Isabel was a 10 year old Italian girl, her parents were nobles but that isn't why people starred at her. They starred at her because of her eyes, they were bright electric blue with a black ring around them. They stood out against her pale skin and black hair, they were the first thing people saw and they feared her. People said she could see things, know things about people, about anything, they call her a witch. People actually incurraged their children to either ignore her or harm her. One day she was walking through the streets and was heading towards her home when a group of boys walked up.
"Where are you going witch?" One of the boys said,
"home" she said glaring at them.
"No you not," they then throw a rock at her which hit her on her left cheek bone cutting it. She cried out in pain. The boys then started hitting and kicking her, she called out for help but no one answered her pleas. She was just about to give up when suddenly the boys were being pulled off her by a dark haired boy in nice cloths, obviously a noblemen. He fort of the other boys, who soon ran off, and turned to her. He walked up to her and held her hand out to her, she flinched away at first not sure if her was helping her.
"It's alright, I am not going to harm you" she allowed him to help her up, but as she put pressure on her right foot pain shot up her leg an she stumbled forward into the boy. He court her,
"your hurt, come on" he said taking her arm and putting it around her shoulder and helped her walk. As they walked he said "What's your name?" "Isabel vaytora, Izza for short" "I'm Damon Salvatore."
Once they got to his home he sent out a messenger to find her parents and let them know where she was. They sat together, Damon cleaning the cut in her cheek "I have heard many stories about you Isabel." He said looking at her "the girl with the witch eyes," Isabel pulled back from him and glared, which surprised him.
"There is more to me then the color of my eyes," she said annoyed. "But that's all people ever see about me, they look at my eyes and I look into theirs, all I ever see is fear," she looked away from him a little mad.
"Hey!" he sounded offended which made her look at him in surprise, "do I looked scared of you?" He said all defensive, Isabel looked him in the eyes for a moment and said "no your not," she said a little surprised.
"See not everyone is afraid of you," "you're the only one though," she said grimly. "Hm… I have a question for you" "what is it?" "Do you really know things about people?" she looked down. "I sense things" "Ah so some of the stories have truth behind them, she rolled her eyes.
Not much longer after that Isabel's parents came, "Oh Izza sweet heart! Just look at what those roughen did to your beautiful face!" Her mother cried pulling her into a tight hug, "mother I'm fine" Isabel said pushing away from her mother's airless embrace. "Yes thanks to this fine young man!" she said turning to Damon. "How can we ever repay you?"
Damon shook his head and said "no need to repay me Madame Vaytora," Isabel's Father then said "a gentleman all the way, good man Salvatore." Damon looked at the man and said "your William Vaytora, one of my Fathers new partners." "That's true, I believe you two will be seeing a lot of each other." Isabel smiled at Damon, he couldn't help but smile back.