chapter 1

HOME

Dear Diary

Today I go home, to the place where i grew up... Mystic Falls. An ordinary town or so the towns people say, but far from ordinary. Most people in town dont know the truth but the founding families do, they say they want to protect the town but they just hide the truth.

Perfect example...me. If you ask my recently dececed father and step- mother i have a mental is why i was sent to st. clairs school for girls, which is just a way fancy way to disgusise mental hospital. but the truth is im a werewolf, apparently its in my genes.

but today i get to return to my quiet little town, a place i havent seen in six years. And in the time i was gone so much has happened, including the death of my best friend, my father. but this time will be difrent i have the wolf under control, and im starting new. well almost new.

as i drove past the town sign i noticed the changes imidiately, the bridge, wickery bridge the same bridge i had my first kiss on was new. so many things went through my mind, but all that matered was i was home. the home i grew up in looked the same as always but i guess a house doesnt change as much as the families who live in i walked through the doorway i felt a sudden chill of disbelief. i was really home, but in that breif moment my feeling of joy was dashed by the rude entrance of my step-mother.

"Eveangilne what are you doing here"? she asked.

"Hello mother, nice to see you too"

"Don't call me that"

"Fine Carol how are you"?

"your not supposed to be here"

"i decided it was time to come home plus they usually kick you out of school at eighteen im about three years overdue and so here i am."

"well your not welcome here,you need to leave"

"what do you mean im not welcome, this is my home this where i live."

"well not anymore your father is gone and i own this house and i do not feel compfotable with you living here"

"fine" so i headed in to town checked in at the inn and headed to the grill to drown my sorrows in a shot of bourbon.

And eight shots later I heard a deep voice ask the bar tender for a bottle of scotch, as i finnished of my last shot, the voice said to me "drowning your sorrows I see".

"yep", I replied . "Just rolling out the welcome home mat for myself since, nobody else seems to care"

"bad day huh".

"bad decade"

"Bet mines tops yours"

" deceased father"

"check"

"iritating little brother"

"double check"

"being kicked out of your own home by your evil of a bitch step-mother, after coming home after six years from a all girls school for the mentaly insane after you acidentally kill your best friend and become a werewolf"?

"not even close, but does being turned into a vampire by the girl you love , who you spend half a century searching for only to find out she really doesnt love you she loves your little brother who she also turned count."

"WOW, that was a mouthful", at this point i look up to see a pair of bright blue eyes staring at me with a crooked grin.

"So you could tell I was a vampire"

"yep, werewolf remember, i could smell you when you walked in".

"well i dont believe weve been properly introduced, im Damon Salvatore"

"Eve Lockwood"