~She's Got the Petrova Fire~

Chapter 1: Broken down

"Mystery is both inexplicably dangerous, and undeniably beautiful."

-Unknown

My Keds sloshed through the mud that had built up along the side of the road. The very same road that I was forced to pull off of when my car broke down. The same road that I am cursing for being so darn long.

I blew air out of my mouth in frustration just as I sucked it back in excitedly when I saw headlights coming towards me. I began flailing my arms around in hopes of capturing the drivers attention, when I realized how dangerous this was.

It's pouring.

It's dark out.

And I'm all alone.

My eyes widened when, even though my waves had been cut short, the car neared my spot and slowed next to me. So instead of waiting to get kidnapped, I turned on my heel and pulled my hood tighter around my face when I started to power-walk away.

Unfortunately, all the man had to do was go a tad faster in his car until he would be cruising next to me, which he did.

I started increasing my pace until I was jogging and practically running. Before I got to fast, though, the car's window was rolled down, revealing an incredibly handsome man.

"Need some help?"

"Uhhh." I kept my hood covering my face. "No, no. I'm okay." Although I'm sure that he couldn't hear me over the noise of the rain with the added fact that I wasn't even facing him, but he said;

"You sure? It looks nasty out there. I'll just take you to your car-"

"Nope! No." I faced him. "I'm fine, really." I spoke loudly, trying to make sure that he heard the assertiveness that I prayed was portrayed in my tone.

"Katherine?" That caught me off guard. Katherine? I might have been mistaken for Elena, my twin sister, but i've never been told I look like someone named Katherine.

"Huh?"

"Katherine..."

"Uh. My name is Rosalie..." Now we were both stopped and I was leaning on the bottom of the windowsill.

"Katherine get in the damn car." His tone changed from kind Mr. Good Sumerian to Mr Push E Growling! Talk about mood-swings.

"Yeah, not happening."

Mysterious mood swings man seemed to listen to something for a moment before his eyebrows squished together.

"Is... is your heart beating?"

Where the heck did this kid from? He's a loon! Instead of replying to his odd question I gave him look and got back to my hike away from him.

"Hey! Hey, wait. Sorry- You look a lot like someone I know."

"It's fine- I'm fine." I put my hand up so hopefully he would get the point.

"Just let me give you a ride- you'll get a cold if you keep walking out there in this weather."

"Look; my car is just a mile that way." I pointed in the direction in which I had been walking away from, so I could get to the closest town. From there I would have to get a phone so I could call my dad. "I'm cool with just walking."

"Stop being difficult, just get in the stupid car. I'll just drive you to your car, then."

It was obvious that he wasn't going to give up, and I really did not want to get sick.

"Just to my car." I clarified with a pointed look as I reached for the door handle.

"Just to your car." He repeated.

I was about to get in, but I noticed my shoes. I had two choices; keep them on and get a possibly very nice person's car all dirty, or take them off like a good wholesome Gilbert girl should.

"One second." I kneeled as unlaced them.

"It's fine, the water is already in here anywa-"

"I'm done." I held the once smooth and shiny Keds by their heels and opened the car door.

I released a sigh of content as I felt the burst of warm that carresed me when the heaters did their work.

"Thanks." I sat rigidly and stared out the window.

"No problem." He flashed me a smirk that I'm sure had all the ladies falling for; I know I certainly was.

I was quiet as I assessed myself. The sweatshirt that I was wearing over my sports bra and small shorts was soaked, only making me colder. I started to pull it off when I realized that I was in the car with a suspected creeper. So let it fall back down and I shivered.

"You can check in the back for a blanket or something." I perked up. That would be solve many problems.

I twisted in my seat and got on my knees. I rummaged around a little until I found a towel. Oh well, it'll have to do.

I pulled it on top of me and snuggled up to it. I ignored the fact that his eyes had been looking at my rear end when I was bent over.

"So, Rosalie..." The Creeper tried to make conversation.

"How do you know my name?" I snapped.

"Woah there. You told me like, not even five minutes ago."

"Oh. Ehum. Right... sorry." A steady, stiff silence passed between us before he started to speak again.

"My name's Damon, by the way. Is this your car?" It was pulled off the side of the road where I had left it.

"Yeah, that's it." I made a move to open the door, but he stopped me.

"Hang on. I'll check it out and see what's wrong. Maybe I can fix it... unless you are some super hot grease girl or something...?" My cheeks flamed and he looked at me expectedly.

I cleared my throat. "No. I don't know anything about cars. That's probably what got me in this situation." I chuckled without humor.

"Alright... do you have your keys?"

"Yeah..." I hesitantly handed them over to him and he ran out of the car, and my eyes followed his form as he jogged over to mine.

He sat in the front seat for a little before running out again and opening the hood. This process was repeated a couple of times before he came back over.

He plopped back into his car, all muddy and wet.

"So..."

"It's not starting."

I groaned. "Um, okay. Would you mind driving me back to Mystic Falls?"

"Sure." He started driving again and the awkward silence returned.

I could see him making an attempt to make conversation, but I shut him down every time. Damon turned the radio on and I cracked. He obviously meant me no harm.

"I'm sorry. That I'm not talking I mean. I just- thought, you know- that you were a rapist or something."

My eyes widened and I shut my mouth. Whoops. I really hope that I didn't offend him. It was suck if he got mad and threw me out the car, and I would have to walk home. The idea sounded much less appealing now than it did before I got into his warm car.

But Damon only laughed and the silence dispersed.

"No worries. I don't need to force someone to get into bed with me."

"Oh, is that right?" I cracked a smile at his cockiness. "Well you may want to work on your approach tactics. Creepily picking someone off the side of the road may not be best." I chuckled.

"Hey! I was just trying to help a girl out. I mean; I don't just pick any hitch-hiker up, you know."

"Of course not." A smile crept onto my face. I guess I was wrong about this one.

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"Okay, cheerleader, where do I go from here?" He mocked my hobby as we passed the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign.

"The Mystic Grille, just past this building."

"This one?"

"No, Damon, not the one with the 'Mystic Grille' sign. Gosh." I laughed, and he pulled into a spot.

I sobered up. "I can take it from here. Thanks again for the ride, and don't forget to call me sometime."

He nodded, and I continued. "But not romantically or anything, because-"

"You have a boyfriend. Message received." Damon smirked at me.

"Right." I breathed out. "Bye then, Damon. Until next time."

"Bye, Rose. See you soon." And with one last wink, I was watching his car pull out of the parking spot and drive away.

The rain had eased up to the point of drizzling.

Damon had told me a little bit about himself, and I explained why I had been stranded out in the middle of nowhere with no phone.

My parents had taken my phone for getting a D on a Calculus test that I said would be so easy, that they should totally let me go to a party with Tyler the night before, instead of studying. Heh. I had actually been on my way back from a tumbling class that I drove myself to on tuesdays, when my car decided to stop working.

Thoughts of our short time together clouded my head as I meandered to the bar.

"Vicki?" I asked to the brunette waitress who passed by.

"Hey, Rose. What are ya' doing here?"

"Just got back from my tumbling class." Her eyes briefly looked over my body, and she smiled. It was then that I remembered taht all I was wearing were my tumbling clothes.

"I can see that much. Want something to drink?"

"Naw, I'm fine. Do you know where Matt is? I need to talk to him."

"Sure, he's over there." Vicki pointed me over to where Matt was serving a family. I sighed in relief.

"Thanks Vick." I went over to him, catching him just as he turned away from the table.

I wrapped my arms around him and my head hit his chest.

"Rose? Hey, what's up? Wait- why are you all wet?"

I pulled away.

"The stupid car stopped working about a quarter of the way here on the way back from tumbling, so I decided to walk back, I thought that maybe I could call someone or something." I ran a hand through my hair. "And there was this guy- he started driving up next to me... and I freaked out. But it was so cold, Matty, and I was wet and tired and- I don't know, I just got in the car with him." Tears began to build in my eyes.

"Rose- what did he do to you? Are you okay?" His warm blue eyes bore into mine, and they began to turn angry.

"No, no! I'm fine. He didn't- he didn't touch me. But..."

"But what?"

"But what if it had been a raging-psychopath-rapist-killer-person?! And I had just gotten in the car with him-and-and-"

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay."

I started to cry into his chest just like I did when I was younger.

"Hey, hey. Look at me."

I tilted my head up and sniffled.

"You're going to be okay. I'm going to get Tyler to take you home, okay?"

"Tyler's here?"

"Yeah, he's over there. Listen, get him to take you straight home, alright?" But I was already on my way over to my boyfriends table, shaking.

He was with his mother, and they both looked up when I got closer.

"Hey, Rose." My boyfriend smile at me, but it faded when he saw my drenched body and teary face.

He slid out of the booth and held me close to him.

I nuzzled into his neck, and squeezed him to me.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'll tell you about it later, alright? Can you- can you take me home?"

"Sure, Yeah. Um," He turned to his mother who had pride in her eyes when she looked at us together, "Is it okay if I ta-"

"Go ahead. I don't mind. Take your beautiful girlfriend home." She smiled contently when he smiled quickly and lead me out of the building, and to his car.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, or any of it's characters or plot. I only own my OC's.

AN: Well, there you go :D Hope you guys liked it! R & R! Keep in mind that I do have another 'Elena's Twin' Story, so I might be pulling things from that... Just saying. I would also like to know wether or not you think that I should keep my chapters in the normal left justified format, or go to the centered one.I have seen a couple of stories with the centered own and I like it, but I figured I would as the readers XD. You can tell me in a review, or PM, it's up to you!