Chapter 1: Their Fated Reunion
It was a disturbingly sunny day in Mystic Falls as my car pulled to a stop in front of the Mystic Grill. The time read 12:45pm upon her dashboard clock, I groaned in protest as I adjusted my light ring upon the middle finger of my right hand.
I gave another groan as I shut off the engine of my Chevy Camaro, which was a limited edition. It was the Transformer's edition of the Camaro, only the coloring was a crimson red with black stripes instead of the yellow.
I snatched up my side-bag, making sure that my cell and wallet were inside. As I shifted my side-bag over my left shoulder and stepped out of the car I hissed slightly. "Fucking sunlight..." a hand raised up to shield my eyes from the pesky sun before shutting and locking my car.
Already I could feel the intense stares of the males around the Mystic Grill. Why wouldn't they stare? I was a commodity of sorts, my clothing being all black. Nina was adorned in a pair of black super skinny jeans, a black tank top, black Doc Marten combat boots, and a black leather jacket.
Around my neck was a spiked collar, and my hair was shoulder length and black as the night itself. My eyes were painted with black eyeliner, mascara, and shadow. And upon my lips was black lipstick. I locked the Camaro, and shoved the keys in my side-bag. I pulled out my headphones, and placed them in my ears.
With a single flick of my wrist, the iPod turned on and started playing the latest craze in music. If she was correct the song playing now was 'Fever' by Bullet For My Valentine. I liked this song, it fit the mood today. Slowly Nina began to walk inside the Mystic Grill, making sure to catch the eye of every male.
As soon as I entered I froze, a small hiss escaping my lips. "Vampire..." She could smell the other vamp the moment she opened the door. But it wasn't a Salvatore, it was someone else, but who?
My ice-blue eyes scanned the room, stopping upon the blonde female with...was that Katerina? Another hiss escaped my lips as I moved to plaster my form against the darkest wall. Katerina was here?
I watched the blonde vamp with interest, and my interest was piqued even more when he walked in. Stefan Salvatore in the undead flesh walked right into the Mystic Grill. I grinned, waiting for him to take notice of me.
"Nina..?" Stefan whispered to himself, or so he thought. I watched as the blonde vamp looked up at Stefan as he had said my name. "Whose Nina, Stefan?" The blonde had asked him, all the while I continued to watch from the wall.
The Katerina looking female looked up at Stefan, as he neared them. "Stefan..? Is everything alright?" She didn't sound like Katerina, that was for sure...and Stefan actually was hugging her. Okay I needed to meet with the Salvatore's and soon!
"Yes, I'm fine...just give me a moment." Stefan had kissed the girl's forehead, and his sights had locked upon my form in the darkness. Slowly, or so it would appear to the mere humans, Stefan made his way to me.
"...Nina, is it really you?" Stefan asked as neared my form. I pushed from the wall, grinning towards the male. "Stefan Salvatore...its good to see you after so many years."
Stefan seemed slightly overwhelmed at the sight of his brother's ex-girlfriend. "Its a pleasure to see you as well, Nina." He moved to hug the female, giving me a smile as well. "You've been gone far too long, my friend."
I chuckled, hugging the male back. "Forgive me for being gone so long, I was...searching for someone." Stefan shook his head, pulling back from the hug. "Join me Nina." He indicated the table with the blonde vamp and the other girl.
Stefan noted the slight apprehension that I was giving, and he grinned. "Its not Katerina, I promise. Her name is Elena Gilbert.." I perked my head up in the direction of Elena. "The doppleganger?" My words were but a whispered rush.
As we inched towards the table, the conversation not moving above a whispered lull. "Yes, but please keep it down...Nina." He chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder as he led me to the table.
As the two vampires stopped at the table, the blonde vamp gave a small smile. "Hi, I'm Caroline." I gave a nod, to both the females at the table. But before I could speak, Stefan spoke for me. "This is Nina, a very old friend"
The female that Stefan had named Elena seemed to know about vampire's because she nodded her respect. "Are you as old as Damon and Stefan?" At the mention of his name, I froze slightly.
Stefan shook his head, answering for me once more. "Yes she is, and mentioning my brother's name might not be the best thing to do." Elena blinked and glanced towards me, as did Caroline, all I could do was smile.
"So Nina, how old are you?" Caroline seemed to have been wanting to ask that question since she first sensed my presence. "Well, physically I appear no older than 18. Your average graduating class age. But in reality, I'm over 158 years old."
Stefan merely shook his head as he went to take hold of Elena's hand. I shifted a bit, slightly uncomfortable at the romantic sight. "Where is he Stefan?" Seeing as I had spent the past 50 years searching for Damon, might as well find out now.
Stefan glanced up at me, shaking his head. "How long have you searched for him Nina? 40 years?" He chuckled at his statement, glancing towards the other females. Noting their reactions to his somewhat cordial humor.
"You know its been 50 years, Stefan." I grumbled as I placed a hand upon the back of Caroline's chair. "And what is this, humor? How quaint Stefan Salvatore." I chuckled, giving a flash of a smile towards my long time friend.
"He will be here soon, Nina.." Stefan spoke slowly, making sure that I heard what he had to say. At his words I froze, wondering just what would happen when Damon saw me again after so long.
Stefan had moved quickly, and I was soon sitting in an empty chair next to Caroline, who appeared to be fanning me with a notebook. "D-Damon...is c-coming here?" My words were panicked, and I could feel my face heating up, oddly.
No sooner had I spoken his name, did he walk in the door of the Mystic Grill. My head snapped up, as I stood from my chair. The small wooden chair falling back against the ground, my ice-blue eyes locking upon Damon Salvatore's form. "Damon..."
Damon froze at the entrance, having sensed me instantly. Before I knew it he was before me, his arms upon my shoulders. His eyes appearing confused and cruel at the same time. "Nina?"
Stefan and Caroline had both stood, one on either side of Damon and myself. Would Damon kill me here and now? It would take quite a bit of compelling to make every single person here forget that sight.
Damon turned his sights to both Stefan and Caroline. "Don't fucking touch me...or Nina..." He shoved Stefan's hand off his shoulder, as he tugged me away from Caroline. "Time to catch up Nina..."
I gulped, glancing to Stefan and the others before looking back to Damon. "Of course...my car is outside." I nodded towards the door, waiting for him to make the first move.
"We'll be at home, brother dear." He growled, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the entrance of the Grill. He held his hand out towards me. "Keys, now Nina." I fumbled, handing him the keys to my Camaro.
As he received the keys, he shoved me to the passenger door. After the car was unlocked, we both got inside and he was speeding off before I had time to even shut my door. "Damon! Slow the fuck down!" I hissed.
Before I could get myself together the car came to a screeching halt, and he turned to look at me with a glare so powerful, it even scared me. "Shut up Nina...and get the fuck inside." He was out of the car and slamming the door, and on his way to my side.
I quickly got out of the car, and stood against the car. What could I say, it seemed like Damon was really going to kill me afterall. Maybe 50 years was too long to be away? I had left without a word to my former boyfriend, afterall.
Damon stopped directly in front of me, and glared down at me. "Inside, now." He grunted, as he grabbed my arm and tugged me away from the car. Before I knew it, I was being dragged inside of the Salvatore home.
"Damon...I'm sorry..." That was all I had time to say as the door shut to the home, and my form was shoved against the wall. I lifted my head to gaze into Damon's eyes, the same eyes I fell in love with so long ago.
Before I had a chance to speak, his mouth was upon my own. His lips claiming mine with such force that I never knew existed inside of Damon Salvatore. His hands grasped hold of my shoulder's, and held on tight.
Instantly my arms shot up to wrap around his neck, my side-bag falling to the ground with a thud. I grasped tightly to his form, my mouth fighting for dominance with his own. Our eyes had fallen shut, and we were making quite a mess on our way to his room.
Tables, chairs, books, and every other little object was strewn across the room. It appeared as if someone had come in and trashed the place on purpose, but the reality was so much different than that.
Little did Damon and I know, that Stefan and the others were on their way to the house. They would come home to find everything a mess, and clothing everywhere the eye could see.