Summary: The story starts off with the life of teenage Makayla Gilbert, faternal twin sister of Elena. Makayla meets dashing Damon Salvatore and love blossoms. But their love comes to an arupt standstill when Makayla is thrusted into a whole different diminsion, where there is two of each person: except for Makayla. Was she meant to be alive?

I own nothing, only Makayla.

I took a deep breath, looking around the party. I wanted to go home but Elena was with Matt and Bonnie talking about something. Tyler was being a dick and trying to hit on me. Again. I swear, that boy cannot take a hint!

"Kayla!" Elena shouted.

I turned around to see my twin walking over with a bright smile on her face.

"Yeah?" I asked, already annoyed. I didn't even want to be here in the first place.

"I called mom. Her and dad are on their way." she said, patting my arm before turning and walking back over to her friends.

I sighed in relief, looking around for something to pass the time with. I could have another drink, but I knew I was already tipsy. If dad saw me drunk, I would be grounded forever. With a sigh, I turned to head towards the lake.

"Makayla!"

This time, when I turned around, it wasn't my happy twin. It was Tyler Lockwood. Did I want to speak to him? No. And he was heading right towards. Great. I looked around for an escape route, only to see the street that led up to the abonded mansion up the street. I believe it was the Salvatore's or something.

I speed walked up the street, turning around to see if Tyler had followed me. Luckily, he was too drunk to know the difference between up and down.

A curb came into view, and I jumped onto it, trying to balance myslef like I used to in store parking lots' when I was littler.

I kept walking until I saw somebody laying in the middle of the street. I stopped and watched the guy for a while, trying to see if he was asleep or dead. He raised his head, turning to look at me and my breath caught when I saw his bright blue eyes.

"Hi." I said.

He raised an eyebrow, "Hello?"

I grinned walking over to him and looking down at him. He was wearing a black shirt with a leath jacket over it and normal black jeans. Emo much? His hair was also black, surprise suprise, and his complexion was pale. Paler than me, and I'm considered the palest person in Mystic Falls.

"Are you okay?" I asked, still standing above him.

"Yep." he said, popping the "p".

"Great," I said. "So you wouldn't mind if I got down there with you?"

He stared at me before shrugging. I laid down next to him, my shoulder resting against his. I didn't bother to move. I was one of those hugging people. It was my gift. I gave the best hugs in all of Virginia.

"You're new, aren't you?" I asked, getting bored of just staring at the stars.

He glanced at me, "How'd you know?"

"Becuase I haven't seen you around before." I grinned.

"Are you my stalker now?" he asked.

"Yep," I said. "Better get used it it. I'm considered deadly."

He rolled his eyes and I felt his shoulders flex. Talk about hot.

"I'm Damon." he said suddenly, not taking his blue orbs off of the sky.

"Makayla." I said.

"Conversation killer." he pouted.

I laughed lightly, "Okay, what's your favorite color?"

He thought for a second, "Black."

"No surprise there. Have you seen your clothes choice?" I giggled, patting his leather jacket.

"It matches my mood," he said before suddenly changing the subject. "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue." I said immediatly.

From there on, we talked about normal stuff. Any siblings and if we wanted to murder them. Damon had a brother that he wanted to kill, and I had a younger brother I wanted to kill. Some one I could finally talk to about that with. Elena always said that I needed to "respect" Jeremy, but the squirt deserved it. He had drawn a mustache on my Chuckie doll. I loved that thing.

"You have a Chuckie doll?" Damon laughed.

"So? I love him! He is so adorable, even with that stupid mustache." I mumbled, grinning slightly.

"I have never met anyone who has a Chuckie doll." he commented.

"That's becuase I'm special." I smiled cheekly.

He opened his mouth to say something but the headlights of a car made me turn around.

It was mom and dad. I saw them come to a stop at the edge of the lake and I saw Elena running over to them.

"That's my ride." I said, standing up and smiling down at Damon.

He stood up and handed me his leather jacket. I hadn't even realized I had been shivering. Damn thin shirt.

"Thanks." I muttered, blushing as I smiled up at him.

"No problem." he said, before grabbing my pale hand and giving it a light kiss.

"See you around?" I asked, already backing up.

His smile was malicious as he answered, "Maybe."

I grinned at him before turning around and running down the hill. Elena stared at me as I jumped into the backseat with her.

"Who were you talking to?" she asked as soon as we were on the road.

"A friend." I grinned, teasing her just for the fun of it.

"A friend who looked around five years older than you." Mom commented.

"We just talked." I said.

"About?" Dad urged.

I sighed. My parents were the most nosiest people. Why couldn't I do anything without them questioning my every move? It wasn't like I was going to jump off of a cliff because Tyler did. I'm not that stupid.

"How my Chuckie doll grew a mustache." I said, my voice stressed.

"Jeremy was five." Mom laughed.

I huffed and folded my arms. So? Jeremy should have known by then not to go into my room and draw on my stuff. I had used my own money to buy that doll since my parents had thought it was freaky and they wouldn't speand their money on freaky stuff. Even Aunt Jenna wouldn't even buy it for me, and I was her favourite.

"Grayson!" mom suddenly screamed before the car jerked to the left.

I screamed and clutched the front seat as our car flew over the bridge, landing into the water. I gasped as we sunk lower and water started to flow in.

"Mom? Mom! Mommy?" I cried when I saw mom's body slack and not moving.

"Miranda?" Dad asked, shaking her but nothing happened.

I panicked when I felt something cold surround my legs. I looked down to see water.

"Elena?" I cried, looking over at her.

She leaned across the seat and gripped my arm, "It's gonna be okay, Kayla. I promise."

I sobbed harder as the water reached my knees and dad couldn't wake mom up. Were we going to die? I was only sixteen, I barely lived my life. If I did die, what would happen to Jeremy? I sobbed harder at the thought of him being left alone. He was only fourteen.

But for some reason, my thoughts turned to Damon when the water reached my waist and dad started to bang on the window.

I thought of seeing him again. His beautiful blue eyes and the way he seemed to be trying hard not to do something to me. I didn't care though. He could have beat me and I would have let him. I screamed in fustration at my thoughts and the water that was not up to my elbows.

Before I could help myself, flashes of me and Damon walking in a street with our hands intwined and us kissing under the moon appeared. Why couldn't I get him out of my head? I barely knew the guy! And I was dying. Shouldn't I be thinking about my family?

"I love you daddy!" I cried when the water reached my neck.

"I love you, dad." Elena whispered.

"Girls, you are not dying!" Dad shouted just as the water swallowed my head.

I saw him still banging on the window. I turned my head, slowly because of the water, and saw Elena gazing at me. I reached out and gripped her hand. I saw my blonde hair flow around my face and Elena's hair do the same.

'I love you', I mouthed to her, not caring that I was losing oxygen. I needed her to know.

She mouthed it back and smiled at me. I gribbed her hand tighter when my lungs were starting to beg for air.

I looked over at dad and saw him pointing at us. I saw a figure move from his window to mine. Suddenly my door was ripped off and a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders, lifting me out of the car. My hand gripped Elena's tightly as the boy, I think it was; my vision was starting to go black, swam us to the shore.

I weakly crawled into the sand, my hand letting go of Elena's once I was sure we were out of the water. I laid on the sand, panting as I tried to regain my breath.

I turned my head to see Elena crying silently before everything went black.