Day 1:

The journey has been long, but I have reached its end. It isn't my homeland, surely, but it feels as if I belong. My exile here will be a time written in history books.

They'll have exile me somewhere else.

Mystic Falls. The feel of this town bore its name well. The perplexity that enveloped the town has brought me to it's core, to realize my full potential. Here, I will find myself, I will find what I could be capable of, and I will discover the mysteries of these journal entries.

...On second thought, who am I fooling?

A melodramatic entrance is for those who care who sees. I step out of the taxi, a bag slung over my left shoulder, and another bag in my right hand. I looked around, breathing in the scent of the town's enigmatic influence. The town was tense about my arrival. I grinned at this as the taxi sped away. I didn't bother to watch it go.

If my thirst for quenching my curiosity wasn't enough of an excuse to pull me here, my journal's entries pushed me in the direction it wanted. Well... it wasn't MY journal, per say. Let's just say my bloodline's favorite game was to keep tabs, and write them down, long before I discovered my own well being. Yet, here I was, like a drooling puppy following behind its dusty, wrinkled master who'd looked to have been dunked in water once or twice. All this, because of a few mere words.

A sigh distracted me from my thoughts and I swiftly shot a glance over my shoulder. "If you're tired, you shouldn't have offered to carry my things." I give, giving my head a little more of a turn to move the fiery locks from my face.

"I didn't offer. You demanded. Not that it's a surprise." The blond retorted. The golden glare I offered was met with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, as I would many times again, as I had many times before. I left her gaze to look around once again. Upon close inspection, there was definitely something amiss. I counted, at a minimum, 5 people staring directly at us.

One particularly stood out: The Sheriff. It's like she suspected something with her piercing, squint-y brown eyes, or was anticipating my movement. The hard line of her mouth was hard to decrypt. I put on my best face and began my stride towards her, the heels clicking rhythmically on the cement. I wanted to impress her with my temporary facade more than anyone else.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I noticed you staring over here, and I assumed we must look strange, standing in the middle of town with a load of bags." I giggled. My bubbly attitude must have struck a nerve with her, but she didn't seem surprised... It was almost unwelcomed.

Maybe it was just my eyes.

As was her smile as she said, "I'm sorry to be staring. I'm Sheriff Forbes. You girls must be new to Mystic Falls." She said. I put down a bag and took her extended hand in a shake. I left my name out of the conversation.

"How did you guess?" I said with a grin. It was meant sarcastically, but came out too "happy-go-lucky". I should puke already. "We're just a little lost. The taxi just dumped us here and took off. We're looking for an apartment complex. It's, uh..." I patted around for a parchment. Damnit, could I really have lost it? I pondered on the thought until there was a paper in my face. I grinned back at the blond vision as I snatched the paper. Making me look like a fool... I grinned back to the Sheriff and handed her the scribbled note.

"Yep. This one is just down the road over there." She pointed and I looked. "It's hard to miss. The big green, old time sort of building." I saw the exact one described to me. It had a rustic feel... Hopefully the inside wasn't as terrible. I grinned and turned back to the lady.

"Awesome! Not so far off then." Because I am NOT trucking miles in these shoes. I thought. "Thank you very much, Sheriff." We nodded to each other before I snatched up my bag, and we strode to the complex.

The landlady met us there, as I had anticipated, wanting my paperwork, which I flat out refused. I told her why, and she gladly complied, giving us a key to the biggest room she had available. I grinned, enjoying my win, as we hiked up a few flights of stairs.

After the key turned, I kicked the door open and we dropped the bags inside. "Now, should we unpack, or see what kind of trouble we can stir up?" I asked the girl in my company. I turned to her with a sly grin. She couldn't keep a serious face as she sighed, her blue eyes giving away the answer I most wanted. I clapped. "Great!" I dragged her out into the streets of Mystic Falls.

There were a lot more houses than I had expected there to be in a town so engulfed in rumors. The sheriff's office looked like any old police building, and the town square was just the same. My immediate question was this: Why choose such a simple town to have so much mystery pent up inside it?

The most popular places seemed to be the schools, and this little corner in the wall place, The Mystic Grill, and of course, the parks. I pointed to the bar and she gladly obliged. Upon walking in, I noticed the smell. It reeked of beer, and sweat, and food, but above all, something wicked. The place didn't look as bad as I had imagined. I intertwined my fingers with the blond's and we walked to the bar calmly. A few people stared, but I had no intention of giving a fuck.

I ordered a couple drinks, sliding my I.D. out and onto the bar. Upon further inspection of the place, I noticed several buss boys running about, as well as waitresses, but one in particular stood out to me.

I watched the dishwater blond as he scurried to do his job. His physique told me he did something in sports, and clearly didn't belong in the position. He looked to be adverting my gaze as well. I narrowed my eyes slightly, to get a better glimpse, before I felt a hand on my arm.

"What's the occasion today?" The girl in my grasp mused. I grinned at her.

"To our first night in Mystic Falls. We made it." The shots were handed to us, and we picked them up, saluted to each other, and tossed them back. "Has alcohol always tasted this nice?" I asked as we set the glasses down and slid them away.

"It's been a while since we've had any." She laughed.

"Right. The sober phase. Lame." I ordered another round.

"Look out. Tall, dark, and handsome, giving you the eye at 3 o'clock." She said in a more hushed tone. I blinked, not caring how obvious I looked when I turned to see. Sure enough, a man, cradling a bottle, was looking over at us the same way the sheriff had done. He had shaggy black hair, and the deepest blue eyes a girl could come to love. His wardrobe was just as depressing as his face.

I smirked as I raised my second shot to my lips. "Oh, please. His posture could improve, a lot, He's obviously a bit of a drunk, and, let's face it... Not my type." I corrected, taking my shot. "Besides," I turned to the girl, "I have you for fun." I slide my finger down her arm. She responded by shrugging away.

"Tass..." She muttered.

"Oh, you like it." I chuckled, raising my hand to the bartender for more shots. "One day, you'll give into my charms." I mused. She rolled her eyes, taking her second shot, as she had forgotten about it. I felt the intense stare of that man still. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his position had moved to leaning on the bar as he proceeded to scan me over. I looked over at him and smiled sweetly. "A picture could last longer." I offered. My companion pinched me, but I ignored the warning. He blinked, and smirked, taking it as his queue to walk over to us, leaving his bottle behind.

"I'm trying to imagine," He said, leaning next to me on the bar with that sly smile, "How much good photo-shopping would really do for you." Bold statement for a guy looking at the end of the bottle, and hasn't showered for days. I mused in my head. My smile widened.

"Oh?" I chuckled. "If it wouldn't help me, I can't imagine what it's like for you." I shrugged. Our shots came, and by the twist of his face, I could tell something was hit. I chuckled, passing him my shot.

"Don't mind her." The girl leaned over my shoulder. "She likes to be insulted. It puts up a challenge for her." I pushed my elbow back hard enough to push her away, but she merely came back.

"I'm Lissandra." She gave, saluting her drink to him before taking it back.

"Damon." He said with a grin, lifting himself off the bar to enjoy her company. He left the shot. I did a good job hiding the anger off my face at the insult of manners, with all the jokes aside, but if anyone had seen my eyes...

I snatched the shot and shot it back before swinging my chair around.

"Well, I suppose I'll go make some mischief." I excused myself before Lizzy could retort. The night was slightly chilly. I should have expected it, being as it was fall. I grumbled to myself. I had met him for a few seconds and already, he got on my nerves, and stole my drinking buddy. "Whatever..." Upon inspection, I saw a couple across the way, stumbling and swigging something from a bottle. I smirked. In a mere second I was 2 feet from them, which startled them.

"Woah." The man said. The girl just looked shocked.

"You two looked smashed." I said, snatching the bottle. "Go home." I said. They stared at me for a second before silently complying to my demand. I chuckled before swigging at the bottle myself. After the couple left, the square was dead. Dead as dead gets. I walked to the gazebo and perched on the railing, looking out into the night. It would be hard for anyone to see the stars past the lights, if I weren't special.

Another few good gulps of the bottle and the dizziness took hold of my vision. I chuckled, very wisely getting down from the railing. My phone buzzed, distracting me from my walk as I pulled it from my pocket.

'Snagged your I.D. When you're done fooling around, come back and sleep.'

-Liss

I grinned, deciding not to respond.

"So this is mischief?" A voice said behind me. The question was overly sarcastic. I groaned before turning to view the man proclaiming himself "Damon".

"No, this is boredom." I rolled my eyes before finishing off the bottle. I held it up. "Out." I threw it to the ground before turning away from him to slide onto the bench. "So, my play thing left you at the bar?" I waved my hand around before chuckling.

"She was more interested in your well being." He said, lounging himself next to me as I scoffed. "Not really my type, anyway."

"Does that make me you're type?" I chuckled. He smirked at me and I felt slightly repulsed. I moved as far as the bench would allow me to go as he eyed me. I decided to sling my head back and look up at the sky. "What do you want, Damon?" I sigh. He chuckles.

"Luxuries skipped. Got it." He sighed as well. "What are you doing in my town?" Cutting straight to the point, aren't we?

"Your town?" I mused. I pondered on the thought for a moment before humming slightly. "Damon Salvatore. The name was familiar, I thought."

"That must make you inhuman, or really stupid, to knowingly seek me out.." He stated. I had anticipated this attitude, bad-boy facade when I realized exactly who I was dealing with, and merely smiled. I rolled my eyes, looking over at him, the gold showing through more intensely than before. He stared at me.

"I'm here for answers." I grinned. "That's all, and no one will get in my way."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"More so, a promise." I chuckled. "Just keep your grimy nose out of my business, and we wont have any disagreements." He stared at me, like he was about to take action. "And, don't think I don't know how you and you're little family operate here. I don't trust you. I don't trust any of you. And I especially don't like you. I'm not here to take any of your bullshit. What problems you have here, I don't want anything to do with." I stood and he stood with me. I smirked, never taking my eyes off him as I walked slowly. He followed my steps.

"Maybe I have the answers you're looking for." He said. I cocked my head slightly.

"Really." I'd play his game for a moment.

"Something like 'Me snapping your neck and feeling little remorse about it'. Or maybe, 'getting the hell out of town before we kill you, and still feel no remorse about it'. They both work out." He shrugged.

"It would be wise not to threaten me." I said, stopping when I could clearly make out the street where my complex was. He stopped with me, cocking his head only slightly. "You're not on any of my sides yet, but I doubt the place you want to be, is on my bad. If you thought Klauss was a nightmare, he would be a mere thorn in your foot compared to the pain I will bring down upon you." I started striding towards him, and he took a defensive stance. "Because I will show no remorse, I will give no compassion, and I will not hesitate, in, or out, of public. I do not care about anyone. I could care less about any race that cannot kill me." I let myself pass him, knowing very well he could try something, knowing very well I could break his arm like a twig.

"So choose wisely, Mr. Salvatore. Your actions could be the death of you." I threw over my shoulder before gliding to the green complex with ease. The rustic building called my drunk ass into it. I flitted up the stairs, and stumbled into the apartment.

"It's been one day. Hell, not even that. Did you have to threaten him?" Lissandra greeted me with. I looked over to her, viewing her in the windowsill, glasses on and reading a book. I tilted my head.

"I was making a statement." I replied, lazily striding to the bed. I flopped and kicked off my shoes. Her eyes narrowed behind the thin frames.

"You don't care about anyone, huh?" I rolled my eyes and sighed as I laid back into the comfort of my pillow.

"Lizzy, I care about you. I was making my statement. I told you." She didn't seem convinced as she flipped the page. I groaned before lifting myself from my comfortable position. I snatched the book from her, which she tried to snag back. I folded the page she was on and set the book down, sitting down in front of her with a slight smile. "I couldn't lie to you, of all people. Even if I did, you'd know immediately. You know that." She stared at me, another decryption hidden in the line of her mouth. I tilted my head. "Should I prove my affection for you?" Her eyes widened slightly and I could see the pink rising in her cheeks.

"Tass!" She exclaimed gently. I grinned slyly as she turned away.

"I'd do it, if it meant you'd start truly believing me when I say," I took her chin between my fingers and turned her to face me, "I could not lie to you." I shrugged gently. She took in a long, deep breath before letting it out.

"Fine. I believe you. That doesn't mean it hurts any less." She grumbled.

"I'm sorry, baby~" I teased, and she huffed, going over to her own bed. I chuckled, returning to my pillow and passing out nearly immediately.