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Mystic Falls. I sighed, smiling slighty as old memories came flushing back. We pulled into the drive, stepping out the car seemed like the signal for Mrs. Lockwood to come running towards my mother and kissing her cheek and a quick hug. I walked down the bottem of the driveway, something seemed different but yet the same. As I pulled down my sunglasses I noticed an old friend. It took awhile for me to place the face. Jeremy Gilbert. I raised my hand and waved, smiling as he waved back. We were about to walk towards each other, but my mother called. I turned and walked back into our somewhat new house. My parents had been back a few times to bring stuff over, so everything was already set up. We only have a few boxes left and most of them were mine, my father helped my bring them up. I emptied one box, but soon got bored. So, I left my room, hoping to join the convosation.
I shut my door, I walked down stairs. I heard voices and as soon as I heard the word 'supernatural', I knew it was another council meeting. My parents and I are among the founding families who have dedicated their lives to destroying vampires. I was expected to follow in their footsteps. Though, honestly I wanted nothing to do with any of it, but sometimes I realy wanted to be invovled. My parents tell me everything they can, just so I know what to expect. I moved away from the door and sighed. I pushed my sunglasses back on and headed out. Shutting the door a little harder than usual, just so they knew I had left.
I walked down the drive and turned into the street. I tried to keep a low profile, not feeling like being sociable. I regonised nearly everyone, but there were the odd few that I coudn't remember. This one boy, I noticed that he was watching me. He was among the few that I couldn't but a name to. To be honest I don't think I'd ever seen hime before. I looked away and continued walking. I looked back over to where he was, he was gone. I looked around, thinkingt he'd be somewhere in sight. No, nowhere to be found. Shrugging, I continued walking. Mystic Falls had changed. When we left, the council thought no vampires were going to come back. Clearly, they were stuoid and foolish to believe it. Honestly, I never saw what the big problem was. I bet they were all just the same as us. Yes, they feed on people, but no one really knows their story.
I looked up just in time to stop myself from walking into someone. It was the same person I'd seen before. Even close up, I couldn't place him. I looked away, not wanting to seem creepy. He was smirking and as I looked back up his smirk gradually became bigger. "Can you tell me where the new Madrigal house is?" He asked, raing one eyebrow. I nodded and signaled him to follow me. I should go back, otherwise I would have just told him. I walked back to the door, keeping it open for him, but he just stood there. "You can come in, you know?"I looked round at him and he nodded, stepping in. "I didn't want to seem rude. Besides, how would I know if it was the right house?" He smirked and entered the room, where my parents and the rest of the council were.
I shut the door gently, walking up to my bedroom. I left the door slightly open and started at the boxes, beginning to unpack them. I took about 15 minutes to finish empty all of them. I sighed and placed both hands on my hips, looking around and nodding slightly before heading out the door, to walk into the man Ihad helped here, before hand. He turned around and smirked, again. "Well, hello there. You should really watch where you are going. That's twice you've walked into me now." He held up to fingers. I waked past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Damon. Damon Salvatore. And you are?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at me, extending his arm towards me.
"Alexandra Madrigal. Pleasure, I'm sure." I smiled in return to his smirk, reaching out and shaking his hand. He moved his hand, which was still holding mine, towards his lips and slowly pressed them to my hand. "You're friendly towards someone you've just met." He laughed, relesing my hand."Why were you outside my door anyway?"
"Oh. You mom sent my to fetch you. Dinners ready, Alex." He said. I nodded and told him to tell her I'll be two minutes. Damon nodded and left, I heard him from down stairs, also getting a dinner invotation off my mom. I never heard the answer, but I hoped he declined the offer. I walked out of the toliet and downstairs, only to find he had excepted. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, taking the only seat left. Next to Damon.
After dinner, I helped with the dishes and Damon, insisted he helped to and that my parents have a rest. I tried to aviod convostation with him, making him wash and I dried. I think he understood that I didn't want to talk to him as he kept his mouth shut... For a while, anyway.
"So why'd you move back?" He asked and dried his hands.
"Mrs. Lockwood, called my parents a while ago with a certain problem. It took a while to sell the old house, but edventually we did. We never actually sold this house. My parents were still a little paranoid after the whole vampire thing and they didn't want any vampires camping out in here. So, we moved a few weeks after we selt the house. So, vampires. That's why we moved back." I nodded, putting the last glass away. "You've killed them before, right? I'm sure I've overheard my mom talking about it on the phone before."
He nodded. "Yeah, I have. It's rude to listen in on your mothers convosations."
"I don't think she'll mind. She tells me nearly everything. Both of my parents want me to follow in their footsteps." I sighed, playing with the towel.
"Do you want to?" He asked in almost a whisper, stepping slightly closer to me and looking down with a weird look on his face.
I looked over at him, shaking my head, sighing gently. He placed his hand on my cheek, moving my head up to look at him. "You don't need to do anything you don't want to do." I nodded and watched him leave.
I heard him say bye to my parents and let himself out. Honestly, he isn't as bad as I thought. He's actually quite nice, in a way.
I pulled on my jacket and headed out, wanting to catch up with some old friends. I opened my door and smiled when I realised I wasn't the only one. Jeremy Gilbert, wanting to go to the Mystic Grill. I nodded and walked out. It was fun catching up, finding out what had been going on while I was gone, but I could tell he was keeping secrets. I wasn't in the right postion to complain. We aren't as close as we used to be. I can't just expect to come back and have all the gossip handed to me. It was only five minutes until we got to the Grill. Straight away, we went straight to the fuse ball. We used to play it all the time, but we sucked when we were younger.
"So, how long has Damon Salvatore been here?" I looked up after he had won the game.
"Over a year. Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I was just wondering. I've never seen him before and now, it makes sense." I smiled and walked over to a table, sitting down.
After a while of talking to other friends I left and started to make my way back home. I kept my head up, not wanting to walk into anything or anyone. It deffenatly was a good job I did. Yet again,I almost walked into Damon Salvatore. I sighed. Why does he have to be everywhere. "Are you following me, or something?" He chuckled when I asked this, but my face had a serious expression, which soon made him stop. "I'm serious. You're everwhere."
"Honestly, I think you're the one following me. You've nearly walked into my. Is it three times now?" He raised an eyebrow then chuckled, smirking. "Where are you going?"
"Home, why?" I asked and he held out his arm in offer for me to take it.
"I'll walk you, because it's the nice person that I am." He smirked as he looked down at me.
"I could possibly believe you, if you stopped smirking for a few minutes. But okay." I placed my arm through his and started walking back home. I must be honest, it felt weird. Really weird. But there was a part of me that liked it. We soon arrived home, I turned and smiled at him. "Thankyou. I'll see you next time I almost walk into you." He chuckled and said goodbye before turning and walking away.
I watched him leave before, opening the door and entering the house. My parents were still downstairs. I made my way upstairs, wanting an early night as I started school tomorrow. I changed from my clothes into my pyjamas. I then pulled my hair back into a ponytail and washed my make up from my face. Brushed my teeth and then climed into bed. I reached over and turned the bedside light off and closed my eyes, quickly falling asleep.
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