The Fire

Prologue

It was the strange scent in the air that caught my attention first. I leaned across my desk, slight interest taking over my senses for a small while. The wooden door of the classroom opened majestically, and without a doubt, I knew that Damon Salvatore was about to walk into the room...

I gasped. My eyes blurred for a short while. I can remember loving this man. I can remember seeing him in my thoughts and dreams. He was to haunt me forever, the prophecy said so. Bonnie said so.

His eyes glimpsed over my direction. It was clear to me already that he didn't intend to inspect me for long. I already knew his game. I had been one of the chess pieces, controlled and monitored.

It was a split second later that I began to feel anguish toward him. The emotions that this being had caused me...I remember them well; Pain, anxiety, anger, hatred, happiness, upset and confusion; most of all, confusion. Damon had put me through so much already...

I could see him walking over to the empty desk. Mr Schrader had directed him to the empty desk at the front, where he flexed him arms muscles, propping his head up on his bent arm. He looked at home. And that was that. He looked over raising his eyebrow at me, an evil smirk polluting his face.

And it was then I knew I would have to accept this. That was my past, this is my present and he was the future...