If you do not like OCs then leave now. If you do not like the thought of another witch in mystic falls then leave now.

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Confusing

His fingers glided across her bare skin, strands of long blonde hair tickling the back of his hands as they brushed down her spine. Her breaths came in short pants as she tried to process rational thoughts. He was a vampire. She loved him. That was all that mattered. His kisses were perfect, hungry but not for her blood. No, he was craving her. He wanted to take her innocence right there and then. The bed sheets were waiting to be creased anyway. Her touch sent pulses of electricity through his veins as she pushed his dark hair back from his eyes.

The same girl sat bolt upright in bed, sweating and shaking, her frightened blue gaze darting frantically round her room. A vampire. Her heart hammered in her chest, drumming against her rib cage. 'Don't be stupid'. Her brain scorned her. She took a steadying breath only to inhale sharply again when the sound of her cell ringing made her jump.

"I'm such an idiot." She chided herself under her breath, reaching for the still buzzing phone. Glancing at the I.D, she suppressed the urge to groan. "Good morning, Caroline." She forced a smile into her voice, pushing the covers back and swinging her legs over the side of the four poster.

"Ryora, where are you?" She was greeted with a brisk tone, followed by an exaggerated sigh. "You're late, you were supposed to be here by now! You know, helping me pick out my outfit." Stumbling towards her wardrobe she began frantically pulling out the closest pair of jeans and shirt.

"I'm sorry, Cara, I slept in. My alarm didn't go off and- I'm sorry!" She repeated hauling a draw open and taking two random non-matching socks. Caroline's voice was joined by two others, her eyebrows twitched downwards into a frown as she tried to quickly place them. She really had stayed out far too late the night before.

"Ry!" Bonnie's familiar chirpy tone made her grin. "You better get over here quick, she's tearing the house down."

"Ah, right.. sorry, I'll be there asap is Elena there? I can always pick her up on the way." She suggested, tucking the stray strands of dark blonde hair behind her ear as she flew down the stairs, raiding the hallway's cupboard for her car keys. She shouted into the kitchen where she was going; not waiting for a reply before she shot out of the front door.

"No it's all good, she's even managed to beat you here." She flinched; imagining how Caroline was probably calling her every name under the sun. "Don't worry, she's managed to deduce the mountain of clothes down to four outfits."

"Apologizes for missing it." Bonnie chuckled, Ryora could practically see her eyes rolling.

"Yeah right, just get over here." She grinned, stuffing the silver Blackberry into her coat pocket and climbing into the drivers seat of her Fiat 500. The drive to Caroline's only took ten minutes, but it ended up taking so much longer. The roads were clear enough, she was taking her usual route and then it happened. The sound of screeching brakes was the first thing she heard, her head whipped to the right to see a lorry headed right at her. A tidal wave of alarm crashed down on top of her, freezing her insides.

There wasn't even time to scream.

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Her head was pounding, the impact had knocked her unconscious, despite being on the other side of the vehicle. She winced, reaching a shaking hand to touch her forehead. Blood. She opened her eyes to stare in disbelief at the red sticky substance. Intesified by the fact she wasn't staring up at the roof of her car but at the sky. Someone had moved her from her car. Blue eyes scrutinized her own. She'd seen those eyes before..

"You have a concussion." His voice was easy on the ears. She blinked. "It's so bizarre." She felt her eyebrows rise. She'd just been in a car crash and there was blood coming out of her forehead, what did he expect? Actually she should be dead. How was she still alive? Was that what he was talking about?

"Ummm." For the first time he actually seemed to be looking at her, rather than examining her. He tilted his head to the side, his lips twitching upwards.

"You're a strange one." 'Pardon?' She stared, lips lightly parted. Did he normally speak to people like that?

"Who are you?" His smirk broadened.

"Damon Salvatore." He announced. "Now, any broken bones?" She frowned slowly moving each limp, she was stiff but nothing had snapped or been shattered,

"Is this even possible?" She whispered, looking up to meet his amused gaze.

"Well of course. You are a... You don't know, do you?"

"Please don't be cryptic, I already have a headache." She groaned, sitting up cautiously. He chuckled. Then something seemed to click. "You pulled me out." She watched the corners of his mouth gradually press into a thin line, from that she already knew she was right. His looking away before denying it only confirmed her discovery. "But- how- I don't." He turned sharply to face her, his eyes transfixed on hers, the intensity shocked her. She felt her cheeks turning an unpleasant shade of red.

"Forget we ever met, you were in a car accident, it's a miracle you survived. Okay?" Her brow furrowed.

"What? No. You saved me." He blinked, his jaw slackening as his gaze came to rest on the bracelet round her wrist.

"Where did you get that?" She opened her mouth to respond but he'd jumped to his feet and was walking briskly away. She stared after him, watching his retreating back. He was muttering something under his breathe as he went. But then the world span and she lurched forward only to begin violently wrenching. She needed to get to a doctor.

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"Ryora! What happened?" Caroline was hysterical when they arrived at the hospital. I'd phoned them to tell them that I wouldn't actually be turning up, what was meant to be a calm call ended up with Caroline barging into the hospital room with Bonnie and Elena in tow. It was awkward. I was sat with a bandage round my head, the cut had required stitches but the doctor said it wouldn't leave a visible scar - it had only been an inch long and not as deep as what the blood had made it seem. Plus it would be hidden behind my side fringe if there was to be a mark, Caroline reasoned.

"Of all the things Cara." I grinned, rolling my eyes out of habit. Bonnie chuckled, stepping closer to squeeze my shoulder. Then suddenly she became so... serious. "A lorry, man with black hair, he pulled you out." My face draining of all colour must have snapped her back to reality because the next thing she did was apologize and stammer some incoherent sentence.

"It's the witch thing, isn't it.." My tone dropped to a whisper but the fact she avoided eye contact meant she'd heard me.

"Anyway speaking of men," Caroline interrupted, dragging the atmosphere back onto the neutral level. "Ry, you haven't met Damon yet! You have to stop by tonight. He usually comes by for a visit."

"Right, yeah." This guy Cara was currently.. infatuated with. Everytime he'd been around for one reason or another I'd totally missed him. For some reason I felt a niggling at the edge of my brain. Was I experiencing Deja vu? I snatched a sideways glance at Elena who gave a vague smile in return. Then my eyes fell on Bonnie who was still not looking me in the eye. Instead she was staring at Caroline with a horrified look on her face.

"Actually, do you think that's a good idea? I mean- shouldn't she go home and just rest?" So now I was invisible. Elena seemed as taken back as I was but neither of us said anything.

"Maybe you're right... How do you feel Ry? Are you up for it?" And just to get back at the object treatment I forced a smile and nodded.

"Sure." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bonnie's shoulders tense. What on earth was going on today? My family arrived shortly after so the girls made a quick exit.

My parents did the whole 'you had us worried sick' speech which my cousins somehow managed to end by making a scene of examining my "war wound". Hollie and Freya should have been my sisters - we were that close. Alas, I was made an only child! Having those two around was a good enough substitute. Hollie was 21 whilst Freya was 24 which meant I was the baby at aged 17. They whisked me off to our grandparents' house to escape my mother. Tea with Grandma and Grandad was always a welcomed occasion. Plus, I got extra pampering. Perhaps things weren't so bad after all.

"Ryora, have you started undergoing any changes." Then again... I all but choked on my tea at the ever so casual question. I saw Hollie and Freya exchange a glance out of the corner of my eye, their quiet sniggering made their shoulders shake.

"Umm, Grandma.. I'm seventeen.." She glanced up from her cup and set a long stare on me. I froze, unsure what to do. Eventually she nodded slowly and once again the conversation returned to trivial things. But her searching look continued to play on my mind. Was I overlooking something? Hollie and Freya didn't bring it up during the drive home. Or when they dropped me off at Caroline's on their way back to Freya's house. The minute I stepped into Cara's, however, my grandmother was quickly made second priority. In fact, she was forgotten altogether.

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"You!" My tone was almost accusing. Caroline didn't greet me at the door. No, I was met by a scarily familiar face. 'Damon Salvatore.' Of course! Damon.

"Me!" His eyes danced with amusement as he mimicked my voice. I stared. He gave a dry chuckle, two of his fingers curving round my chin and pushing it upwards to close my gaping mouth. "By the way, before your friend comes down -" I frowned, 'your friend' weren't they like going out?

"Caroline." He rolled his eyes at me. 'What the hell?' The more time I spent around him the more I disliked him.

"Yeah, anyway, you have to swear to not tell anyone about the whole.. well... this morning." So, that's what this was about. It was like a light bulb had gone on in my head. Of course, I knew I should have been dead. He'd saved me. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. "Things could turn sour if for some reason someone was to find out." He took a step closer. He was trying to intimidate me. I felt my back go rigid. Swallowing I gave a strangled laugh.

"The first thing I'm going to do is go telling everyone. As if anyone would believe me." My sarcasm failed, I sounded weak and feeble. Nonetheless he seemed satisfied by my answer and patted my cheek. Because obviously that wasn't degrading or anything.

"Good girl." That was worse. How patronizing.

"What are you?" The blurted question surprised even me. His eyebrows rose, tilting his head to the side he surveyed me closely.

"You don't know alot, do you?"

'Well of course. You are a... You don't know, do you?' His earlier words echoed in my mind. I could feel a headache come on, all this confusion was hurting my brain. This was too much for one traumatic day. He chuckled, casually leaning against the door frame.

"You know, originally, I was bummed I'd saved you. It's not really my thing to be the good guy, I don't know what came over me. That was confusing... and a bit annoying too. But, I'm actually glad now. This could be interesting." I was about to ask him what the fuck he was talking about when Caroline appeared, bouncing down the stairs with a cheery grin on her face. He raised one finger to his lips, a smirk curved the corners upwards. "Our little secret." He whispered, somehow audibly over Cara's chattering as she dragged me further into the house. All during my visit I could feel his gaze burning into me, it was a relief when I left - saved by Hollie's beeping horn announcing my ride. She sent me a puzzled glance as I scrambled into the passenger seat.

"It's just been a long day." I quickly lied. She didn't believe me, I could tell by the frequent sideways studies but she didn't push the subject further.

Who the hell was Damon Salvatore?

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