I stood at the sign that read Welcome to Mystic Falls. I wished I never had to step foot in this place again. I'm still not entirely sure why I was coming back. It had been so long, and what if nobody remembered me. I don't think that anyone would. I mean who would remember a dead girl? Mystic Falls was my home, but now I loathed it. All the dreams I had were ruined by one stupid spontaneous action. Like most tragedies mine started with a guy. He was gorgeous. I so badly wanted him to court me, but I wasn't as good as her. I think she is the thing that I hate most about this place. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be dead and neither would he. How tragic the love of my life dies, and he comes back for one last kiss…well the kiss of death anyway. Stefan Salvatore took my life. Now I, Amelia Forbes, would get my revenge on him, Katherine, and Mystic Falls.

I thought about going straight to the Salvatore Mansion, but I decided that I needed a drink. I walked into the Mystic Grill. I hated how much the town had declined. I mean the technological advances were amazing, but it was something about the simply life that was so appealing. I hate that I have to change with the times. The girls dress sluttier every year and the boys are to easily sexually arouse. Chivalry really is dead. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender was cute. He had blonde hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen. One look at him, and I almost understood why girls dressed so revealing. I guess a girl could have at least some fun in this town, if I were to degrade myself to the social norms of this current society. If this doesn't change in the future someone please stake me because I will be truly done.

I finished my drink, but I wasn't quite satisfied. I was now hungry, but what should I eat. I guess I should have said who to eat. Maybe blue eyes would be tasty. Despite my disdain for the way girls act now, I was very well versed in the art of seduction. You have to learn to adapt to survive. I batted my eyelashes and flipped my hair. Oh how I loathed my actions, but a girls gotta eat. Blue eyes was definitely interested. He gave me a sweet smile, which I figured was fake. Most guys were when it came to the possibility of sex. He started to babble on about something. I honestly didn't care because I was just hungry. I think his name was Mark, or something like that. I finally was able to get him to take me around back. It was dark and dirty. That was another thing I hated about this time period. Why couldn't people keep their streets clean? I began to make out with what's his name. He was actually very good at it. I never really understood the concept of "making out". In my time (wow I just realized how old I sounded) you were nice to a woman, and you may kiss once or twice, but that was the most that you would ever even think of doing until your wedding night, which I never had. Kissing this boy did make me rethink my opinion on making out, but again I was hungry. I bared my fangs. I was about to sink my teeth into his neck, but then I smelled it. His bracelet was covered in vervaine. There was a chance that it was in his bloodstream as well, and I couldn't risk that. I quickly pushed him away, and he looked disappointed. Yep, he was definitely expecting something sexual from this encounter. Poor guy his hormones were controlling him. I smiled at him, and said," This was fun, but I have a prior engagement."

Then I walked away. It actually felt more like a strut. My hunger seemed to subside. I no longer needed to "eat". Toying with a boy gave me loads of confidence. Maybe this was why girls did it. I could certainly see the appeal of sex, but I was raised in a time where people were taught to be more proper. I know it seems like I'm acting like the exact opposite of others like me considering that they are known for being very sexual creatures, but I use to believe or rather hoped that true love existed. I had mine, or so I thought. Stefan was the perfect gentlemen, at least he was around me. Around Katherine he was more flirtatious and probably more than that as well. Now I don't think that true love is even a possibility. Most people in my position would use that excuse to sleep around, but I don't see the point if it's not going to lead to anything.

Now I was on my way to the Salvatore Mansion. I don't think that I could wait any longer. I did enjoy my walk there though. I looked to see how much the town had changed. In some ways it was still the same, but in most it was entirely different. I was curious did the founding families survive, especially mine. I looked around to see if I could point them out. Nothing was standing out until I saw a young boy and girl sitting on a bench. If I believed in love, this would be the picture of true love. She wasn't one of the founding families, but she deserved to be. There was no way that I could have missed her. Her magic was so strong that I could feel it. She had to be a Bennett witch. I looked at the boy. He was also very attractive. If he was a member of the founding families, I couldn't tell. They seemed happy. I wondered how long it would last and how it would end. Would he cheat on her with another girl? I didn't trust men anymore. I only had to be burned once to learn my lesson. I wonder how many times she would forgive him?

I finally made it to the Salvatore Mansion. I hated that it was relocated, but this one looked magnificent as well. I began to reminisce about the first time I met Stefan Salvatore. He was so very handsome, and next to him was his brother. If there was ever a perfect match for Katherine it would have been Damon. Most women swooned at his feet, but I could barely stand to be in the same room with him. I mean he was handsome, but I was brought up that you should only be interested in the type of men that can provide for you. Damon could barely take care of himself. Giuseppe decided that I would be a great fit for Stefan. He seemed to have given up all hope on the possibility of Damon settling down. When I first saw Stefan I thought that he was an appropriate suitor for me. Stefan was always polite and sweet, which was how a man was supposed to be. I realize how naïve I sounded.

I thought about doing the polite thing and ringing the doorbell, but thinking about the past made me angry all over again. I was usually such a reasonably person, but I did come here for revenge. It was time that I put away the pleasantries and started acting like a fierce and independent woman, which was one thing I did like about this age. I walked inside. I must have made an impression because both Salvatore's mouths dropped. I almost thought Damon was going to drop his drink. I wasn't entirely sure why they were so shocked to see me. Did they not recognize me? I mean my appearance has changed. My blonde hair was usually held back, and I would wear long respectable dresses. Now I let my blonde curls hang loose, and I was wearing skinny jeans and V-neck that showed just enough to attract guys but covered enough to still be modest. Finally Stefan said," How is this possible?"

I gave him an evil smile.

Damon looked me over, smiled, and replied," Well you're much hotter dead than you were alive."

Stefan continued," I thought…I…."

I replied," You thought you killed me. Well you did, but you did leave me a parting gift."

Then you Stefan realized what he'd done.

Damon asked," Can someone tell me why Amelia is still alive and kicking?"

Stefan replied," When I killed Giuseppe she walked in on me. I was just so hungry that I bit into her neck. I tried to give you my blood, but you were dead. I thought I killed you."

I said," Well you didn't kill me, but thanks for letting me wonder around completely oblivious to my undead state."

Stefan's eyes reminded me of a sad lost puppy. "I am so sorry."

"Save it! I didn't come here for an apology."

Damon stood up and said," Then why are you here?"

Another evil smile crossed my face and replied," To have some fun."

I knew that they didn't believe me, which was very wise of them. I did want revenge, but I didn't want them to know my plans. I mean I still am not entirely sure how I plan to get revenge, but just being in Mystic Falls gave me a rush, and I could clearly tell that it would worry the Salvatore brothers. For now that was satisfactory. I walked over to pour me a drink. Nobody stopped me. Stefan still seemed too shocked, and Damon was paying way to much attention to my body, which he had never done before. I liked that I was attractive enough to get Damon's attention, but part of me wished that it was Stefan that was staring at me. I swished my drink and asked," So what is there to do in this town?"

Damon replied," A whole lot of nothing."

I noticed Stefan staring at me. It was strange it was like he was disappointed in me.

"What's your problem?"

Stefan said," You're so different. You use to be so…."

Damon interrupted," Boring."

I added," I've changed with the times." (It wasn't really true, but I couldn't let him see the boring me that I use to be.)

Stefan seemed stunned.

I continued," You guys aren't any fun. I'm going to wander around town. Bye boys."

I saw Stefan make a move to stop me, but Damon gave him a look that made him refrain. I was glad that he stopped him because if he didn't then I probably would have gone into a fit of rage. I just couldn't handle him pretending to care right now. I was not going to be the vulnerable one again. I was strong and independent. I didn't need a guy. For some reason my mind trailed off to that Mark guy. I don't know why I thought about him. I was thinking about his beautiful blue eyes, his sweet (probably fake) grin, and his muscles. I started to feel something strange. Was I becoming sexual attractive to a guy? I told myself that I would never ever consider a guy in any way again. Was I really changing with the times? Maybe it was what I needed. What did people call it now? Was it friends with benefits? Yes, that was it, and who better than blue eyes.