Brexley got off the bus and looked around at the quiet small town. It seemed peaceful, but she knew better. She knew the town of Mystic Falls held the supernatural. Why else would she be here? She saw a grill and decided to go ask for directions there. It wasnt very busy, after all it was only three in the afternoon. She slowly walked to the bar and took a seat, ordering a cola to help her relax. It smelt of bourbon and fried foods. There was a group of teenagers playing pool. They were being obnoxious and loud. Brexley tbought to herself about how easy it would be for her to snap their necks but quickly shook the thoughts away. She wasn't that person anymore. She focused back on why she was here. "Hey, bartender. I need directions." she called sharply at the man tending to the bar. "to the salvator boarding house." He drew her a map and she proceded on her way walking softly down the road in the direction the map showed. She had been looking for him for years. She needed answers. Or maybe she just wanted to kick his ass some. He had hurt her and she wanted to know why. She also wanted to know why she was still alive when she was born in 1858. Well, she knew why. Shes a vampire, but she wanted to know who turned her and what their reason was. Did he do it? Why would he, shes never met him. She didnt even know who he was until she was 15. Then when she turned in 1875. Now here she is traped in the body of a 17 year old when she was indeed a lot older.
She brushed her raven hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. She stopped and looked at the large boarding house. At least he's rich she thought to herself. She continued for the door. She slowly reached her hand up for the knob. Her icey blue eyes lingering on it for a moment before she took the knocker in her hand and gently hit it on the door three times. She then took a few steps back and waited patiently for someone to answer.
After a few moments the door slowly creeked open and a young man, around the same age as herself opened the large door. "Can I help you?" He asked polietly.
"Well, I sure hope so considering all the damn trouble it took me to track this place down. I'm looking for Damon Salvatore and I want to talk to him right now." The mans eyes went wide with surprise. He licked his lips and took a few steps back and put his arm out, gesturing for me to enter. She walked inside and took a look around. This place was huge! The young girl went in to the parlor straight ahead and took a look around, it was empty. She growled under my breath and turned on her heel. "Where is he?" the girl demanded. The boy looked taken aback. He ran his fingers through his bronze hair, "Upstairs, I'll go get him. Take a seat." He turned and vanished into the hallway. She knew she wasn't very threatning. She was only about 5'1 and 100 pounds. The most intimidating thing about her was probably her outfit. She was dressed in black skinny jeans with combat boots. Her black shirt had white writing that read Bite Me on it. It hung loose with the sleeve hanging off one shoulder. But she had muscle. She taken down a lot of vampires older and bigger than herself. She starred to wonder who the other male was. A relative perhaps.
She took a seat on the couch near the fire place, leaned back and crossed her legs. It was a good five minutes before she heard footsteps. Soon a raven haired man appered and walked into th parlor, followed by the boy that let her in. The man looked at Brexley up and down for a few seconds and then snicked and turned his head looking at the other boy. Almost as if he was mocking him. He cleared his throat, "You're very brave coming in here demanding for me. My brother said your a little spitfire. Still stupid for showing up though. Now, why are you here and what the hell do you want?"
Brexley sat for a while with a smirk on her face, taking in his features. She then stood and took a few steps towards the man and started to answer his question, "First off don't threaten me. I don't look like much but I can hold my own." She started walking around the room taking soft slow steps. "You should be a little nicer. It's taken me years to fianlly meet you Damon. You don't like to stay in one place very long, do you?" She turned and looked at him. You could tell by his expression that he was dumbfounded by the way the small teenager was talking to him. She tilted her head and looked at him. "I don't understand what my mother saw in you... Anyways, here I am." She finally concluded.
Damon's expression was now holding an annoyed, yet confused expression. "Who the hell are you." Damon asked her. She walked over to him and looked up at his icey blue eyes. The same color as her own.
"Brexley Salvatore. I'm your daughter."
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