Chapter 1: To Be Invisible

Everyone always says that there is a someone out there for everyone who wished it. Could they be on two different sides of the world? Maybe. It may be somewhere with a sun, it may be somewhere with a moon. Someday, they are supposed to meet. Whether it was going to take a while, or if they were to pass each other on the street and they just haven't found each other yet. Soon enough, it will happen. If they are soulmates, it will happen. Soulmates is a touchy subject for some, some people put their entire faith in it. It's the way that the universe works. Soulmates work in with another well-known term called Fate. Fate plays a big part in every single life form out there. If people do not believe in it, then it doesn't matter because it is still out there. If it is someone's fate to die, they die. If it is someones fate to live, then they live. If it's someones fate to love, then they love.

This is where we come to the big final word, LOVE. It plays a massive part in our every day life, helps determine our fate and who our true soulmates are. Who our future lies with. Love is a beautiful emotion that passes on through generation after generation. It's what makes it so special and unique. Everyone in their lifetime experiences love. It may be once, maybe even more than once, but it's such a feeling that once your hit with it, you're in a trance. It's not always known right away, but hidden beneath the surface, just waiting for the right moment. Everyone has their ideal meetings of how they'd like to meet their soulmate. The cliché meeting is being across the room from each other, your eyes meet and the energy is so intense, pulling you towards each other like nothing else matters. A magnet joining you as one. Just like North needs its South. Just like an ice-cream needs its spoon.

However, their love didn't happen like this, it was more of a opps and a fall. Was it predictable? No. Was it planned? No. Was it the kind of love that made your toes curl in anticipation? Yes. This is their story and cliché or not, it's the best way they could have found each other. What did they do? They left it up to fate and took the path they were set.

Hair in a tight bun? Check. Smoky eye-shadow Check. Eyeliner? Check. Mascara? Check. Inhaling, she fluttered her eyelashes and smiled as her eyes seemed to grow brighter. Lipstick? Check. Swiping her thumb across her bottom lip slowly, she licked her teeth, the red lipstick contrasting beautifully with her skin, giving her a glow. Staring into the mirror, she stretched, testing out the length of the dress, seeing it come mid-thigh. Smiling, she pulled the stockings up her legs slowly, getting comfortable as she slipped on a pair of small black heels. NOW, she looked the part.

"Are you finally dressed?" The blonde walked in, a smirk on her face as she fixed her hair.
"Yes, cool your jets. What's your hurry, hmm?"
"Maybe because we have important clients checking in today, hello!?"
"What's new?" The brunette laughed, shrugging and continued fixing herself up in the mirror.
"Just move your ass now. We haven't got all day, alright?"
"Yeah yeah, I hear you bossy boots. I'm done."

Grabbing her special key card, she held on to it tight as she followed the blonde out of the changing room and smiled at the other girls, nodding as she hurried into the elevator. Watching as the doors came to a close, she smiled and laughed, rubbing her lips together as the blonde rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance, grabbing the brunette's attention.

"How was your night Car?" The brunette questioned, knowing she wanted to talk.
"You try showing an english man a good time, I dare you."
"Uhm, I'll take that as bad? And no thank you, I'll pass."
"What am I doing wrong Elena?" She moaned in annoyance, rubbing a hand over her face.
"Maybe you are trying too hard?" Elena told her, raising her eyebrows.
"Your opinion officially sucks Lena!" Caroline whined, pouting.
"Then why ask for it?"She shrugged in confusion.
"You're supposed to be my confidence booster!"
"SO, did I help then?" Elena smirked, tilting her head.
"No!"
"Then you'll never come to me again, will you?"
"Bitch!" Caroline laughed as the elevator doors opened up on to the penthouse floor.
"Slut." Elena gave her a cheeky grin, pulling the cart out of the elevator as she dragged it down the hall with a smile.

"Well, HOW was your night then Miss perfect?" Caroline asked her, looking around the hallway.
"Not rolling around with a guy if that's what you're asking Forbes."

Opening up room 507, the brunette pushed the cart into the room, looking around at the penthouse suite as she went wide-eyed. It was beautiful. Wide open space, the wallpaper contrasted with black and white, giving it a modern look. The carpet was a lush white, a black rug sitting in the middle of the floor. The kitchen was an open view to the lounge area, the island separating the two. The windows were wide, touching from the floor to the ceiling, giving you a beautiful view of the Manhattan river. Smiling softly, she pushed the cart further into the room and looked at Caroline who was snooping around.

"Caroline, oi! Enough of that!" Elena snapped, furrowing her eyebrows as she lifted the polish and duster out.
"What? Just looking."Opening a wardrobe sitting up against the wall, she grinned as she wolf-whistled, "Well hello!"
"Caroline! OUT!" The brunette polished the oak coffee table that sat between the couch and the plasma television.
"Elena, have you seen what is in here!? Come on!"
"No! I do not want to look, it's not part of my job alright! I clean, get the job and get out of here before the client comes to their room."
"Maybe a lawyer or something." She waved her off, closing the closet again as she pushed the door open, moving into the bedroom.
"That woman." Elena cursed under her breath, polishing all the surfaces, making sure they were dust free and shining.

After an hour, Elena had managed to get around to tidying the kitchen and the living area, vacuuming, polishing and freshening it up with flowers. Looking around, she smiled at her work and frowned, letting out a puff. Caroline was taking her time with the bedroom and en-suite. What the hell was she doing? Putting everything back into the cart, she looked up.

"Caroline! Come on, they are going to turn up ANY second!"She shouted, looking around to make sure everything was in its place.
"I'm coming! Relax!" Walking out, she laughed and shook her head, "YOU Miss Gilbert need to lighten up."
"I'm going to lighten up your face, now come on!"
"Wait, I need you to check for me, you're the clean freak! I'll bring the cart down, I'll meet you down in the laundry room."
"Yeah yeah, now go! I'll meet you down there."

Pushing the door open, she came to face with the bedroom, checking how tidy it was as she licked her lips, puffing up the pillows as she rubbed her neck, letting out a tired sigh. How more exhausting could this job get? Re-arranging flowers in the vase so they looked more presentable, she had a quick peek into the bathroom, seeing it was to her standards as she moved out of the bedroom and back into the lounge area as she gave it another check over.

"Alaric, get that bitch on the phone before I tear the paparazzi's head off!" A voice roared, coming from the corridor.

Elena went wide-eyed, hearing the door handle rattle as she looked around in horror. What was she going to the do? Hearing the key card being used, she seen the wardrobe that Caroline was browsing through earlier and jumped into it, closing it over as quietly as she could as she heard people walking in and the door slamming shut behind them.

"Damon, calm down."
"No! I won't be getting everything thrown on to me when that bitch is the one that cheated! I DID no such thing and I won't take the blame for it."

Hearing a vase smash, she winced. So much for her lovely display of flowers. Who was it? They sounded so...angry, hurt, deflated? Moving slightly, she felt something down at her feet and looked down, her eyes wide. That's what Caroline was talking about earlier. What the hell was this? A whore hotel? NO, it was the most popular hotel in New York. Talk about setting a bad reputation. Handcuffs lay by her feet, furry black ones with a box, which she didn't even want to investigate.

"Look, I know she's screwing you over, but you need to calm down. This isn't you. Don't let her win Damon."

Damon...Damon? Why did that name sound familiar every time she heard it...? Damon...? Oh god, DAMON SALVATORE. A well-known business man, he invested in everything. It ran through his family, they were always in the newspaper for some charity event or for buying someone's business. Why of all days was she stuck in a closet with Damon Salvatore in the room?

"I know, I know." A sigh slipped from his lips as he looked around the room and loosened his tie, "At least we have a nice room."
"Cleaned up nice and all." Alaric commented.

Why thank you. Elena smiled weakly at the thought and held her breath. The heat was suffocating her, how much longer was she going to have to stay in this wardrobe? Not too long apparently. The wardrobe door opened, knocking her off-balance as she fell to the floor, two pairs of eyes staring at her as she went wide-eyed. Scrambling to her feet, she fled the room, tripping over her heels as she tugged them off of her feet and ran down the hall towards the elevator. Shit shit SHIT!

"Hey!" Hearing his voice, only made her run faster as she darted into the open elevator, leaning back against the wall as she hit the button. The door came to a close as she watched Damon's face disappear through the gaps of the doors. Oh god. Letting out a deep breath, she tilted her head back towards the ceiling, her cheeks flushed, her body shaking with adrenaline. She'd been caught, now what was she going to do? The job of a housekeeper was to be invisible and to never be seen by guests. Well she'd just royally fucked that up.

A/N: Hey everyone, a new story :) Let me know what you think :)

Shauna