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Ahem. I don't write very often anymore, due to my time consuming academic life, but when I do find a spare second I do like to fiddle around with an abused plot line or two. For a little while now I've been hooked on the TV series The Vampire Diaries so I decided to give a fic a shot. And if you're going to read this there are a couple of things I'd like you to know about my writing:

a.) I do use cliche plot lines. The overused, abused, cheesy plot lines. I mean, it's FanFiction. I adore creativity, but it is difficult to come up with original, quality ideas. I'm just writing for fun, okay? :)
b.) I love con-crit, I truly do. I even love it when someone points out a grammatical mistake. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think or what you'd like to see. Some of my greatest scenes (and I'm not claiming I'm a magnificent writer by ANY means) have been sparked by helpful reviews.
c.) I will never ask you to review in exchange for an update. I think that's utter crap. I write because I like it. Period. I don't write so I can watch some number grow.

And that's it. I hope you enjoy this fic, but even if you don't I'd like to say thanks for clicking. :)

First it was her eyes that bothered him. Not that they looked too different from how he remembered them. They were the same green eyes she'd been born with. The same distant glint was there. But there was something deeper going on in them that made him stay, and he wasn't the staying type. She didn't look angry, but she didn't look happy either. He knew she had most likely been alone for the last two decades and some odd years. But that look in her eyes...

Suddenly, so suddenly that anyone who would've walked past wouldn't have noticed, he realized what was truly bothering him. As he stared down at her, with her arms at her sides and her legs crossed, it was the fact that he cared for this annoying little twit. It was the fact that he couldn't leave without her and that he knew he wouldn't.

"What are you doing here?"

It was the only thing he could say to her now. After all the years spent apart, all the years spent in anger, all the years spent avoiding each other's paths...it had all finally caught up to them. And of course it was him making the demands. As it always was.

Her voice was like bells and his poker face nearly faltered at the sound. "Don't talk to me like that, Damon. I'm not a little girl anymore." She was calm, but assertive. As she always was.

He scoffed. "You will always be a little girl, Aurora. You should know that better than anyone."

"Physically, Damon. Just as you will always be nothing more than an angry, bitter - "

His hands twitched at the sound of her accusations, and he wouldn't allow her to continue any longer. "Let's not talk about me. What are you doing here?" he stressed. He figured that she must be here to start something up again, drive him insane just as Stefan had for over a century.

"What are you doing here, Damon?"

"I asked you first."

'Aurora' rolled her eyes. "I will never get a straight answer out of you." She then got up and dusted off her jeans. "Look. I'm not here because of you, okay?" She adjusted the messenger bag at her side and made to walk away.

He didn't want to stop her. Not really, at least.

"Wait."

The girl turned around, her left eyebrow arched into what can only be described as a question mark.

"If you're not here because of me, then you must be here for Stefan. Well, c'mon, little sister. Let me take you to him."

Right. So I don't usually make my first chapters very long. Actually, I tend to make them super, super short. It's sort of like a teaser, y'know? But when/if I get around to writing the next installment, I can guarantee it will not be this short.

Reviews are appreciated! Thanks for reading!