A/N: This is my first vampire diaries fanfic and the idea was getting to distracting to resist. If all goes well, this might end up being a series. Let me know what you think :) I also have a livejournal that has some ideas of mine for the story and what the OC's are meant to look like. The link can be found through my profile.

I don't know where I'm at
I'm standing at the back
And I'm tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I'll find what I've been chasing.

I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it's coming down, down, down.

Chapter 1:Seeing Double

The first time I saw Damon Salvatore was when I caught him staring intently at me in the university library with those blue eyes you could easily get lost in. But the first time I spoke to Damon Salvatore was a couple of days after that, when he politely had woken me from my frazzled slumber on one of the back tables in the local cafe off campus.

I was still human and weak, trying to get through life generally unscathed but college was proving to be the vain of my existence. It was my senior year and I was majoring in psychology, probably trying to find myself or the answers to questions that weren't meant to be found.

I looked up from the books that had moments ago served as pillows, slightly embarrassed at my public display of exhaustion, to the dark haired stranger who had just finished nudging me back to earth.

"I think they're closing." He said staring down at me with that gaze I still have to this day ingrained in my memory.

"Oh, thank you. I guess the caffeine has proven to be just as useless as I had thought." I mumbled gathering my things swiftly and clumsily. Those textbooks weighed me down so much, eliminating any chance I had at being graceful. I caught him staring at me once again, not in a creepy way, but more so as if he knew me or at least were familiar with me.

"Maybe it's my complete lack of sleep but have we met?" I ask testing the waters.

"Not formally no. I'm pretty sure you're in my mythology class though. I'm Damon Salvatore."

"Haven." I said wondering instantly if I should disclose personal details with a complete stranger. There was just something about his gaze that had me convinced it was alright to keep the words falling from my mouth.

"That is a unique name."

"Yeah my parents were hippies." I laughed.

"Do you live on campus?" he asked watching me try to carry my book bag without further show of weakness.

"No I live with my sister off campus." I replied as I exited the café and into the night air. Fall had crept upon us suddenly and I soon realized a sweater would have been great, feeling a chill that crept down to my very bones.

It probably hadn't helped matters that it was the 80's and I was sporting white washed denim ripped jeans and a band t-shirt.

"Thanks for waking me up, I'll see you around."

"Are you going to walk home?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah, I misplaced my wings so walking it is." I said with a shiver.

"You're cold." He said as if amazed by the fact.

"Just one of those consequences of being warm blooded I guess." I looked at him as if he was a total nerd and let out a small nervous laugh as he approached me.

He slowly took off his leather jacket and handed it to me and grabbed my book bag to give me the opportunity to readjust and put the jacket on.

"I'll walk you home." He offered simply.

Usually the thought of allowing a stranger to know where you live and walk you around the city at night would be setting off every damn alarm in my head to the point of adamantly refusing the offer. But it was as if his eyes told me to comply and everything would be ok. So I did.

"It's not far." I offered, beginning the trek down the street in the direction of my desired destination.

"How old are you?" he asked as if genuinely interested

"22."

"And you're a psychology major?"

"Yea hopefully getting a degree by the end of the school year. Kinda why I'm studying like crazy."

"What do you want to do with it?"

"If all goes as planned, helping the mentally ill. What's your major?"

""History." He said with a small smile.

"What are you going to do with it?" I said slightly mocking him.

"I have no idea." He chuckled.

"Mythology your elective too?"

"Guilty. You said you had a sister. Are you two close?"

"Close enough. We're like polar opposites actually. This is me right over there. Thanks for going to the trouble." I said waving him off.

The irony of that parting would be apparent the next time I ran into Damon Salvatore.

Damon had been stunned the moment she caught his eye. At first he was convinced that somehow Katherine had come back to him. That it was all a game that she was playing but the instant he heard the girl's heartbeat he knew it was something else entirely. How could they look so alike? The chances of him even finding her were extraordinary.

Was the reason he was so infatuated by her merely based on looks alone or was it how remarkable she seemed every time he watched her? Yes he had been watching her for weeks now, before she had even noticed his gaze. She noticed because he allowed her to. Compelling her was sometimes an option to get the information that he needed. It was an oddity to realize he actually had control over her mind whenever he so desired unlike how Katherine had been the one always in power.

Before they had even spoken, he knew where she had lived and he knew all about her family. He would weave his way slowly into her life and have all the details in place. The only thing he knew for certain was that he could not allow his brother to know of her existence. This girl would be his and his alone, that he was certain of.

My older sister Sadie as my own words had described before could not have been more different than myself. We were like night and day in all seriousness. The question had always been though, who was which. Physically you would have never even guessed we were related. She was pale and blonde with our mother's eyes. I on the opposite side of the spectrum had the olive complexion, brown eyes, and dark hair.

When we were growing up, she was the one who had it together. She had to all things considered. She took care of me ever since I found mom in the bath tub soaking in her own blood and everything had fallen apart. I was six years old. Sadie was ten.

Looking back now, she had probably been bi polar and couldn't deal with us anymore. It hadn't always been that way, but those months right before it happened are always what sticks in your head.

Dad became a complete wreck and I wonder if mom had been able to keep it together, if his schizophrenia would have ever even surfaced. When I was thirteen and Sadie was seventeen, they finally took him away and locked him up for child endangerment when he almost bludgeoned Sadie to death, thinking she was an intruder. After there was no one else, Sadie was obligated to take care of us. I was a screw up in general until I hit high school and tried to turn it all around for my sister. I felt like I owed her and I did.

Sadie became a bartender and it made especially good money, but it also pulled her into the night life so far that I barely knew who she was anymore. I rarely got to see her for extended periods of time, and she was finally able to focus on herself now that I had my shit together.

At that point in my life I was over looking for a companion and I had the broken heart to prove it. I used to have a large social group but as soon as I got clean and focused on the future, they decided I wasn't worth their time.

Sadie on the other hand, never had time for friends until then. And men had become her favorite past time. I wouldn't judge her but honestly from a psychological standpoint we both demonstrated daddy issues in the dating department. While I shunned letting anyone close to my heart after years of thinking I needed someone to protect me, my older sister would try to prove men couldn't hurt her. She would move on quickly and in a sense hurt them before they had a chance to hurt her.

So when I realized the man on my sister's arm that night was in fact Damon Salvatore, I wasn't sure what to think.

I'm not ready to let go
Cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing
But I'm missing way too much
So when do I give up, what I've been wishing for.

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
I'll never know why it's coming down, down, down.
Oh I am going down, down, down
Can't find another way around
And I don't want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.

Lyrics: Down by Jason Walker

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