Madelines POV

Out of my 450 years, I have never seen a house like that before. Weeds were creeping upon the walls of the boarding house. I stood from afar, watching the house, every movement in the trees and the door. Especially the house's door.

Before I knew, I had sped to the door and used the knocker to announce my arrival, even though I was uninvited and unexpected.

A depressed looking man opened the door; he had short, light ,brown-ish hair as well as dark eyes, bushy eyebrows and a pale-ish looking complexion.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I am Madeline Puckett" I addressed my self to the male.

A confused expression swept across his face, one of his eyebrows rose while the other stayed put.

"Stefan Salvatore" I nod a few times as he introduced himself.

But after I had nodded, I had an angry look on my face.

"I guess you're Damon Salvatore's brother. I'm looking for him"

Stefan placed his hand on his forehead as he leaned on the doorframe.

"Upstairs" He started walking to the staircase. I stare to the ground and try to move my leg but I know I can't. I take a small, hesitant step to the doorway and then I stop, waiting to be invited in.

Stefan turns to see me in the door way. He looks at me lip syncing the word: 'Oh' with wide eyes and now both eyebrows had been raised, and then like I had before, he had nodded a couple of times. The confusion had been cleared by now. "Come in" He signals me to step into the house so I did. The first step was a weird one but the next few steps were normal.

Stefan and I walked up the staircase, listening to the awkward silence between us. Stefan was the one who started the conversation, but even then it was still awkward:

"I'm in my 160's, what about you?"

I turn my head to face his very quickly, given him an offended and sharp look. My silver eyes turn angry. How did/does he know?

"I'm a vampire too, I'm guessing… 120's?"

"No, I'm 450… to be exact" I had said, now calm. I, as well as my body and face had also calmed down. It was like my heart nearly stopped a moment ago.

I couldn't take anymore of the walking; I sped up to the top and waited for Stefan to follow. Afterwards, he led me to a room and politely opened the door for me, and then he was gone.

I walked in the room, confident in what I was going to say and do next. His back was turned away from me; Damon was staring through the window. I was sure that he had seen me through the reflection because he had slowly turned to face me and wore that smug smile on his face which I really wanted to wipe off.

"Damon Salvatore?"

Damon looked at me up and down and smiled again when he had reached my head.

"Yeah?" He happily replied. Damon took a few steps closer to me. I also took a few steps, back. I wanted to rip his throat out on the spot, he didn't know what he had done but know he's gonna know why I'm standing in his house.

"You killed my best friend, and when I mean best friend, I mean yours and mine. She was my friend since I met her, which was when she was 3 years old." I furiously said.

He just laughed.

"Sweetheart, I've killed millions, be more specific"

Where the hell is a baseball bat in this room? 'Cause I really fell like smashing his skull open. It was a huge surprise to me as I'm never violent or this violent. Like Lexi, I drunk and still do drink blood from bodies at the local morgues, There is no harm done I guess.

"Lexi, you remember her huh? I was at least close to my hundred's when I met her, I have/had been there for her until the day she was turned and even then I was there for her. You took her away because-"

He was closer now. His index finger was placed on my lips, which interrupted my speech. I stare down to the finger and just do nothing about it. "Hush" Damon hushed. He then removes his finger and stares into my eyes. I become alarmed and shift uncomfortably on the spot in where I stood. Damon smiled at me.

"It was a horrible but a necessary sacrifice but Lexi was very useful and on time in fact, we will miss her dearly"

Sorry wasn't it enough for me, it didn't bring her back. As his head faced me, mine face in the left direction as I had been channeling into his thoughts.

Ha ha, she gets it, pain, something we have in common

I turn to face him, stopping my concentration on his thoughts. Was the same person in both of our thoughts? The one who brought us both pain and sorrow?

Around about then, I had had enough of his presence, I walked out of the room, planning to run, run wherever. I jogged down the stairs, leaving a thumping noise with each step I took.

"Nice meeting you Stefan!" I yelled on my way out, and then I was gone. Out of site.

That night I lay asleep in my room, trying to dream about good things like the summer in Britain in 1665, Elizabeth and I were running around the yard when Father approached us and said that he was taking us to a party. I had never been to the party's before but 'Beth' had been to. She was three years older but I hadn't cared a bit. Even though that was a great memory and I had more stored in my brain, but I couldn't get Damon out of my head. His light eyes, his dark hair, the way he touched my lips and the way…the way he smiled at me. No…No way, I was not, I repeat not! Going to fall for the man who murdered my best friend.

I woke up, gasping for air, thinking about Damon. My arms supported me as I sat up. My hand brushed the hair out of my eyes and I turned to look to my side only to see…

"Damon?" I asked, it felt like a dream but he just sat there and smirked.