Hey! Another fanfiction from me. I've never written a vampire diaries one or a fanfiction with shadowhunters so this will be a challenge, I've never written anything with chapters and I've never written anything without Kimberly (DragonBlade1000) reading it first so I guess it's a first time for everything.

It's not possible to love someone but hate them as well. That's what Allie Branwell told herself all her life. People who were hated stayed hated and love well she loved no one. She was happy to be alone. She lived by her sword. Bending away from the words of the clave. This was what she though and believed that was until she met him.

She was starting her new mundane school. She had been kicked out of the last few for damaging property. That wasn't her fault. The demons kept coming for her. She was just doing her job. This though was her last warning. If she got kicked out of here she would be made to train at the Glasgow Institute under the watchful, evil, slightly scary eyes of Mrs. Martin a batty old shadowhunter who looked as if she should have been six feet under centuries ago. Allie was going to try this time. She had just received her timetable from the school office. Damn! Physics. She hated physics it made no sense. She dragged her feet up the stairs of the three floored school until she got to the top. She took a deep breath as she knocked the wooden door of the physics classroom. She looked through the glass of the door as a short, plump man with grey hair walked out and introduced himself as Mr. Jamison. He told her to go in and wait at the front whilst he got me a jotter from the storeroom. Great she though. She walked into the class with a wave of confidence that cam naturally to her. She could see girls and boys alike staring at her. No wonder she thought. She was beautiful. Waist length black hair, startling blue eyes with gold pinwheels around the pupil, a tall muscular frame and perfectly shaped lips. Her makeup was applied so she had deep red lips and Egyptian looking eyeliner. It gave her a strange dangerous look that suited her perfectly. The teacher walked back into the room stumbling slightly. Must have been drinking she thought with a silent laugh.

"Right then miss um…" he said in a croaky voice.

"Branwell." She said

"Let's see if we can find you a seat." He said handing her a yellow jotter.

She scanned the room. Her eyes falling upon a boy with black messy hair, dark eyes that looked as black as his hair and an un-naturally pale complexion. He smirked at her. His teeth bright white. His canines slightly more pointed than they should be. He knew she could see them. He nodded and flashed her a cheeky smile confirming her suspicions. He was a vampire. Years of training told her to watch him. Keep away from him yet monitor his behavior around the mundanes. Her gaze lingered on him until Mr. Jamison's frog like voice snapped her out of her daydream.

"Well I think I may have found you a seat Miss Branwell." He croaked.

She nodded.

"Beside Damon." He pointed to her seat.

Oh by the angel no she thought. Him. She was going to have to sit with a vampire for who knows how long. Maybe Mrs. Martin wasn't such a bad idea after all. She walked gracefully over to her seat at the back of the class and dropped her bag on the floor unceremoniously before sitting down on the hard, cold seat. She caught a few boys staring at her. She smiled. Poor mundies. They don't know what's hit them.

She pulled out her pen and started copying from the white board into her jotter. The teacher left after a while saying he had to go and print something from the office downstairs. Of for a drink more like Allie thought absentmindedly drawing runes all over her page.

"A shadowhunter I see before me?" a deep, beautiful voice which sent shivers up her spine asked her.

She turned to face Damon. He was smirking and looking at her jotter. Her eyes widened when she realised he could see them.

Keeping her cool she replied "Correct and is this a vampire seated beside me?"

"How clever Allie." He said in his dark mysterious voice.

She froze "how do you know my name?" she asked

"I'm Psychic." He replied

"A psychic vampire scary" she mocked

"Not really I just read the front of your jotter." He smiled warmly for a change.

She laughed against her will. Her hand flew to her mouth. They both burst into laughter.

He held out his hand "Damon Salvatore."

She just looked at it "Allie Branwell."

"You know your accent confuses me." He said knitting his brows in mock confusion.

"How is that?" she asked.

"Well here we are in London and yet you don't sound English." He explained.

"I'm from Scotland." She said

"Where?" he asked playing with a blue ring on his hand.

"Glasgow." She replied looking at the ring.

"Nice place," He smiled "but America is the place to be."

"Says you." She muttered.

"Yeah warmer most of the time."

"So Damon," she asked "how long have you been a vampire for?"

The bell signaling the end of the period rang and Damon left the class not answering her question.

How polite she thought. She checked her timetable. Scrawled over her classes was a mobile number. A note at the bottom read.

Call me from your Psychic vampire.

Damon realised. I've only known him for less than an hour and now. She smirked. He's on my murder and make it look like an accident list.

So how's that for a first chapter? I hope you guys like and please review. Free cookies for all (may not contain real cookie) Constructive criticism is welcome but please mind what you say.

Love Sophie(MrsMalfoy12345)