He let out his breath and closed his mouth before he gave a "hn" sound, folded his arms over each other, and looked at the other way, secretly in shame that his little sister beat him in talks. You may be physically weaker than him, but he was no match for your mentality.

You walked past Ayrik, ignored him, and finally found your locked. It was over there, where three girls who were standing there: an attractive African-American girl with beautiful dark olive-green eyes, a cute blonde girl with cat-shaped green eyes, and a beautiful brunette with the most sexy, almond-shaped eyes. They look nice, you thought. You carefully approached them, and completely forgot about your drooling brother who was following you, and he eventually got there first, much to your annoyance. His locker was not there, obviously he was trying to get himself a girl before class even started.

"Hi girls, I'm new here. Do you know where Biology class is?" Your brother smiled. They're all beautiful. I can't pick!

The blond one was the first to react to the sexiest guy of the school, one of the ones who amazes girls. Sometimes you even notice his sexiness, as crazy as it sounded; he was drop-dead gorgeous and cocky. "Hi, I'm Caroline. This cutie right here is Bonnie, and the other beautiful is Elena," she said flirtatiously.

"Oh God, not another Barbie bimbo..." you whispered quietly. You had enough of those shallow headed girls. So typical...

"Caroline, he just asked us where Biology class is, not our names," said Bonnie while she shook her head in shame.

"Oh, right... I forgot." Caroline responded.

"Not a problem, miss Caroline." Your brother eyed her carefully at the same time as Caroline melted.

"Biology is around the corner, the second door," Elena answered.

Alright it's time for some (Name) action! You barged into the minuscule crowd, and clutched your brother by the shoulder, as the three girls got shocked by your behavior. "Get going, or else I'll tell them how you got dumped by that ugly ex-girlfriend of yours," you whispered.

"Darn you, (Name)!" he whispered back and noticed how the girls looked at him and his sister weirdly. Oh well, I have a lot of time to win them all over, starting with the blond one called, Caroline. He tightened his mouth, "I'm almost late, anyways," and simply walked away with his sexy back facing the four girls standing by the lockers.

The three girls looked at you carefully. "I thought he was single..." Caroline was the one who said that.

"He's my older brother," you murmured gently.

That proper sentence you mentioned played music into Caroline's ears and forced her to smile. Him, single for real? All three of the girls were interested in the most handsome guy at school with the manly features. "So that means I can date that him! Hey, how is he with girls?"

Elena and Bonnie looked at each other. It looked like a competition they were forced to give up for the sake of Caroline. Elena just broke up with Matt, and Bonnie was... well, Bonnie!

You became irritated. "Beats me. I'm his sister."

Caroline did not look amused. "Oh well, that means that I have to find out myself. See you later, you girls!" she gave everyone, including you, a wink.

Elena and Bonnie knew that Caroline was making you upset before she left. Therefore, randomly changed the subject when Elena asked, "you're new here, right? Welcome. If you ever need something, tell me, and I'll be glad to help."

You liked Elena and Bonnie; you had the feeling that they were so much like you, especially Elena. "Thanks... I'm (Name), by the way. I already know your names; my brother took care of that." You smiled.

"Your brother... seems very interesting and nice," Elena pointed out.

That means you don't know him enough... he's not always nice, you thought. "He sure is. He's just young, that's all. What can I say, girls can't resist him," you smiled and somewhat laughed warmly.

Elena and Bonnie laughed. There was something about Elena that made you feel drawn to her and help her. Some sadness in her eyes that were bursting to get discovered. Whatever it was, it was not something you should think about; it was not your problem.

"(Name), can I see your schedule?" Bonnie asked politely.

"Sure," you replied as you went through your pocket where you hid your schedule.

"Good! We have History, English, French, and Mathematics together!" Bonnie smiled.

I knew that my first school day was going to be a blast... Okay, maybe not. On the other hand, I like Elena and Bonnie... something tells me that they're very nice. But Caroline freaks me out, you thought. "So... shall we go to History class?" you asked suddenly.

"Sure," Bonnie answered while smiling.

You caught Elena staring at a younger guy who looked suspicious near the men's room. What was about him that received Elena's attention this easily? The guy wore a hooded vest, dressed in black and denim-blue jeans. Elena seemed disturbed by that guy, who you assumed was a junior. "Listen (Name), I got to run. See you later in class, Bonnie? You too, (Name)." She ran like there was no tomorrow, without even waiting for your non-coming answer, while you watched her run farther and farther into the men's room.

"What's with her?" you asked.

"That's Jeremy: Elena's younger brother," said Bonnie. "They're having a bit of family quarrels lately."

"Ugh, tell me about it..." you shrugged.

"Why? Is something going on?"

"No, actually it's too much to tell," you replied.

"Don't worry about it; whoever you're talking about will eventually come around. Come, let's go to History. Elena will come soon."

"Alright, Bonnie."

You could not take your eyes off the other new guy called, Stefan Salvatore, when he rescued you from the wrath of mister Tanner. How should I know the answer of this boring town's history?

You shrugged. There was something fishy about that handsome boy with green eyes and funny thick hair. You reminded yourself that you were at school to become a phenomenally successful doctor in the future after you finish the university, and not chase after boys. However, you could not help yourself but gaze endlessly at the boy who was staring unthinkingly at the other lovely woman whom you could hate now: Elena. Even though he noticed your beauty and mysterious character, he just could not pause from looking at Elena.

You passed a small, handwritten note to Bonnie and asked who that new guy was. She passed a note back after she wrote that it was Elena's love interest she just met in the boys' bathroom.

Oh, that explains. You frowned thoughtfully and nodded vigorously at Bonnie to let her know that you firmly understood the situation. Stefan Salvatore, a rich Italian boy, handsome enough to compete with your bad-ass brother, Ayrik. If only Ayrik was aware of him, he'd do anything to get the most attention. However, some weird girls fall for the bad, dark boys like my brother.

You became friends with Elena and Bonnie during lunch break, time for a big "yay" on your part. Now school was finally over and everyone could go home and rest. Your first day was not terrible, even though it could have been substantially better. You were bored, exhausted, and fiercely disappointed in yourself; the guy you liked, did not have a romantic interest in you. Being a teenager was hard; you never presume the weird feelings to come out.

You were waiting outside with Bonnie, Elena and Stefan for your brother. He did not show up, and you were already standing there for fifteen minutes. Oh, right, you spot your brother now, with a certain someone at his side, talking and holding each other like they actually know each other well. Oh, please... you thought. Your brother had his arms wrapped around Caroline's shoulder, walking lovey-dovey to you and your friends' direction.

"(Name), what are you doing here?" Ayrik asked surprised.

"I could ask you the same thing, brother."

"I hope you don't mind that I'm dating your brother as of today," Caroline talked like a Barbie bimbo you called her today, in your mind.

"No, I know that he's irresistible," you rolled your eyes.

Elena eyed your brother from head to toe, and looked deeply in Ayrik's eyes. "We were waiting for you," said Elena, changing the subject again.

Ayrik turned his attention fully to Elena and was stunned by the sexy and yet innocent angel-like face of Elena. There was a brief pause between the handsome dark boy and the ravishing girl, locked into their own dimension together. There was something about Elena that caught Ayrik's attention completely, that he did not notice the zealous boy standing by Elena: Stefan Salvatore. Normally Ayrik did not fall for the innocent types like Bonnie and Elena, but more to girls who give him his needs. You remembered the day when you talked about his ugly ex, the one who dumped him. You asked him what he liked about her anyways, she was not attractive and did not have a great personality either, and was not bright at all! He gave you the one simple reply when he shaped his two hands as if he was holding something round, like a sphere: 'do you see this, (Name)? She has tits as big as this! Isn't that enough?' which caused you to gag and somewhat laugh a little.

Stefan cleared his throat to disturb the eye-love-making of the two youngsters. Ayrik noticed the other good-looking boy, and eyed him competitively while they entwined their eyes into a massive battle of their own raging thunders. Stefan, being the politer boy, extended his hand for a firm handshake. Ayrik took it and shook his hand, while he never let his eyes from Stefan, the other idolized guy at school.

Ayrik turned over to you after he took a one last look at Elena, "I think I'll skip the heartwarming welcoming, (Name). Caroline, let's go," said Ayrik suddenly with his girlfriend at his side.

You watched how the bad boy went to his fancy Lamborghini with his blonde, assuming, new girlfriend. Elena shook her head. "That Caroline... always goes for the popular boys." She sighed.

Bonnie put her hand on my shoulder, "hey (Name), I think I'll go on without you. Is that a problem? I have a few things I need to take care of."

"Sure, I'll be fine by myself," you replied. Bonnie? Why did you wait for Ayrik with me in the first place? Don't tell me that you have your eyes set on him too? It's so predictable!

You firmly decided to walk home by yourself, which was unmistakably very far away. Consequently, you took the shortcut. A graveyard isn't that spooky... maybe. The graveyard was nearby the woods, with a lot of moss and a bridge over by a lake. There was something about that placed that scared you, but you did not know what to call it. You felt like you were being watched, but did not have a single proof of the mad sense you were making.

Along the way to your luxurious house, you spotted a large bird embraced in the middle of a thick brimful of fog. The area nerved you right to the bone. "I don't know what this place is, but I don't like it!" You tried to run along and get it over with the madness. The last thing you needed in your life was turning into a psychopathic freak fooled by her illusions. You sensed you were delusional, but the crow... What was the crow doing there? That crow was stalking you since you waited for your brother. Was the thing looking at you? That couldn't be; that's too crazy! You began to whimper.

The crow was flying into your direction. Your eyes bulged out, became ten times bigger than normal size. "It wants to poke my eyes out!" That was the first thought that came in your mind when you yelled your sentence out loud.

You sprinted like mad. You were lost and scared of the place. You did not care where you were, as long as you were out of that creepy place. You stopped and looked behind. That thing stood there with his black claws on the rock, looking at you! You grabbed a pebble as big as your hand, "go away you demonic bird!" you threw the stone at the bird.

You were an animal lover, but that was not an animal. It was something grotesque, something horrible! The bird understood more than a crow should; he looked like his thoughts were as developed as a human's. It seemed impossible, but you thought that bird was not from this world; he looked too scary and his actions were demonic.

The bird flew away. Just when you thought it went away into a long far away distance, you saw him in front of you after you turned over to run. "GO AWAY!" You screeched when you saw the fog deepening abnormally and that large black crow who flew away with his oversized black wings. "This town is cursed!" You were acting like a mad woman on the loose, but who could blame you?

You bumped on something soft and rough at the same time. You solidified instantaneously, and ploddingly spun your head upwards. You clashed onto a man with dark hair, light-blue eyes, white skin, and about eight or nine inches longer than you. It was a miracle that he did not move a muscle, with your speed after you crashed. He wore a leather black jacket, black shirt, black pants, and black shoes. That man looked amused as he looked downwards at you. You looked closer at him when your breathing steadied, and noticed how ridiculously handsome he was, that you completely forgot the other guy at school called, Stefan. He... who is he? What is he doing here in this freaky place? However, the young man did not seem very gratified about you, who walked to his surrounding territory.

"Lost?" he asked with his deep husky voice.

That voice. That manly voice. You could not believe that you heard that coming from that man who literally took your breath away. You blinked. "I'm sorry. I just want to go home. Do you know where this street is?" You asked as you nervously went through your pocket, and unfolded the map of your house encircled with red ink. He is gorgeous... Is he an angel coming to rescue me from that awful demonic foggy crow?

He narrowed his right-eye while he smirked. It made you uneasy. He snatched the map out of your delicate hand, and looked cautiously at it―and then back at you. "You know, it's right there," he responded and pointed the direction with his index finger. He rolled his eyes. "We're practically neighbors." Never left his eyes from you.

"You live in the boarding house? Is that your home?" you smiled.

"Why, yes miss. Don't feel like a stranger, now you met your neighbor," he smiled.

God! Should I be afraid of him, or... should I break my oath of "never-want-a-bf-before-university"? You thought while you had a hard time to breath and a harder time to cover your shyness for that man, that neighbor. "Thanks," you responded apprehensively. Was it because he was such a handsome guy, or because of his hazardous sexy smirk that got under your skin? Or maybe both?

"You happen to know Elena?" he carefully studied your every move.

You gasped. "Elena? Yeah, she's my friend."

He extended his hand, "I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore."

"Salvatore? As in Stefan's relative?" Your eyes continuously grew bigger, not really from the shock of Damon might be Stefan's brother, but from the moment he took your hand, caressed it slightly and gave a light kiss on it. You did not know how to response from the flirt. The first man who really made you feel like you could fly. Damon and Stefan? The resemblance was quite unmistakable. He had the same sculpted features like Stefan: high cheekbones, strong jaw, and that charming European face. That explained Damon's Italian looks.

"I'm Stefan's older brother." He smirked charmingly.

"Brother? He never mentioned he had a brother," you said suspiciously, but was not really surprised.

"Well Stefan's not one to brag." He smiled. "Please, come in my house for―lunch."

There was something in his tone of voice that stimulated a dead giveaway to avoid him when he said lunch. Whatever Damon was after, it was not something you should take part in it. "I'm sorry, I'm actually late for―homework. But it was nice meeting you, Damon." You shook his hand one last time. There was something odd about the two Salvatore brothers, specially Damon, who kind of freaked you out. That man was inhumanely beautiful, hence he could be inhumanely dangerous as well. Something was off, and whatever it was, you were not ready to know that yet.

You ran to the given direction by Damon, until you individually found your house from behind the fog, and never saw the glares he gave you from behind. She will be my key to Elena... I must have her to land myself into Elena's life. Time for revenge, my traitor of a brother. Damon's eyes turned from the nice and cute Damon, to the vicious vampire he was: who would do anything to make Stefan's life miserable, even if it meant to kill everyone, including you, who he did find amusing.

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