AN: This is my very first self written story and it's only a try now. Reviews would be nice so I know what you think about it. :)
The story is rated M for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own the character of The Vampire Diaries but the character Dawn Warden-Volante is mine.

I stand in front of a huge house, not knowing where I actually am. I take a deep breath and look around to at least figure out why I chose this small town. Here is nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why did I want to move here? Suddenly the memories flood into my mind and I close my eyes.

All I can hear is the breathing of my brother Vicent. It is weird that I think now that the name Vicent does so not fit to my brother. But as I hear the sounds of my mother's screams I put my hand in front of my mouth to shut my own screams. I can feel Vincent's arms wrapping around me and try to sooth me and to calm me down but what I can see through the gaps of the closet door is frightening me to death. The smell of something heavy and metallic is finding it's way into my nose and I nearly have to gag as I realize it's the smell of blood. The smell of my parent's blood.

I shook my head to chase the dark thoughts away and took a deep breath. This was my new home then. A small town called Mystic Falls. To leave New York City and my ballet school to live here is the most stupid idea I ever had. Never mind, I have to make the best out of it because I'm alone in it and there is no one who is at my side to help me. After the attack of the Vampires on my parents everything changed. My brother left me, I got sick and had to take care of myself from now on.

The house I'm standing in front of is just huge, at least for a town like this one but it doesn't seem to fit in here although it's really pretty. The Salvatore Mansion. That's what my friend called it. She told me about the Salvatore brothers and that they have a huge house with enough rooms so I could stay there and can save the rent for a flat. She knows the older brother... what was his name? Oh yeah, Damon. She told me that he has a younger brother but she never told me his name.

I shrug slightly and make my way to the front door of the building. I lift my hand to knock but before my knuckles can meet the polished wood the door opens and a man is standing in front of me.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing is coming out. I only stare into those green eyes that seem to sparkle. I blink a few times to clear my mind.

„Can I help you?" Oh god his voice,softer than velvet but with a slight dark hint in it. I swallow silently to get the thought of him moaning my name out of my head.

Stop thinking about something like that. You don't even know him. The voice of my mind, the voice I hate so much something.

„Yes, you actually can. I'm Dawn Warden-Volante." I extend my hand and really try my best to concentrate on everything else than his eyes but that was definitely the wrong decision. As my eyes wander down his body my eyes widen slightly because underneath his white V-neck shirt I can clearly see his rock hard abs. I quickly look up at his eyes again as he takes my hand and shakes it.

„Stefan Salvatore. You are probably the girl Damon talked about." Stefan Salvatore, that means he is the younger brother.

I nod slightly and feel my cheeks turn into a soft blush like they always do when I feel uncomfortable. The smirk that apprears on his lips makes me feel even more awkward and I feel my cheeks heat up even more. I bite awkwardly on my lower lip and follow his offer to come inside as he steps aside to let me in.

AN: I hope you liked it at least a bit. I plan on writing more on it.