Damon POV
Boring, there was only gay stuff on the T.V. on Saturdays during the day. The news. Yey!
He was only barely listening to it when it caught his attention.
"Dannielle Carter, the lead singer of Midnight Rose has decided to take a break. Her parents and Grandparents recently died in a fire at the recording studio where her band were recording their new track; Bound by Blood, all of the band members, their manager and the rest of the studio staff made it out safely. Her family were unsuccessful in making out of the fire.
So the young superstar is taking a break from her career to help get over the trauma that has been recently experienced and the band members are behind her on that idea.
That was tonight's breaking news and now on to the…"
There was a picture of a young girl, no older than seventeen on the screen with dark brown hair passing her chest with electric blue stripes decorating it. She had sea blue eyes that are surrounded by black and grey make-up. Full, red lips, which are smiling
at the camera. She was wearing black leggings, black jumper with a silver skull on it and silver converse boots.
Nice, but looks a bit snobby.
He reached for the remote and turned the T.V. off, but her face seemed to linger on the screen.
Dannielle POV
She was packing my many suitcases before the band came over to see her off. My entire wardrobe was coming with her to a small town called 'Mystic Falls'.
She looked at herself in the mirror, small denim short shorts over my pale skin and a black and gold shirt complimented with buckle boots.
A knock came at the door and she ran downstairs to greet the smiling faces of; Tara, our base player; Jake, the lead guitarist; Bailey, their drummer and Harry, the pianist.
"Heyya guys." She greeted them. Tara was wearing her pink studded boots and a black mini skirt with her jacket. She hugged her.
Next it was Bailey in a black shirt and torn jeans, he smacked her on the back and took Tara's hand, and they were obviously dating. Harry was in three quarter length patched jeans and a T-Shirt high fived her forehead on purpose. Jake hugged her; he was like a brother to her wearing torn black baggy jeans and a top.
When they were all in the lounge they gave me some weird looks.
"What?" I looked at them bewildered.
"Babe, are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine guys; I deal that's what I do."
Jake draped his arm around her shoulder hugging me close.
A while later a beep came from outside, her ride. She got up and opened the door to take my luggage out to the car. Sally met her half way, my manager.
"Sweetie, are you sure you don't want anyone to go with you?"
"Pretty sure."
"Okay, well here are the keys to the house, there's a satnav in the car for you with the directions already on it, oh and here are the keys to the car." Sally chucked them at her and went inside to lock up and go home.
Before she entered Mystic falls she went to the hairdressers getting my hair cut and dyed so she was unrecognisable. It was now ginger, her original colour before she died it a year ago. It now rested just below her shoulders in wavy little ringlets.
Not half bad, she like it.
Mystic Falls the sign reads, there was green everywhere, it was small peaceful and extremely quiet. This was not a good sign.
She was staying with an old family friend's son, Stefan Salvatore, he was meant to be meeting me at The Grill.
The Grill was a small bar area where apparently everyone hung out, it's small and cosy, not her at all.
Stefan waved at her from a bar stall and motioned for her to join him. She walked up and greeted him and he did me.
"How are you doing?"
"A lot better, but please don't ask me again please, that's all I've been getting for the past week."
"Sure thing." He smiled at her, his green eyes glimmering in the light complimenting his dark blonde hair and pail skin.
"Would you like to go so you can unpack?"
"Yes please." She hopped off of the stool and headed outside to her car, a red and black BMW.
"Nice ride." He looked at her and smiled again, sweet guy doesn't know what he got himself into.
The house he led her to turns out to be a huge and old looking but huge. It was surrounded by trees and flowers and some pretty sexy cars as well.
Inside was stacked with books and wooden panelling. A big set of stairs and a mini bar.
She followed him up the stairs and down a hall to a huge wooden door that lead up another flight of stairs, to another door and then a big old fashioned room.
"This will be your room."
"Wow, it has its own bathroom and a walk in wardrobe, it's like you know me inside out." She smiled at him then jumped onto the bed, comfy.
He set down her stuff and sat next to her, "Welcome to the Salvatore boarding house." He smiled and then left.
Stefan POV
She was settled, he could here her unpacking and singing by herself, then he heard Damon's car pull up.
"Hello little brother." Came Damon's sly voice, followed by Damon himself. I won't let him get to me, I won't let him get to me he kept on chanting in his mind.
"Hello Damon."
"Ooh Stefan you sound so serious compared to usual."
"Ooh Stefan you sound so serious compared to usual."
"Damon-"
"Who's upstairs Stefan" Damon cut me off and glared.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, um; it's the girls from the band Midnight Rose. She's come to live with us because I'm an old family friend, just she doesn't know about vampires. Also she doesn't look the same as on T.V. though because she's got her hair a different colour and shorter so she's not as recognisable so don't blow your mouth off."
"A bit of pre warning was too much to ask then Stefan?"
"Yes, be nice Damon, she's been through a lot."
"Whatever, let's go and say high to the little diva."
Dannielle POV
There was a knock at the door and she looked at it then said calmly, "Come in."
The figure in the doorway was tall and all black, black hair; black jacket; black jeans; black shirt; black boots and black eyes. All black.
She smiled at him and walked over to him.
"Hi I'm Dannielle." Her hand was outstretched, he shook it lightly letting sparks fly at the touch.
He pulled away quickly and so did she.
"I'm Damon; I see you're already unpacked.
"Yes, I can manage a suitcase or two on my own, I'm not a complete nub."
"I was not implying that, but I think you are a nub."
"No I am not."
"Then don't bring up the topic." He smiled at her slyly.
"Don't be arrogant."
"You're very rude."
"Glad you noticed, but I'm only rude to dicks."
"Mine's huge, how about your boyfriends."
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"No surprises there."
"Tosser."
"Potty mouth."
"Jerk."
"Diva."
"Puntura Fucking senza i cervelli o il decency."
"You speak Italian? And by the way that was very rude."
"Yes I speak Italian and it was not rude, just a statement of fact."
"Whatever keeps the tears away?"
"Whatever keeps your plague away?"
"I have a feeling I'm gonna have fun with you."
"Many have tried so get stuffed."
"Arrivederci diva della principessa"
"Get lost prince dick face."
He left her there fuming; she was going to have a great time here.
Half an hour later when she was showered and in her plaid PJ bottoms and a light grey vest she went down to say goodnight to Stefan and found him reading an old book by the orange, flaming fire.
He looked up from his book to her and smiled his friendly smile. He patted the seat next to him and she obeyed.
"Are you going to bed?"
"Yup, what time is it?"
"8:30."
"Oh, a bit early then, can I stay down here?"
"Yes of course you can."
She smiled at him and then glanced at his book.
"Do you like reading?"
"I've never really had the chance to do it with tours and stuff."
"You can now if you want to. Here try this one." He handed her a book titled 'Another me, by Cathy Macphail.'
"It's awfully short."
"Start you off easy, but I guarantee you will like it, it's spooky."
"Cool." She hopped off of the sofa and sat next to the fire and opened it up and started to read.
She noticed Stefan smile at his handiwork.
Tap, tap. She looked up to find Stefan gone and Damon standing above her.
"Where'd Stefan go?"
"Bed, it's 12:30 in the morning, you've been reading for four hours."
"I can do math you know."
"Wow, figures."
"What do you want?"
"You're going to bed; you're only, what twelve years old?"
"Sixteen and a half years old."
"Still, it's too late for you to be up."
"I only have three pages left."
"There will still be three pages left in the morning."
"I'm still reading, so shut up or it will take longer."
Two minutes later, "done, there, that wasn't so hard now was it."
"You're like a female version of Stefan with more guts and your name everywhere."
"Whatever."
He reached to pick her up and annoy her, it worked because she responded by saying "Pick me up and I'll bite you."
"Don't tempt me."
He reached for her anyway, she started to kick, and she did actually bite him, on the arm when it swung back. Then she gave up realising it was doing nothing.
When they entered her room he placed her on the bed and tucked her in.
"Done, there, that wasn't so hard now was it?" He was mimicking her. She crossed her arms and her brow furrowed in annoyance.
"Don't frown diddums, if the wind changes you'll be stuck like that." He moved his fingers to brush away the frown, she bit, she bit very hard he actually pulled away in pain.
"I said I'd bite you."
"I'll bite you in a minute if you're not careful. Goodbye Diva Princess."
"Bye moron."
He was gone. Out of her room leaving her to be annoyed and glare at the wall until sleep took her.