A/N: I do not own the title Do You Want Me(Dead?) The band All Time Low does. Nor do I own anything having to do with the Vampire Diaries.

Chapter 1

[Feddi's POV]

"What the hell are you?" was all I heard as I was kicking some major ware-wolf ass from my vampire boyfriend Damon Salvatore.

My name is Fredericka Fatori (I'm Italian if you couldn't tell). All my friends call me Feddi though. This is kind of a strange part in my life so allow me to clue you in on the past 6-8 months.

It all started when I unwillingly moved from Alaska to the beautiful town of Mystic Falls. Personally if you ask me it sounds like a totally fucked up crack head in the 1840's or whatever stumbled upon the hell hole while taking some seriously strong marijuana or meth. Because there happens to NO waterfalls anywhere in a 100 mile radius of the town. Anyway I moved here and being a vampire I have to be somewhat undercover I guess you could say. Vampires like me are pretty much like the most bad ass covert spies this earth has ever seen because no one ever knows what we do till I have their heads in my hands. And they see my lovely little pearly whites that will very soon be in their necks.

When I got here I had to reluctantly move in to my little 5,000 square foot shack on the lake in the forest. Since I look like I'm seventeen I have to endure endless high school shit. But this year it was different. Because there happened to be vampires that lived here as well. The Salvatore brothers. Which may I add are pretty fucking hot!

I found this out sadly the hard way. The way to my house happens to conveniently pass their Taj Mahal. Apparently they happen to be slightly how do I say...on edge? Dudes practically jumped me when I drove onto their front porch. Okay maybe they didn't overreact but I had a little too much to drink at The Mystic Grill. You know, drowning my sorrows. I'm going to write you a country song or anything but get the idea? My life sucks ass right now. Couldn't they see that though? My eyes were totally glazed over. I think I called the one with the mortal girlfriend, Stefan, daddy. Which he didn't exactly like. My bad.

The other, hotter, and older one, Damon, was surprisingly nice to me and told me I could crash at his place. Oh ya, before I forget to mention they have no freaking idea that I'm a vampire.

"Hello, I'm Damon Salvatore and this is my brother Stefan. And you are?" asks Damon.

"Fredericka Fatori. My friends call me Feddi. Pleasure to meet you." Shit. I'm fading fast. The fact that I could barley stammer out that reply means something. Let's hope I don't blow my cover.

So, Damon asks me, like a true gentleman, "Oh, please the pleasure's all mine. Well Feddi, would you care to maybe spend the night here till you get back on your feet? Or at least until you're more capable driving?"

"Sì, sarebbe fantastico grazie", was my barely audible reply. Though I couldn't quite grasp the look on their faces at that moment in time.

Till Stefan, the one with the mortal girlfriend asked, "Um…. I hate to be so uncultured right now but was that Italian you just spoke in?"

Shit. There goes my cover. Of course I knew this was going to happen. Get one, two, six glasses of vino in me on top of a Caribou Lou and before you know it I'm back to speaking Italian! "I am sorry what I meant to say was, yes, that would be fantastic thank you."

"Per favore, non pensate a questo proposito bella."

Okay, Damon just a lot hotter!

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! And promise the next chapter will be better!