Being Elena Gilbert's younger sister wasn't easy. She was the star cheerleader, Quarterback's girlfriend, the one everyone wants to be. Well, except for me of course. I was the middle ground between my two siblings. Jeremy was the troublemaker, I was. . . average.
I looked somewhat like Elena, we both had high cheekbones, though my hair was a tad lighter as was my skin, and my eyes were much darker. You could tell we were sisters, people often mistook us for twins, though she was a year older.
I remember the day she started to change, even though I felt left out. She always told me everything, ever since Mom and Dad died, we got closer. Then Stefan Salvatore came to town. He came in and Elena fell hard. She started to change to, she hid things from me. She acted a tiny bit more rebellious. I didn't like it.
I guess that's how I got in this situation. Elena is screaming at me, all because I spied on her and Stefan, a tiny-tiny bit.
"HOW COULD YOU? That is a total breach of privacy!" Elena yelled. What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Tell me!
"Elena, don't overreact! All I heard was that you two loved each other!" I responded defensively.
"Don't tell me not to overreact, Eva! What you did was wrong!" Elena cried.
"Whatever. It was wrong, will you just leave me alone?" I snapped.
"Fine. Go run off and do whatever it is that you do. God, you are a horrible little sister!" I felt my eyes widen as the words sunk in. Elena swiftly turned and headed back upstairs, to Stefan.
"Eva, she didn't mean that." Aunt Jenna mumbled from the doorway.
"Yes, she did. She's right..." I whispered. I stood quickly and ran out the front door, hearing Aunt Jenna call for me as I did.
The night was cold, the wind whipped my hair back and forth. I hugged myself as I walked towards the Grille. I was going to get a coffee and see if Matt would slip me a shot. He did that every once in awhile. I looked behind me, feeling like something or someone was watching me. I sighed as I saw that no one was there. I was just being paranoid.
The Grille appeared in front of me in a couple of minutes. I saw that Matt's truck was parked out front like most Thursdays. I quickly walked inside, welcoming the warmth. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, but chose to ignore it.
"Sup, Eva?" Matt said as I seated myself at a table.
"Oh, you know, sister drama. Can you get me some coffee with a... hit... in it." I responded weakly.
"Sure. Try not to overdo it, though. I get off in an hour, why don't you wait and I will give you a ride, cause I know you didn't bring a coat." Matt chuckled. I nodded and set my head on the table as I waited for my coffee.
Matt took the role of my best guy friend. Him and Elena broke up, but I realized she had made a mistake. Matt was a really nice guy, and we became fast friends.
"Here you go." Matt said as he sat down a large cup of coffee. "On the house, as usual." I smiled weakly and sipped some coffee. Smiling as the slight taste of liquor overwhelmed my taste buds.
"Is this seat taken?" A male voice asked. I looked up to see a very attractive man. He looked to be about 22 or 23. His pale ice blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul, his hair was black and artfully messy on his head.
"No." I responded shortly. He quickly sat down.
"Damon Salvatore, as in Savior." Damon winking.
"Salvatore? Like you have a younger brother named Stefan?" I asked.
"Yes, do you have the... pleasure of knowing him?" He asked curiously.
"He happens to be dating my sister, Elena. I'm Eva, by the way." I responded.
"Ahh, the illusive Elena. I've only talked to him about her a few times, he has strong feelings for her."
"Ha, for her that's the understatement of the century."
"Would you like to go for a walk? This place is kind of boring." Damon asked.
"I don't know... I'm waiting for my friend to get off of work..." I said nervously.
"I'm sure it will be okay. Come on." Damon said as he stood up, he held out a hand. I carefully took it, glancing at Matt. I sighed and followed Damon out of the Grille. We walked slowly down the street.
"So, are you gonna kill me? Cause I feel like this is horror movie-ish." I said laughing weakly.
"If I were going to kill you, I would make it very tasteful." Damon said. "You look cold, here, take my jacket." I felt him drape his jacket over my shoulders.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "Won't you get cold?"
"Oh, no. It'll be fine. So, Eva. Tell me about yourself." He said.
"Not much to tell. I am the middle child. Average and stuff. How about you?" I asked looking at him curiously.
"I'm the older brother. You don't seem average. Much to beautiful." He responded. His eyes smoldering. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks.
"That's the first time I have heard that in a long time." I said truthfully. I felt Damon stop me, I looked at him.
"Two things. One we are at my car, I'll give you a ride. And Two..." He mumbled. Then I felt his lips on mine. I was slightly shocked, but quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands landed on my waist.
"Why don't we head to my place?" He suggested as he leaned his forehead against mine. I nodded furiously in agreement. He quickly let go of me and unlocked the car, I almost ran to the passenger door. He drove down the street at an amazingly fast speed, we ended up at his and I assumed Stefan's house in minutes.
He got out of the car at the same time as I did, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him. Our lips touched again, he lifted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist as he walked inside. Our tongues battled for dominance as he slammed the door shut behind us. He walked quickly up the stairs, his lips never leaving mine.
I felt him let go of me as he gently dropped me on the bed.
It was going to be a good night...