Chapter 1
Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert walked lazily through the woods behind the Salvatore mansion late one afternoon when Stefan stopped suddenly in his tracks.
"Stefan? What's going on?" Elena asked with deep concern.
"Go, stand over there Elena." Stefan said, pointing behind him to a group of trees while he looked around him, searching for something. Elena ran to where she was told as Stefan continued to search.
Stefan heard movement behind him and he spun around, looking up and down and all around him. "Stefan Salvatore." A voice said from behind him, he turned on his heel to see a girl, with long, black hair, and dark emerald green eyes smiling at him. "It's good to see you again my old friend." She walked a little bit closer towards him and looked him up and down. "You look good Stefan."
"What are you doing here Demetria?" Stefan asked, a curious look crossing upon his face, making him furrow his brow.
"Now, come on Stefan, do I have to have a motive to return to Mystic Falls?" Demetria laughed softly at him.
"When it comes to you, yes, usually you do." Stefan said sternly. He crossed his arms and looked at Demetria hard, knowing there was an ulterior motive to her mysterious return to the town.
"Fine, you caught me. I do have a reason to return. But, before I spill my guts to you Stefan, let me ask you a question. What was your reason for your return to Mystic Falls?" She stopped walking in circles and looked at Stefan dead on. She raised her eyebrow and noticed Stefan look at the group of trees off to his side that Elena had disappeared into. "Ah, so she's here, in the woods? Why don't you ask her to come out, be a little friendly? I don't bite… hard." Demetria winked at the last word.
"Elena, don't. Just stay where you are." Stefan said, leaning to look and make sure Elena was safe.
"Well, that's just rude Stefan. Why can't your little human come out and play?" Demetria pouted. "I'm not going to hurt her. I don't feed off of humans anymore. Strictly blood bags. You know, getting more adapted to the new vampy times." She smiled at Stefan, whose expression hadn't changed. "So don't be a grouch. Elena, is it?" She looked at Stefan and noticed his sour expression. "Ah, well then, Elena! Come out and play? Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. And plus, I'm pretty sure Stefan won't let me harm you anyway." Elena came out from behind the trees and stood by Stefan's side. "Wow," Demetria said, amazed. "You do look just like her." She looked Elena up and down and then turned to Stefan. "Now I see why."
"Why are you here Demetria?" Stefan asked again, now that Demetria was done playing around.
"I came back to find my sister, and rumor has it, she came back to Mystic Falls, and you would be the one to know where she would be." Demetria walked up to Stefan and looked him dead in the eyes, "Now Stefan, where is she?"
"I don't know Demetria, I honestly don't know." He said, keeping a straight face.
"Fine, I'll just have to find her myself." She said, turning on her heel and starting to walk away. "Oh," She yelled over her shoulder. "Nice meeting you Elena!" And at that she was gone.
"Stefan?" Elena finally spoke up. "Who was she and why was she asking about her sister and how do you know them?"
"Her name's Demetria Cross. She's a friend, a very old friend." Was all he could say, for his face was stricken with fear.