So anyway...Hi. This is the first chapter of my VD fanfiction...Kol/OC simply because I've officially fallen in love with Kol. I blame the Originals...because I like them all minus Finn...

"Gran?"

Dana poked her head around the corner to peek into her grandmothers dainty bedroom. She bit her bottom lip when she noticed the absence of the elder woman, then she leaned back and headed into the next room.

After checking the kitchen, the living room, and the study Dana decided that her grandmother must have been out, perhaps to buy groceries. A sigh slipped between her pink lips. The silence in the house taunted her, weaving in and out of her mind as she wandered upstairs to her bedroom.

Dana plopped down on her made bed with her cell phone in hand. She scrolled through only to find that she had several missed calls and texts from a private number. A scowl curled her lips in distaste because she knew who it was trying to contact her, and she had no intentions of answering them.

There was a reason she'd left to come to Mystic Falls, after all.

She didn't let herself dwell on it any longer. She stared around her bedroom at the blood red walls that seemed a bit ironic on her part. Dana assumed she could repaint her walls, she'd already done it twice. Once a dramatic green, red the second time red. This time she figured she could settle for a calmer color, violet perhaps.

In just an instant Dana was on her feet and moving towards her bedroom door meaning to leave the house, but she slowed her pace when the sound of a clicking lock reached her ears. By the time the nineteen year old girl was at the bottom of the staircase she found her grandmother struggling to carry groceries in.

"Gran," In just a moment Dana was by Stacey Quinby's side, taking several of the bags from her with relative ease, "Let me help you with that."

Gran gave Dana a rather disparaging look which the younger girl was used to seeing. "I can get it myself." Still she didn't force her granddaughter to hand the sacks over, instead following her straight into the kitchen.

"So…" Dana started about putting groceries away, keeping her back turned to Stacey. "I was thinking about painting my room."

"Again?" Stacey didn't even bother hiding the surprise in her cracking voice. "You've painted the blasted walls twice in the past two days."

It was a hard thing to imagine that Dana had only been in town for three days already. As soon as she'd moved into her grandmother's home she'd immediately set about painting the drab walls instead of going out to meet others her age. Gran seemed to understand Dana's need to stay away from civilization though, so she never commented on it.

"Turns out red just isn't my style." Dana mused, her smirk growing whenever her gran snorted a laugh out.

"I suppose you'll be going out for the paint this time." The last two times she'd kindly asked Gran to retrieve the paint for her.

Although it seemed as if Stacey had grown tired of running errands for Dana.

"Actually I was planning on doing just that." Dana declared with a smile that could only be forced. She shut the last cabinet and turned to face Gran with that same smile in place.

"The keys are right there if you'd like to take the car." She nodded her head towards the counter where the keys lay, waiting to be snatched up.

"I think I'll walk." Ash responded a bit too cheerfully. Gran focused her shrewd, pale eyes on her, but Dana tried not to take too much offense. It was just the way of her gran.

Stacey leveled Dana with yet another look she knew too well, but she didn't have to say anything. She didn't have to state the precautions and rules that were to be abided by. Dana was perfectly aware.

With a quick goodbye to her grandmother, Dana was out the door in just a few moments time. She strolled at a casual pace, leaving the quiet neighborhood behind while making her way into the main section of town. The sun still hung heavy in the sky, the afternoon still slowly fading away.

She walked a little faster, bringing her walk to a quick jog. If anyone were to drive by all they'd see was a normal teenage girl jogging down the sidewalk in a pair of sweats. They would see her for who she really was.

Before soon she was standing in front of the hardware store and immediately stepped inside. A bell sounded, letting whoever had the afternoon shift know they had a new customer. She wound her way past a few aisles of stuff she didn't particularly care about until she came to the paint.

She took a few moments to examine the various hues of purple. Did she want the ultramarine or the plum? With furrowed brows she picked the can of violet she'd originally planned on buying, and rambled on to pay for them.

Dana paid for her paint, bidding the elderly man behind the counter goodbye before once again setting off on her way. She held the sacked cans in one hand, the other swinging at her side in a careless way. She kicked a loose rock, watching as it skittered down the sidewalk a good ways off. Dana sighed again as thoughts whirled in her mind.

Firstly, and most importantly, she couldn't believe she'd gravitated to Mystic Falls. Stacey had been plenty surprised when she received a call from her second to youngest grandchild. None of Stacey Quinby's children ever called, much less her grandchildren.

Dana could only envision the surprise on the old woman's face when she'd picked the phone up only to find her on the other end.

Questions had been asked, of course. Why was Dana Chasseur leaving? Why abandon the safety of her own home? Why Mystic Falls? Why run to Stacey Quinby for shelter?

But they both knew why.

Dana tightened her grip on the sack in her hands, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. Rage and some other emotion she didn't recognize coursed through her veins, quickly followed by the urge to either breaking something or somebody. She was unsure of which it was though. Perhaps both.

The young girl quickened her pace as her grandmother's face flickered through her mind. She'd made a promise, although there had been several times in the past three days she had doubted she could keep that promise.

Promises were meant to be broken. That's what Dana's older brother had once told her. Of course he'd always done a superb job of defying his own words. It honestly never seemed to matter to him what promise it was, he was bound to keep it.

He had certainly proven himself in that manner.

Perhaps that was why Dana had such a deep, profound respect for him that waged a war with the undeniable rage and hatred hiding in her. She couldn't help it though, it was a feeling she realized she'd always have towards him.

"Dana!"

Dana's eyes snapped open at the sound of her grandmother calling her name. She sat up, noticing for the first time that she'd managed to fall asleep on the couch the night before when she'd settled in to watch TV. Dana forced herself to her feet, stretching her stiff muscles, her mouth widening into a yawn.

Her blue-gray eyes traveled around the room until they landed on the elder woman who had snapped her name. She was sitting in an armchair that had to be as old as Stacey, a ball of yarn sitting in her lap.

"Morning Gran." Dana responded in a chipper way, a grin curving her lips at the sight of her grandmother knitting. She'd never pinned Stacey for the type to do something so mundane.

"Get this damned paint out of my living room." Stacey waved an impatient, wrinkled hand at the cans of paint sitting on the hardwood floor.

Dana nearly rolled her eyes, but refrained from doing so as she swept the bag from the floor and headed for her bedroom. She took the stairs two at a time, not wanting to waste any time. Once she had her door closed behind her she set the cans of paint down and started to move furniture around for a little redecorating.

It was short for the intro...but...review? ;D