AN; This is my new Vampire Diaries story :) Please don't bite my head off if some facts are wrong. I haven't yet read The Return: Nightfall. So I apologize in advance for inaccuracies :) OH, also..I do not own Vampire Diaries. Please read and review, so I know if i should continue or not.
DPOV
Stefan doesn't know I'm here. I don't think I'll tell him. Not yet; I'll toy with him for a bit first. He's so stupid; he honestly makes me wonder if my mother didn't have an affair. Maybe I'm some other man's child. Wouldn't that be quite the blessing. I'm hiding in the trees; from my perch l can spot a dark-haired girl leaving the psychiatric ward I'm watching.
I note her beauty, and I know I have my first victim in my new town. The girl looks around before unlocking her car, as if she isn't supposed to be here. Maybe she isn't. Her long, dark hair swings as she begins to get into her car, and I smile with anticipation. I have no doubt her blood will be sweet when I spill it. And she is quite beautiful. Maybe I'll toy with her, too. She seems too collected and calm, even from afar. I can change that.
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MPOV
I don't know why I'm so nervous. Probably because I'm not supposed to be here. Since I always break the rules, I thought I'd end up getting used to it. I never do. Though I could probably write the argument I'll have with my parents later. Every time they find out I've gone to visit my grandfather, we have a huge blowout. They say he's crazy and dangerous. I say he's lonely and misunderstood. We agree on lots of things; my grandfather is not one of them.
I enter the sterile-looking reception area, and the secretary smiles. "Welcome back, Meredith. Please, sit." I do, and they soon tell me my grandfather is awake and I can go visit. "Not too long this time, dear, he's not very lucid." I bite my lip as I enter the room, worry etched over my face. Gasping, I see that my grandfather is standing and talking to himself. I was taught what to do when this happens, but I still ignore it and try to reach out and touch who he used to be. "Grandfather?" I say, my voice like a little girl's.
I reach my hand out and touch his shoulder and he turns, jerking away and glaring at me. "Who the hell are you?" he demands. I wince. That hurts, even though he recognizes me less than half the time. I still remember when I was little, and he'd scoop me up and twirl me around and call me 'Mare'. I leave quickly after that, unable to watch my grandfather act that way. As I approach my car, the fine hairs on the back of my neck, and on my arms, begin to raise. I glance around quickly, my hair swinging. I swipe it out of my face impatiently, staring hard into the trees. Seeing nothing but a flicker of darkness, I get into my car and drive home. Sure enough, there is a battle awaiting me. I don't know why I bother anymore.