"C'mon, Uncle Stefan." I groaned at my uncle. I wanted to go to the party tonight that happened every year at my school but as usual, I can't. Stupid Uncle. I crossed my arms across my chest. "I'm sixteen years old. I'm not a baby."

"Then why do you have your arms crossed?" Stefan asked. I looked down, grumbling. Uncle walked into the parlour and sat down on the couch. I sat down on the other couch cross from it. "You can not go tonight."

"Why not!" I shouted at him. He cannot be serious! This party was going to be huge, huge! He has to let me go. Has to. He shook his head at me. I came to a decision in my head. "I'm going and that's final."

"Oh, no you are not!"

"Yes, I am!" I shouted back at him.

Okay, While we are arguing about this. Let me introduce myself. I'm Ashley Salvatore. Daughter of Damon and Elena Salvatore. You may be wondering where they are and why I'm stuck with my stupid Uncle. Yes, he's stupid. Anyway, They're stuck in the tomb for Sixteen years. Yup, sixteen. They got their by having me. So, they will be let go any day now. I never seen my parents. I mean, I'm not allowed to go to the tomb and see them. It sucks growing up with out parents, but whatever. I have black hair, with blue eyes. People tell me I look a lot like my father and that I act like it too. But I wouldn't know. I don't know them. Apparently, I'm the same height ad my mother. Which is not very tall. I'm also full on vampire. (Both parts were vampires, don't ask why or how does this happen because I don't know.)

"I AM GOING!" I yelled lastly before I got up and stomped off to my room. I can't believe him. This is always like him. I can't do this, can't do that. I just want to kill him sometimes. I knew I can't because If I did. My parents might show up and ask where he is. I could not have them kill me themselves. I flung myself on my black and white blanket on my huge bed. I groaned at how annoying my Uncle could be. I snapped my head up and grabbed my cell that I left on my blanket. I texted Melissa, one of my cousins. The daughter of Caroline and Klaus Mikaelsen.

"Hey, you going tonight?"

I texted her. I rolled onto my back to look at my white ceiling. My room walls has hot pink and black checkers on them. My two favourite colour and shade. I sighed as I didn't know what to do. Uncle Stefan wouldn't get to mad, If I snuck out.. I checked to see if anyone texted me. I saw a blinking unread text message. Maybe, I should put ym phone on vibrate next time...

"Uhh.. Hello. Yeah, I am going. Uncle, Isn't let you going like always?"

"Fuck no! I'm going and that's final!"

"Bad girl... um. Do you need a ride or are you bringing your car?"

"I'm driving there. Don't worry."

"Okay, I'll meet you there in about twenty minutes, al right?"

"Al right, girl."

I put my phone down as finished texting her. I got up to walk over to my walk in closet. I searched though everything for something to wear tonight. It took me ten minutes to find my black skinny jeans, and my rolling stones tank top. I went over to put my high heel boots on. I walked over to my leather jacket to finish my look off. I walked over to the full body mirror to see that I needed to brush my hair. I had naturally straight hair that came form my mother. There's only a few things that came from my mother. I'm mostly just like my father. It scared my uncle sometimes. He told me that a week ago. I don't understand why though. As I combed my hair, I looked at the mirror. I looked plain, like always. I mean, I don't like wearing make up, and shit. It's whatever. I looked like this everyday. I put my brush down and walked out of my closet. I got my purse from the night stand next to my bed. I grabbed my cell to see that Melissa texted me saying that she was there and waiting for me.

I put all the stuff that I needed for tonight in my purse and grabbed my car keys. I walked out of my room to the foyer. I walked to the front door. I almost got out. Almost. I sighed as I turned around.

"Where do you think your going?" My Uncle has his arms crossed. I groaned at him. He always has to bring me down but not this time. Oh no. "You are not going to that party."

"Yes, I am." I told him continently. "Melissa is waiting for me."

"Tell her that you can't go."

"Can't, sorry." I smirked at him. I used my vampire speed to get into my car and start it. I backed out and drove off, smiling to myself. It was only a ten minute drive from where I lived, so I got there pretty quick. I got there it was about 7 pm. I got out of my car to see everyone dancing and drinking. I saw Melissa with our group of friends. She spotted me and waved me over. I walked over to her and gave her a hug. "I can't believe that I'm actually here for the first time. This is wild!"

"I know right!" Melissa wooed and handed me a beer from the cooler beside her. She opened it for me and handed it to me. I smiled at her. "So, see any hot guys?"

"I saw Keller looking fine tonight." Our friend, Kristina purred. Kristina was a bright blonde with brown eyes. She was the skankist girl in our high school. But we all knew she had a Huge thing for the quarterback, Keller Riley. "I'd tap that."

"You'd always tap that." Melissa shook her head. I just nodded drinking my beer. Two of our friends decided to talk to the boys. So, it was just Melissa and I now. "You know, I'll always wonder when our parents are getting out of that damn tomb."

"I know." I sighed. Melissa's parents are also in the tomb. So, my other Uncle, Jeremy is looking after her. I find her lucky because Jeremy let's her do stuff. I find it unfair. "At Least, you don't have Uncle Stefan looking after you."

"It can't be that bad."

"it is!" I groaned at the thought of being in that house with him. "He doesn't let me do anything. He let's me do certain things but it's boring."

"You should move in with Jeremy and I." She smiled at me. I leaned against the post that was behind me. I sighed at her. I looked around to see everyone almost bloodly wasted.

"I wish it was that simple." I shook my head at her. It wasn't simple. I think Stefan would kill me if I tried to move out.

"Talking about Uncle Stefan..." I looked at where she was staring to see five people walking up the lawn to where the band stand was. On the far left there was a huge guy. Blonde, really skinny. He looked British sorta, next was a perky blonde. She looked like she wanted to jump up and down. Than there was Uncle Stefan, who looked annoyed. Then a Brunette, who looked like she was washed up from the sea. Next, a tall guy with Black hair. "That guy with the black hair looks exactly like you."

"Do you wanna go over there" I asked her looked at the other direction. I knew, If Stefan saw me, he'd kill me. Melissa nodded, so we turned our back to them and walked into the woods. We saw a log and sat down there. It was far enough distance to see them. "I don't think they can see us."

"Yeah, I don't think they can." Melissa agreed with me. We drank our beers down and looked over. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"They're are parents." I looked at her in the eyes when she said that.

I didn't know what to do.