Chapter 1 – A Hundred Years Meeting

CAROLYN'S POV

"So, you're saying that you guys got yourselves a date. Great!" I hopped on my bed as I with one hand held the phone and with the other tried to put my silver chain with a azure crescent moon on. Tried.

"Yeah! And I'm so excited because it's the Halloween party and I always wanted to go with him to a school dance like that! Oh, em, gee, I totally forgot to ask you! What are you wearing?" Her tone was a bomb of excitement.

"Look, Caroline, I don't even know if I'm going." I propped the mobile up against my shoulder as I tried to untangle the thick knot in the chain. I was quickly starting to believe it was impossible.

"Oh come on, you have to go! Remember I wanted you to meet Elena and Bonnie and-"

"Caroline, I know. And I will meet them. It's just I don't know if this party is the right time." I sighed, still fighting with the necklace.

"Of course it is! Parties are a great time for meeting people."

"Huh.. okay, I'll think about it. But I'm tired now, okay? See you tomorrow. Bye." the line tore apart as the signal beeped. I breathed out deeply and lay back on my bed, the necklace still undone. I finally got anxious and grabbed it with force, twisted it, and without the fear of breaking it, pulled so hard so it finally untangled at once. I clipped it together around my neck. Grabbing a towel and quickly rubbed my hair, running my fingers through it after. I lay the phone down on my side-table next to my school schedule, kicked my shoes off and lay under my blanket. I fell asleep quickly, which was weird, because I hardly ever do. It's like I'm never tired. But tonight, something inside me was telling me to rest before tomorrow. I wondered why, tomorrow is going to be a normal day like others. Or so I think.

"You want anything to eat before you go?" Amber asked as she finished washing the dishes. I was just getting ready for that meaningless Halloween party Caroline asked me to go to, and I'm going only for her because she's my friend. And besides, I would like to meet that Elena she's telling me about.

"Yeah, I'm starving." I smiled at her and she searched the mini-fridge for bags of blood. We both love blood but she's the one that drinks human. I treat myself from time to time, but when I'm around Caroline I obviously wouldn't be able to resist if her blood showed up before my eyes and I'm absolutely sure I would loose control. As to Amber, she's older, and she can control her blood-lust like no one else. She is my aunt from 1847, old but young, when she saved me from a fire at the old mystic falls chapel in which my mother died. I was a baby back then, not even a year old, and we both knew she couldn't have saved me and my mother without burning in the fire herself, vampire or not. Though she already was a vampire back then, and that's what bugs me. Stirs around in my head and gives me migraine whenever I think about it. Because, Amber would've saved her own sister, right? Since she told me the exact story, and that was when I was ten, the though was stuck in my head and gave me bad butterflies in my stomach.

But, that wasn't the case. We never really talked about it, had a family conversation, so she'd probably forgot. But I couldn't. After all, it was my mother, so I have a right to know the reason for not saving her.

"Go and get ready, I'll make you something." Amber said as she carefully started cutting the lettuce as I made my way up the stairs, holding on to the wooden handrail.

Halloween. A day that I hate, actually, because people dress up, as monsters, and I feel awful about the thought that a real monster is walking amongst them. But on the other hand, people who dress up as vampires are irritable. They try to act like us, but don't know who we really are. Yes, we are bloodsucking monsters who kill people for food and live forever until someone drives a stake through our hearts, but even though we can shut off our emotions and not feel anything, pain, sadness, I still see parts of humanity in some vampires. And plus, as long as we walk in the sun no one will know who we are.

I pushed the bathroom door open and set my dress aside on the scratchy laundry basket. I glanced for a second in the mirror, smoothing out any imperfections in my skin with light foundation. I grabbed the dress, carefully unzipped it and stepped into it. It was a deep violet and made of silk, the smooth material brushing against my perfectly fitted body. I straightened my chestnut hair, and surprisingly it fell all the way down to my waist. My 5cm stilettos in my hands, I walked back down the stairs. My salad was ready on the table, in my favourite blue ceramic bowl, and a cup of fresh blood standing next to it. I walked up to it, breathed in the scent, and realized Amber was nowhere to be seen. But then after hearing a tapping sound against the door and a gasp, I walked out of the kitchen and saw her.

"Huh. There you are. Where are you going?" I said as I realized she was struggling to put her shoes on, her black and white apron still on. She was definitely in a rush.

"Carolyn! Oh my god I'm so sorry! I completely forgot that I have a second shift today! I have to go, or I'll be fired! I'm so sorry, will you do all right on your own? I'm already late."

"Then go. Now. I'll be fine." I glanced at her caringly before she slammed the door behind her with a last smile. I smiled back and walked back to the kitchen. Again I took a sip of blood, and before I blinked, the cup was empty to the last drop.

I quickly ate the salad I headed towards the door, grabbing my Dolce&Gabbana gold-lined purse, smoothing out the dress, and grabbed the cold handle. The next second, my heart skipped a thousand beats at the sight outside.

"Uhh, sorry I was about to knock." A handsome, tall dark haired man said in his deep sexy voice. I didn't know what to say. Though I exactly knew who he was, my breath slammed down in my throat. I remembered his charming blue eyes, the way he used to look at me. I never thought I'd see him again. Although there he was, standing right in front of me.

"I came here for... Amber? She's currently dating my friend who can't be bothered to pick her up himself," His arrogant tone was like sweetness to my ears.. It was a refreshing relief to hear his voice again.

"Um, she just left. She had to go to work." I said, trying not loosing eye contact, and most of all trying to not let my voice crack. But his eyes were so beautiful.

"Uh-huh," He raised his head, scanning me curiously.

"Uh, I'm Carolyn, her nephew." I offered my hand to him. With a bit of hesitation, he shook it and I grinned. I hadn't felt his touch for a long time.

"Damon Salvatore."