Okay So this is my first Vampire Diaries Fanfiction. It's a Damon and OC Isabel fanfiction. Hopefully it's good! :) hope you like it! :D Enjoy!

Ohhhh the Italics mean Flashbacks! :) thanks

Lost Witch

The Funeral for Mayor Lockwood had a lot of people attending. Most of them Tyler didn't know. Or didn't care. He knew his dad was a dick. But here he was standing before the front door greeting people. His eyes lingered on one girl for a moment longer. Isabel Olsen. She was fairly new, They'd become good friends over the last five months that she's been here. Normally he'd right in there trying to get into her pants. But unsuccessfully failed, and now become the friend. He assured himself he'd get there eventually.

"Hey Tyler." Isabel's voice came as she stood next to him. "Sorry about your Dad, how are you feeling?"

Tyler gave a half grin hints of cockiness appearing on his face. " Well you're here, have to say I'm feeling pretty good right now, but actually greeting people pretty boring." True. Greeting people wasn't one of the high-points in his life. Isabel smiled ignoring the fact that Tyler was trying to flirt with her and just as she was about to answer, a black Ford Bronco pulled up in front of the Lockwood Mansion.

Isabel frowned a little, wondering who he was but didn't say anything. As he got out of the car and headed up the stairs noticing by his collared white shirt and green board shorts she figured he looked very laid back. She'd pegged him for a Surfer.

Tyler spoke up as he got closer. "Look who it is."

The young man, who Isabel assumed by the look both guys were exchanging that they knew each other.

"Tyler?" He asked as he stopped in front of them.

"Yeah, Uncle Mason it's me."

"Boy you've grown up, last time I saw you were about 12."

"Well Yeah, that's about right. Two more years than the last time you came to see me."

The guy named Mason glances over at Isabel. "Is this your girlfriend?"

Tyler half grin and glanced down at the ground. He wished. "Nah." He looked over at Isabel and then back to his Uncle. "This is Isabel. She's just a friend of mine."

Mason turned his full attention to Isabel and that's when she realized his gorgeous sea blue eyes.

"Mason Lockwood. Uncle to this trouble maker." He gave a half a grin as he held out his hand for her to shake.

Isabel gave a sweet smile. "Isabel Olsen, Nice to meet you." she said shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you too."

Tyler, knew his uncle was good looking, and jealously shot through him like moth to a flame. But he tried to keep his cool. "Why don't you come in, I'm sure my mom and the rest be glad to see you."

Mason nodded letting go of Isabel's hand. "Yeah Alright."

Tyler looked over at Isabel. "I'll catch you later."

Isabel smiled. "Of course you will." With that she watched the two Lockwood's enter the mansion.

As Isabel was left standing there, her olive green eyes searched the crowds, for no one in particular before she also continued back into the house. She moved in about four month ago with her dad. It seems they use to live here ages ago and after her mother passed away from cancer her father thought it would be good to return to the town where she was born and raised. Isabel sighed she didn't really know the Mayor all too well, guilty she didn't know anybody in Mystic Falls very well, but had become friends with most of the people in her school. Some more than others.

"I'm right here." A voice came from behind Isabel, she could recognize that voice anywhere. It had become routine for that voice to follow her, haunting and teasing her.

"Well lucky for me I wasn't looking for you." She stated turning around to face the person that belonged to the voice.

Damon Salvatore grinned cockily, as his light blue eyes came in contract with Isabel's green ones. He placed his hand over his heart and faked looking hurt. "I'm crushed."

Isabel rolled her eyes. "You'll get over it."

Damon grinned, knowing she was right. "So who's was the guy you were talking to before? With Tyler."

Isabel glances up at him, as he was right beside her now. Isabel glanced around the room, searching to see if she could find, the dreamy, Mason Lockwood. But had no luck finding him.

"Mason Lockwood." She stated and then gave a smirk. "Might have competition." She said, they had been going back and forth like this for months. Isabel knew there was something intriguing about Damon but she would never admit it. He got on her nerves and with everything that's been happening around here. He was a cause for a lot of them. Who said she would play into his little games. Giving in would let him win and she knows he'd love that all too much.

Damon glanced down at her and smirked. "Are you saying you actually find me attractive? That I might actually get jealous over a Lockwood?" though Damon did think something was off about the new uncle that arrived. Or just Lockwood's in general.

Isabel turned to him. "See now your putting words into my mouth."

Damon held out a finger to her, to prove his point. "Ah, but saying that implies that you think were both good looking and that you can't actually decide who is better." he finished with a satisfying grin, like he knew he was right.

Damn. Busted. She still wasn't going to admit it. "I never said you weren't." with that she decided to turn and leave, let him ponder on that.

Eighteen year old Isabel Olsen thought that taking a shortcut home from the party she'd been at out in the wood held but some guy she didn't even know-but was invited by Caroline. From there gotten lost on her way back. Not one of her smarter moves. Her pride in her navigation skills got her thinking she could take a shortcut and not get lost. Pushing some long black strands of hair away from her face, she had been walking for an hour. She was officially lost. Too make matters worse it had grown darker than when she first left. So her vision was impaired.

A crow soared by her, making short cries .Though Isabel right now just thought it sounded like the crow was mocking her. Isabel's foot caught on a tree root while she watched the crows black figure flap by her in the light of the moon and she let out a surprised scream as she fell to the dirty wet ground. After quickly picking herself up and dusting of what she could feel she kept walking. She was not only lost but dirty now. Glad she had worn jeans and not a dress. She thought as she continued walking. After a short while she started hearing a slight mumble of what she could make out was two voices, as she got closer she realized they were males. She couldn't quite understand what was being said, so she crept closer. Isabel came into view with what looked like an old boarding house. She hid behind a few brushes figuring whoever she was spying on, probably wouldn't appreciate what she's doing at all.

"Face it Stefan, your just not as strong as I am." a man that looked to be in his late twenties said to Stefan who Isabel realized from school.

As Stefan was about to answer. The other man hushed him, and a slow wicked smile grew on his face.

"Come out, come out where ever you are. I know you're in there hiding somewhere." his grin changed to a almost sickly playful grin.

Isabel bit her lip pondering the idea for a few moments before stepping out onto the dark grey cement driveway. She was caught no use in trying to hide.

"Isabel?" Stefan said taking a step towards her.

"Stefan."

"Oh isn't that cute. You two know each other." the man still with no name. Spoke up again.

"What are you doing out here?" Stefan asked.

Before Isabel had time to answer. "Look Stefan, She's bleeding." The Dark haired man answered.

"Damon." Stefan hissed, he knew his brother well enough and he didn't want him hurting Isabel. Stefan turned his head to the side, trying to keep his cool from seeing the blood.

As soon as Damon had noticed she was bleeding, Isabel started to feel the pain on her upper arm, and winced as she tried to get a better look at the wound. Isabel glances at the two men standing away from her and she noticed Stefan turning away again.

Stefan didn't need another person knowing he was a vampire.

"Don't mind Stefan, blood make's him Squeamish." the man named Damon said, as the grin on his face slowly turned into a smirk. Isabel felt like she missed out on an inside joke. "Come closer and let's get a good look at that." Damon said, concern filling his face. Or at least what Isabel thought was concern. She slowly walked up the two men.

"Damon, I can handle it." Stefan said giving his brother a stern look.

Damon ignored his brother and gave Isabel a charming smile, holding out his hand. "Damon Salvatore."

Isabel managed to muster up a small smile. "Isabel Olsen." She went to shake Damon's hand but he took her hand leaving a light kiss on it. Upon giving the kiss. Isabel felt something she has never felt before not the kind of nice feeling you get when you have a crush of someone, something different like she's seen Damon before but couldn't put a finger on it.

"Nice to meet you Isabel."

"You too."

After a long day, Isabel decided to go see Caroline at the hospital she hadn't got to yesterday having some troubles of her own. Isabel stepped into the hospital as the sliding door opened and headed for Caroline's door. Matt had told her which room she was in, so there was no need to ask a nurse.

As Isabel rounded the corner she saw Elena come walking down the hall.

"Hey Elena." Isabel smiled as they both came closer to one another. Elena gave her a smile.

"How's Caroline?" Isabel asked.

"Doing great." Elena gave a her a confident smile. Isabel touch the side of her arm and got the same odd vibe from when she had from Damon a few months ago, but she knew he was a vampire. "Your not Elena."

The women that posing as Elena smiled mischievously . "Your Isabel Right?" She asked pointing a finger at her.

"And You must be Katharine?"

"What a clever little girl you are." Katharine responded.

"I know when I've greeted the devil." She's heard of Katharine before. She knows a bit about the whole trio.

In that instant Katharine had Isabel up against the hospital wall. Her fangs extended.

"Really think that's a good idea in a hospital Katharine."

Katharine let the hand that was around Isabel's neck go. And pointed a finger at her. "I like you." Katharine gave a small mischievous smile "Have a nice night." and with that she disappeared down the hall.

Isabel stood there for a moment before she kept down the hall. Katharine liked her? Somehow Isabel didn't think that was a comforting thought. She entered Caroline's room just to see her friend gasp loudly like she had just gotten out of a horrible nightmare.

"Caroline!" Isabel called out, rushing quickly to her friends side. "What happen? Are you alright?"

Caroline kept taking in deep breathes and glances over at Isabel. "She, I think she killed me. Oh My God Am I Vampire?"

The key slide into the keyhole and Isabel tried quietly to open the door as for it was extremely late, or early depending on how you look at it. It had been along night for her. She stayed with Caroline at the hospital. Not only did she have to steal blood for her to make sure she didn't snack on any of the nurses she also was trying to figure out why Katharine wanted Caroline a vampire.

"Bells?" the voice belonging to her father called out.

Isabel let out a small sigh. What was he doing up this late? She was in no mood for a conversation. She was really in no mood for anything but her bed. "Yeah Dad it's me." Isabel answered back as the wooden front door close behind her before locking it.

"Where have you been it's 2:30 in the morning."

"I just went to go see Caroline, Dad that's all." Her dad didn't know anything about what was really going on in Mystic Falls. that she had been amongst vampires, and that the happy little town of mystic Falls had a few secrets of it's own. She absolutely wasn't going to tell her that one of her best friend just got turned into a vampire for a game Katharine was playing. Isabel was sure it was for some plot but too tired to think about anything but getting into her Pjs.

"How is she?" Her dad asked, showing concern. Isabel was happy he was a good parent, staying up waiting for his only daughter to come home, but she wasn't about to have this conversation. How is Caroline. That's a good question. "Great Dad, goodnight." Isabel lied, she knew that was rude of her but her bed was calling her.

"Isabel" Her father started.

"Goodnight Dad!" Isabel called heading up the stairs to her bedroom.

Turning the bedroom light on, she smiled her bed was left the same way it was since this morning and she is glad she decided to make her bed this morning. After pulling on her Pjs, that consisted of a light green long sleeved shirt and a pair of black shorts-Green happened to be Isabel's favourite colour.

Turning the lamp on by the bed, she turned around and gasped. There was the older Salvatore brother. His light blue orbs staring at her with a enjoyable smirk plastered on that pale face.

"I have always loved those shorts on you." He paused, his smirk widening into a grin. "I think you should wear them more often."

Isabel rolled her eyes. "Well they are my Pjs and this is the closet your ever going to get to these shorts." she said looking over at him. She was so close to going to bed.

Damon stepped towards her. "See that's where I think your wrong." Damon answered moving closer to her. "I think we both know that."

Isabel ignored what he was saying she was too tired to play games with him. "Don't you have someone else to annoy? Elena maybe. Or Katharine. I hear you two have great history together."

Damon gave a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest. " Katharine and I have a lot of history together you don't know about. Just like you and I." He grinned mischievously "And those shorts."

Isabel shook her head slightly. "Are you done fantasizing. Can I go to bed now?"

Damon walked right up to Isabel, there was barely any space between them. Isabel watched to see what he would do next. As much as he annoyed her, there was some part of her that couldn't push him away at times.

Damon leaned into her, whispering softly leaving a faint kiss on cheek. "One of these days. You will say 'Yes.' " With that Damon disappeared faster than Isabel had time to blink. Her left hand grabbed the necklace that was around her neck and closed her eyes trying to regain herself before sliding into bed. All she wanted to do was sleep. It was a lot easier than giving herself time to think on what just happened.