My lover's got a humor,
She's the giggle at a funeral.
Knows everybody disapproval,
Should've worshiped her sooner.
Take Me to Church ~ Hozier
Isa's Point of View
Ugh. You'd think after being around for over a century, he'd learn how to avoid situations like this. I mean really, how much is it going to take to make Stefan realize moving back to Mystic Falls was a shitty idea? Dating the girl who could twinsies with your homicidal ex, big no no. But of course does, like most men I've met, his way is best. I mean what could I possibly know, I've only been around for 6 centuries. I've seen wars, rituals, genocides, and all other versions of betrayal and torture. Hell I've participated in it, but apparently I can't handle Mean Girl meets Twilight high school drama.
I warned Stefan that going home and dragging that girl into his life would lead for all his progress to fail. I told him that no annoying Katherine look alike could be worth all the bullshit she's drug him into, and he laughs it off.
"You don't know her Isa," he pleaded, "You don't know what a good person she is."
Yeah, and look where that good girl got you Stefan, off the straight and somewhat narrow and back to Asshole Stefan. No emotions and no control, and like the knight I am, I'm come to save your ass on my trust steed. Or in this case, a classic muscle car.
After driving for hours, deciding on how exactly I'm going to drag Stefan back to his own personal rehab, I pass the sign "Welcome to Mystic Falls". Yay. The sign hasn't even left my rearview mirror, I get a call from one guy I wish didn't have my number.
"What do you want Damon?" I sigh, rolling my eyes.
"Awe Isa, don't act like me calling hasn't got your blood pumping," his snarky voiced replied.
"Not even in your wettest dreams," I smart back, "Now what the hell do you want? Or are you just calling to hear my voice? "
"Where the hell are you? Stefan has gone diva on us, bitching at or threaten anyone who doesn't go along with his kill Klaus plan, and the only person who can make him brooding and self loathing again is you. You know what happens when he gets this way, yet here you are taking your precious time," he ranted back, like I was the source of all his problems.
"Hey Asshole, I warned your brother months ago what would happen if he continued to play house with that little doppleganger,not my fault if he didn't listen! And I'm just now pulling into town, sorry I couldn't drop my life when you and the Girl Scouts fucked up your cookie sales, some of us actually have lives outside your High School Musical bullshit." I growled back.
"Just hurry the hell up, before your bff kills off the entire not so secret council and gets staked by an original dick," he snapped before rudely hanging up.
See, this is why I should've just stayed home. I absolutely loathed Damon and his smug, arrogant attitude. He forgets that one bitch fit and I could end his cynical existence. Him and the rest of the Scooby Doo gang.
Well, if I'm going be sociable, then I'm going to have to have a visit from my friend Jack. Pulling into the local bar, I check myself before walking in. Minimal make up, burgundy crop sweater, black ripped jeans, black combat booties, and leather jacket. Yep, badass attire in check, ready to tackle this Podunk town and all its supernatural inhabitants.
Walking up to the bar, I order a double shot of whiskey with practiced ease. As I inhale my favorite liquid sin, I notice a man looking my way. His blonde hair was cut into short curls, his eyes a piercing, mischievous blue and his lips were pulled into a smug smirk, exposing his dimples. He notices my eyes glancing in my direction and makes his way over.
Rolling my eyes, I prepare for the normal pick up lines and my response that won't completely destroy his ego. However, before I can start mouthing off in my normal style notice something about him. His character and the air around him screams old blood and dangerous. His scent contains something more than the normal vampire components, something more woodsy, almost like a werewolf.
"Hello love, what's a woman of your caliber doing drinking alone?" his accented voiceran through my ears.
" Well I was enjoying a drink before visiting a friend, now I'm talking to strange man with a strong accent," I replied while trying to piece together who exactly he was.
Something about this guy feels familiar and powerful.