This is a Fic about Damon and OC. I hope you enjoy. It´s going to be quite long, or so I hope :D It is set in the end of Season 1 and the beginning of Season 2, but form there on the facts are not going to be really related form what happened along in Season 2 and 3. Or at least I´ll change some things. Forgive any mistake in my writing please, and I hope you enjoy…

Don´t own anything just my OC…

Mystic Falls…

I didn´t know if it was a good place or the worst thing that could ever happened to me.

I was driving in the dark towards my new home. My van was all full of my belongings and I blocking my view in the rearview mirror. Everything that was missing would be sent to me from Chicago, as soon as my best friend could get everything in boxes and send them all to me.

And all of this was because of a terrible accident that took both of my parents away from me. It was dark and it was raining that terrible night that changed my fate. They didn´t saw that stupid curve that was a mortal threat.

I remember to be lying in my bed watching a stupid comedy in the television when I received a phone call at the middle of the night from the hospital. Both dead from the impact, the doctor said. They were just going out in a romantic dinner. Just a stupid dinner and life just pulled them away from me so suddenly and so violently that I could still found myself with the hope of seeing them enter through the door of our warm and little house in Chicago.

But I knew it was impossible. My heart ached of all the things that I never told them…

But I had to block those thoughts; I have been blocking them since that terrible night three months ago. I had to be strong, because now I had only myself to relay on.

The house we were staying in Chicago was rented, but my parents were born in this town, Mystic Falls, but I remembered they didn´t like to talk about it, especially Dad. I didn´t knew why but Mom always told me not to push him on the matter. Now this was my only home and I would probably never know what kept them both away from this place all this years.

The house had passed immediately to my hands, along with all their belongings, thanks to the good will of the judge who saw my precarious situation and had mercy on me and didn´t put much of an objection for me to inherit at my, recently acquired 18 years old. I had enough to assurance my colleague and for not to work in a couple of years, after that… I didn´t knew. None of my parents had brothers… so, to make the story shorter, it was just me.

But there was Jamie. She was the best friend of my mother and her daughter Marry was my best friend. She was the one that helped me to move to Mystic Falls. She got me into the High school there and she even hired a woman that would help me with the house. She would come time to time to check on me and to spend some time with me. And she told me about a close friend of mom called Carol Lockwood. She was the Mayor of Mystic Falls and had been really close to Mom. Jamie told me she would look after me and that I would never be alone, and frankly it was what I needed the most right now.

So now, here I was, heading towards the, too little town, in which destiny had threw me. The GPS told me to turn to the left and keep going. I was not far from my new home. I started to put attention to the houses around me. They were all very typical and not very ostentatious, but there was something about them that cheered me a little bit.

I then spotted my new home. It was a house of two floors, with the roof of a dark blue and the walls of a dark wooden color. It needed a few touches but in general terms it was really beautiful. The garden could be improved and so as the porch, but it had a really good potential. Is funny the things that come to your mind when you are avoiding hurtful thoughts. I even thought about the color the curtains should have.

Suddenly I saw two shapes in the house of the neighbors. It was a beautiful, white house with black roof. A warm light came out of the windows and the two shapes of the porch where really close one another. They kissed passionately and he took her waits in his hands. She had long, curly hair and was really thin. She kissed him back and took his head in her hands. He had dark raven hair and was all dressed in black.

Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful woman with honey hair looked at the figures with, I supposed, was shock. Both of the figures separated from one another and she got inside the house after a while.

All of this happened while I was parking my car in the entrance of my own house and getting my purse out. When the door was shut the man in the neighbors´ porch turned and looked at me as I got out of the black Traverse. He looked at me from the garden of the white house and I could guess, in the dark, that he frowned and that he made a strange grin with his mouth. I looked at him with from the corner of my eye as I looked for the keys in my purse. There was something about that man that gave me chills. I hurried up to find the keys but they seemed to be escaping from my hands. I was getting more nervous as the time passed and I felt his gaze in my nape.

"Come on Kira, hurry!" I demanded myself. Finally I found the keys at the end of my purse and I was so relived to fell the cold metal against my fingertips that I gave a little smile. I opened the door and got inside as quickly as the speed of light. I closed the door and put my back against it as I let out a sigh of relive. Everything was dark. I had to reconnect the light, but, at least for this night, I had to deal with the absolute dark. I had some candles in the van, but with that man out there I preferred to stay right where I was. After a moment I looked out from the window and he was gone…finally.

Now the problem was the illumination. I took my phone out and tried to illuminate my way through. It wasn´t much but at least I was not completely blind. Of course three or four times I crashed against a wall, a table and a stair. I got into the principal room and started to make my way to the bathroom, I had not stop to attend my natural needs in the way here, and now, nature was demanding my immediate attention.

What a weird man that was, and it seemed it was the boyfriend of my neighbor, so I would have to see him again sometime. Maybe at daylight he would not be that threatening. I let the thought go and focused my attention in everything I got ahead me from now on.

In these moments I missed Mom. With all her jokes and sweetness that would lighten my humor. Or Dad that always knew what to do and say in the right moments.

The house smelled someway familiar. I saw it needed to be cleaned up and also had a huge lack of decoration, but it was really beautiful. I could see the light of the moon getting threw a huge window in, which long ago, was the room of my parents and now mine.

In my ruminations I didn´t saw the door of the bathroom closed and the fact that, in that moment, my cellphone turned down the light made me rush into the closed door like an idiot. The closet was opened and facing the door of the bathroom. The space was really reduced and, from the impact with the door, I stumbled and my feet got tangled with something in the floor that made me fall form the back. My shoulders crashed with the wall of the closet, and the impact was such, that the wood broke with a loud noise. In the dark I could see that I had made a whole in it.

-Fuck!- I said with a stabbing pain in my shoulders. I guessed the house was not in such good conditions as I first thought. I just hoped there was not a problem of termites in the house.

-I just want to sleep, tomorrow will be a new day- I took out my black converse and threw myself in the dusty bed, hopping to erase some pain of my back with the sleep. Suddenly, the man in the neighbor's porch came to my mind again and even doe I was as tired as if I had carried a bus with one hand from Chicago, to Mystic Falls, I stood up and put the locks in all the windows of the house and in the front door. It was only me now, so I had to be careful.

-Welcome to Mystic Falls Kira Adrian- I said to myself with a cynic smile and heading myself towards the room again. This time I only clashed once. And that was my first day in Mystic Falls.