Chapter 1 Leaving for the Falls
My foster mom drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Hollywood, the sky a perfect cloudless blue. I was wearing my trademark black skull and crossbones muscle shirt that shows off my hard earned muscles through it and my tattoo of a howling wolf, black leather biker jacket, baggy ripped dark wash jeans and steel toed combat boots. My carryon was my laptop and my camera bag.
I was moving to a small town named Mystic Falls. It was from this strange and mysterious town that I was found by the chief of police my foster father when I was only a few months old in the edge of the woods. My birth parents abandoned me with only a note with my name Jacob Stephan Petrova.
I love my foster mom, I do I am a momma's boy, but I loved Alaric my foster dad more. So when I found out he died I was devastated and wanted vengeance. But I knew he wouldn't want that and would want me to look after Jenna and her niece and nephew. So I knew I had to return, I may hate the town but not enough to miss the funeral.
It was Mystic Falls that I now exiled myself to my distain. I detested the Falls. I loved Hollywood, I had lots of friends, plenty of sunlight and blistering heat. I loved the atmosphere and the girls who would keep me company.
"Jake," Isabelle said to me- the last thousand and one miles had been silent in mourning since the small mini funeral we had at home. When I told her I wanted to move back in time for my first day of collage Monday, she argued wanting to come with me but I knew she really didn't and couldn't.
"You don't have to do this son."
Isabel looked nothing like me, she is about 5'2, and she has dark auburn hair, emerald green eyes and pale white skin. While I am 6'3, tanned olive skin tone, muscled from hours of workout and MMA training, black short spiked hair and dark brown almost black eyes. (Think Jacob Black from Twilight)
As I stared at her, tearstained face I berated myself on making her cry and worried about how she would get on without me there with her. Of course John will be there with her when he can, and her friend that I had never met but not for lack of trying. So I knew she would not be alone, but still I worried for her, she has raised me her whole life when she couldn't raise her daughter, with Alaric dead and John only coming when he can which isn't much she will probably be lonely and I wonder what this will do to her. But I have to do this.
"Isabel, I'm sorry but I need to do this. Alaric would never forgive me if I leave Jenna unprotected. Besides maybe if I could find out about…" I trailed off not wanting to offend or hurt her.
"Your birth parents," she finished quietly. Isabel and Alaric both knew I loved them but there will always be that little boy in me that wants to find out about them. They know I can't bring myself to call them mom and dad until I found out, though I will forever regret not calling him dad at least once before he died.
Clearing her throat and blinking away tears she said, "Tell Jenna I said hello."
"I will." I promised nodding my head.
"I'll see you soon," she insisted, "you can come home whenever you want-I'll come right back as soon as you need me." But I could see the reluctance in her eyes behind the promise.
"Don't worry about me," I urged her "It'll be fine. I love you Isabel."
She hugged me one last time and I got on the plane for what would be a long ride.
I put on Egypt Central's White Rabbit on my iPod and settled down for a nap my last thought being I hope I won't regret this move.