The Other Girl

Chapter 1:

It was in 1864 was when I met Stefan, it was at the start of the year before Katherine came into the picture.

Stefan and I had been arranged marriage and we grow used to the fact that someday we were going to get married but then Katherine came and she ruined everything, she took Stefan from me and I was heart broken. I hurt.

I watched for the fifth time as Katherine aimlessly flirted with Stefan. I kept my head down and kept reading the same book for the hundredth time while in the garden. Stefan turned back to me and smiled, waving and I smiled back and waved and kept reading.

I heard footsteps and seen Damon and he walked up to me and sat down opposite to me. "Hello Damon," I said politely.

"Hello dearest Isabella," he replied. "How are you on this fine evening?"

"Dandy," I replied. "How about you?"

"Good thank you," he replied. "I am displeased with my brother's infatuation, he should have wed you. You both look exactly the same, except the eye color and you're hair is much more curlier and Katherine's is much shorter and you have hair like the women from 1490's which is very beautiful. It's long."

"At least I am not the only one who think that me and your brother should have wed," I replied.

"You my dearest Isabella are much more beautiful than Katherine," he said.

I laughed. "You are too kind Mr Salvatore," I replied.

Damon looked at me, his eyes shined and he smiled at me brightly. "Walk in the garden with me?" he asked.

"I would be delighted," I responded.

I stood up, fixing my dress, it was long and beautiful, green. Damon crouched down to look me in the eyes and fixed my bonnet. "Thank you," I said smiling at him.

He smiled back. "You're welcome milady," he said bowing.

I curtsied, bowing my head. I grinned at him. "Catch me," I said, giggling, running off.

Damon laughed, running after me. I looked behind me and ran into the small hedges that made a maze and ran through them, Damon following me. Soon enough Damon caught me, wrapping me in his arms and lifting me arms. I laughed. "Put me down, Mr Salvatore," I said.

He let me go. "Please, call me Damon," he said, kissing my hand.

I laughed. "But, sir, I call you Mr Salvatore because Damon is much too informal," I told him. "Can you be a dear and escort me to my room?"

"Of course," Damon said, smiling at me.

We walked. "You better be careful Mr Salvatore or Lady Katherine will have you under her spell," I told him jokingly and he laughed.

"Do not fear Isabella, I am the terrible, mischievous brother, remember?" he asked me, smiling kindly.

We stopped at my room and I placed my hand on my cheek. "Oh Mr Salvatore, you are not all that. You are kind and you have the kind of humility that makes me laugh, you are definitely not all that bad. Please do not listen to what your father tells you, he is wrong."

Damon kissed my hand. "Now you are being too kind," he replied.

I laughed, curtsied and entered my room.