The Vincentio II
Chapter One
The Introduction to My Life
AN: I sort of got writers block on my other story so I started this one, don't worry if you like the other one I'm still working on it. Sorry in advance if the whole jumping from Point Of View to Point Of View is annoying. Enjoy!
Val's POV…
I have been living in Mystic Falls for two years and I could tell you that those two years have been the best in my life but I would sort of be lying. Granted I didn't have to put up with living in a small town with my ex-boyfriend but life here wasn't as grand as I thought it would be when we first came here.
To tell you the truth the first year and a half were great until my brother, James, died six months ago. I've been having trouble without him around. See we weren't just brother and sister. We were best buds. Friends for life even partners in crime. I also haven't had the best luck with friends because any friends I had made I lost when my brother died because I just happened to block them out. That was until I became friends with Jeremy after his parents died.
We are pretty much in the same boat. We are practically best friends now. My relationship with Jeremy pisses Elena off because I'm a year older than her so she believes I have bad intentions for her brother and I honestly don't.
I'm eighteen and my name is Val McDaniel. Val is my nickname and has been my whole life. Technically it's the name that everyone uses because I refused to tell people my real name because it's weird, stupid, rare and completely messed up. My mother was the one to name me and I'm pretty sure she just did it to make my life hell. So I have made an agreement with my parents that they can never use my real name even if they are angry at me.
Stefan's POV…
I shouldn't have come home. I know the risk, but I had no choice. I have to know her. The only problem is I'm not sure which one. I don't know if I should risk it and get to know the girl I save or the girl that used to be my friend.
Val's POV…
I rode my skateboard towards Jeremy's house. I lived quite a distance from his house that's why I was riding my skateboard. When I reached his house I jumped off my skateboard and waited on the footpath near the mailbox. I refused to go inside because Elena and I weren't friends or even close to that.
Elena hated me and I was cool with that because I didn't like her that much either. Before my brother died we used to talk to each other slightly because I was good friends with Caroline. But since I am older than Caroline and Elena it wasn't a whole lot. After my brother died I refused to talk to anyone and when Jeremy's parents died I knew – even though she had never said it out loud – that she blamed me for the way Jeremy was acting now.
Jeremy came down the patio stairs and walked towards me. He smiled in the corner of his mouth before we started towards school. We obviously took the long route.
I would skateboard ahead then stop and wait for Jeremy to catch up before I skateboarded some more. This continued until we neared the school. I stopped skateboarding and walked beside Jeremy. This is when we started chatting.
"Why don't you drive like everyone else your age?" Jeremy asked.
"With driving there is too much to worry about. So many things to think about, I have no problem with it, I can drive. It's just my mother will expect me to drive her everywhere if I start driving to school. Plus I find skateboarding more fun and I can piss teachers off with that," I replied.
My soul goal for this year was to not only graduate but to piss off as many of my teachers as I could. It's the small things in life that count, to me anyway. Plus it was my final year at this school and hopefully this town. I wanted to go out with a bang.
"So are you going to the back-to-school party at the falls?" Jeremy asked.
"Are you joking?" I asked pretending that I wouldn't be caught dead at that party. "Of course I'll be there. Alcohol and night time, I can get drunk and hide behind trees and scare drunk people to death," I added.
"If I knew when we first met that you were into dark things and scaring people I would have walked away."
"I'm surprised that the fact that we met in a cemetery didn't give that away for you."
"In fact we met at The Grill," Jeremy attempted to correct me.
"I guess but the first time we talked to each other was in the cemetery if I'm not mistaken," I replied.
"If you count talking to each other as a first time meeting," he replied still trying to prove that he was right.
"Well if you count staring at me for three hours at The Grill one night as a first time meeting then you win," I replied.
Jeremy just stopped talking after that.
So you don't get confused or anything. The first time I saw Jeremy was at The Grill. He was eating dinner with his parents. This was a month or two before his parents died. I was there eating with my mother who didn't want to make anything for dinner because she wasn't a very good cook.
Anyway he was staring at me for the obvious reason. Why did I look so out of place all of a sudden? That was shortly after the death of my brother. The funny thing was I didn't even know who Jeremy was until then. I had never met or saw him before then. But I had heard Elena talking about him but that was about it.
Back to what I was talking about, he was staring at me all night. I of course was watching him from the corner of my eye. I think I noticed his sister notice at some point or something, not that I cared.
The day we actually talked to each other was a couple days after his parent's funeral. I was at the cemetery. I was avoiding home and visiting my brother. We ran into each other, well I tripped over one of those really small headstones which wasn't the first time. I tripped and almost landed on him. He was sitting on the ground facing his parent's graves. It was kind of sad but I didn't care that much to care. Eventually we started talking and things went on from there.
I know Elena thinks I have bad intentions planned for her brother but I really don't. Because that's really gross and I don't care that sort of thing anymore. Plus even if I was into that sort of thing, which I'm not, he's with Vicki, I think. It's all too confusing for me.
See after my brother died I was no longer into chasing hot boys and sex like any normal eighteen year old teenage girl was. I spent the sixth months between his death and now alone. I would chill in my room, piss of people, avoid my father who was an ass for his surprise visits and spend time in cemeteries but I loved to chill with Vicki Donovan and her friends. I know the last one isn't really on my own but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't remember me so clearly anyway, so that's close enough. Man how did I end up talking about this?
Later that morning I was sitting with Jeremy when Vicki came over. Vicki and I had an odd relationship. I'm simply calling it drug buddies. If I had drugs she was hanging around me and if she had drugs I was hanging around her.
"Don't take more than two in a six hour window," Jeremy warned as Vicki threw the drugs down her throat.
Tyler came over practically jumping into the conversation and I mean jumping.
"Hey Vick, I knew I would find you here with the crack heads," Tyler said as he looked at Jeremy and I.
I gave him the finger after I passed Jeremy the cigarette we were sharing.
"Hey," Vicki said.
"Pete Wentz wants his nail polish back," Tyler said to Jeremy.
"Pete Wentz, huh, how old-school TRL of you," Jeremy said. "Carson Daly fan," Jeremy asked.
I just smiled.
"Whoa, Ty, be nice. That's Elena's little brother," Vicki said.
"Yeah Ty, be nice," I said.
"I know who he is, I'll still kick his ass," Tyler replied. "And yours," Tyler warned me.
"As if," I mumbled to myself.
Tyler and Vicki kissed each other in front of Jeremy. I knew Jeremy didn't like them being together but he just sat there in silence.
"You should really find better friends, Val," Tyler said.
"And you should piss off, Layla," I replied.
Tyler's face filled with anger. He hated that name so much. Long story short, which really isn't very short, I was trying to find a girl's name to call him one day and as I was calling them out they had no effect on him until I said Layla and he turned around to tell me to shut up. Since he responded to that name I technically made it his name. I got a lot of the school going on it for about a week until the mayor came to the school and talked to the headmaster who in turn talked to me. I'm supposed to stop calling Tyler, Layla, because it is a form of bullying. Of course it's a form of bullying what else could it be. Anyway now I just do it to piss him off and shut him up.
This is one of those situations that I'm glad only people know my nickname and think it's my real name. If Tyler knew it wasn't my real name he would go to great lengths to find out my real name to use it against me. Sure my real name isn't that bad like Wolfgang, which is practically two words joined together. Anyway it just had no meaning here, in America. Because of that it's odd, uncommon and rare here as well. I'm the only one I know who has it. There aren't even any famous people with my name. well technically I haven't checked but I know for sure that there are no famous people – I know off the top of my head – with my name.
Before classes started I was skateboarding through some of the corridors of the school with Jeremy not far behind me. I was heading towards my locker and Jeremy said he was going to go to the men's bathroom. I knew he was hoping to avoid his sister.
Since my locker wasn't that far from the men's bathroom I knew that I made it to my locker because he made it to the men's bathroom. Before I opened my locker I noticed Elena and Bonnie standing together. She was totally going to notice Jeremy so I guess his luck today wasn't so good.
I opened my locker and looked at my books that sat inside. I wasn't going to bother with books today or any day. I grabbed my leather jacket and slit it on over the top of my dark hoodie I was already wearing. I don't know why I was wearing a hoodie and a leather jacket but it felt comfortable to me.
I stood by my locker waiting for either Jeremy or the bell. Since Jeremy and I weren't the same age we clearly didn't have any classes together but we liked to go to each other's classes from time to time to avoid our classes for as long as we could.
Eventually Jeremy came up to me. I also noticed that after he came out of the men's bathroom his came out of the bathroom as well. Like that wasn't weird. I shook my head at that because I didn't understand how she thought she would be able to change anything.
"We are going to your class," Jeremy said before he practically dragged me in the opposite direction of Elena.
As he dragged me away from that area of the corridor I noticed Elena talking someone new. From this angle I couldn't see his face if I really wanted too.
"Okay, but I'm walking with you to your next class," I said when he let go of my wrist.
"History," he asked.
"Yep," I replied.
AN: Before I wrote this I knew that I had to make another founding family because it was important for the story later. There are a lot of things about The McDaniel Family that aren't mentioned in this chapter and won't be mentioned for a long time. Something that must likely will never mentioned is the fact that the McDaniel family originated from Scotland like the Salvatore family originated from Italy. Elena has her issues with Val because I didn't want to have them as friends. I wanted to write something different to all the fan fics about someone that moves to town and instantly becomes friends with Elena, Caroline and Bonnie. When Val fist moved to Mystic Falls she did become friends with Caroline easily because they were both cheerleaders but other than that she had no friendship with Elena. She knew who Elena and Bonnie were and had nothing against them until her brother James died. James was the older protective brother; he would always look after Val even if sometimes it wasn't the best choice.
