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Chapter 1
Lillian
Oh, Lillian, I should have run,I should have known, Each dress you own, Is a loaded gun.
-Depeche Mode
Oh how I hate small towns. People always knowing your secrets, and always wanting to know everything about a person bothered me. I never saw the appeal in it, and never understood what others enjoyed about them. I wasn't here to live, and make friends. Yet, sitting down to have a quick drink seemed to draw attention to me. That was one thing I didn't need. I decided to stop at this small place called Mystic Grill just to have one simple little drink, and yet someone had to come asking questions.
"I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." This dashing and yet dark man said to me while sipping on what I presumed to be scotch.
"That's because you haven't." I said tipping my drink back and finishing it in one gulp. I was never a girl to sip.
"Obviously, and from the way you drank that I have a feeling you are trying to drown your miseries like me." He said winking.
"Actually I'm not, but I hope whatever you're trying to drown works out for you." I said getting up to leave.
"Wait, what's your name?" He asked starting to get up after me.
"Why would I bore you with such?" I said smiling, and finally walking out.
I was hoping that would be the last contact I would have with someone from this little town, and if it wasn't I might just have to go back on my rule to not kill humans. Why I ever decided to stop is something that still amused me. I wasn't one for violence, but sometimes a good kill to someone deserving of it made for sure entertainment. It also made for a delicious meal. Drinking straight from the source was an endearment I gave up when they started having those little blood bags in hospitals, and such. There was no need to kill, but sometimes a girl needs a good rush of hot blood coming from the heart.
I decided that since I was in a new town that walking around and taking it in wasn't such a bad thing. As much as I hated these silly towns the history and the beauty of it was still something of a amazement to me. I've lived for a long time, but there was no need to speak of my age. Speaking of my age and past could only give me away, and I was on this mission to complete on my own accord. That was when I saw her walking down the street with a blonde girl. I took a look at the picture that I have carried for centuries, and I knew it had to be her.
Due to me being a vampire I didn't have to follow close enough to hear the girls conversation. I didn't want my following to be known, because if I were to be seen it would ruin everything.
"I don't know what to do anymore Caroline. With everything that's going on it's just hard to not know what to do anymore." The girl I was following said.
"I wish I could tell you, but you know Stefan will figure it out." That Caroline girl said.
I saw the way Caroline looked at the one girl, and knew that Caroline wasn't a human at all. She had known I was following and listening, and that was when I backed away. Strange that I didn't do enough research to know that there were other vampires around. Suddenly I was yanked away from my thoughts by being shoved against the brick wall I was standing at in the alley. What a surprise it was for me to see the man I talked to at the Mystic Grill.
"Who are you?" He said keeping his hands on me.
"Well what do we have here?" I said throwing him against the wall. "Don't even try to mess with someone older than you." I said keeping him pressed against the wall.
"Who are you, and what were you doing following Elena?" He asked.
"So that's her name. I was wondering, but the little blonde bitch surprised me by knowing something was following her." I grinned. "If I let you go do you promise to respect your elders?" I said laughing.
He didn't say anything, and I let him go but made sure I stayed in his face.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"Damon" He said.
"Vampire's have last names you know." I said.
"It's Damon, Damon Salvatore." He said finally catching me off guard with his hands around my neck. "Age ain't nothing but a number." He said grinning at me.
I simply smiled at him.
"Your turn. What is your name?" He asked.
"Lillian. Lillian Petrova. You can call me Lily though." I said pushing him away.
I expected him to say something back, but all he did was stare at me in what seemed to be utter shock.