Damon Salvatore,
Present.
Damon's icy-eyes watched the blonde curl up on her bed through the window he was staring into, it didn't matter if he had that stalkering facade seeping into himself as he listened to the soft breathing that only his ears could pick-up through the amount of space seperating him from her.
She looks just like Anelyse, and sounds and breathes just like her, his thoughts cracked inside.
Another Doppleganger? Reincarnation? He couldn't come up with a valid excuse.
It felt like he was dealing with another Elena and Katherine situation, but the only part was, he didn't think he could handle this one. Katherine was hard enough, but this...
Mystic Falls,
1863.
"Anelyse!" Damon called to the blonde that sat with her legs folded to the side on the big blanket that was spread out in the grass. He took the small glance she casted him with her emerald eyes, she wouldn't fully look at him, and it drove him mad.
His father and his own had made a deal, she would be staying at the Salvatore home, for the passing summers. All so she could get used to being around other men, to get her ready for marriage.
"Will you stop staring at me?" Her lovely velvet voice chirped as Damon casted his eyes to look into her own again. The vivid-green orbs brightened as the sun hit them through the trees, it made Damon smile kindly and take a seat next to her.
"Not until I soak up every ounce of beauty that is inside of you," he whispered into her ear.
Anelyse tensed at the closeness, but he just continued to blow his breath into her delicate curls as he ran his hand up her arm.
It was normal for Damon to touch her, but over the past years that he had been granted her presence, he grew inlove with smooth tingles that he felt whenever her eyes looked back into his icy-orbs with confusion and flushfulness.
You could say he loved this girl, everything about her, actually. It would be 100% true, but there was no doubt in his mind that she didn't love him back.
"I'm not some harlot you can keep around for your guilty pleasures!" She snapped as her small arms shoved him as far away as she could muster up in her body.
Damon inwardly sighed, but layed his head against the grass and stared up at the trees above them.
She didn't speak for several minutes, before he felt her lay down next to him. Comforting silence graced both of their ears, before Damon looked over to see her beautiful green eyes glamouring their presence in his own. "Tell me, Damon." She paused, "do you think I'll be a good wife?"
Damon smiled at her, before rolling over to his side and brushed her blonde-locks out of her red cheeked face. "With no doubt in my mind, Anelyse."
Damon Salvatore,
Present.
"Who was that girl, Stefan?" Elena's voice hushedly called out to his baby brother, but Damon just took another sip of his whiskey and replied instead.
"Not who we thought, obviously. But, she looked just like someone from our, my past."
Elena took a seat across from him, and Stefan sat on the edge, before sending him a unnoticable glance.
"She was a very good friend of mine, and much more to Damon." he began, as Damon shot him angry glances his way. "You see, our father and hers were the best of mates; and decided to have her stay the summer of our earliar years together."
Elena shot Damon a look, "What about Katherine?"
"This was a few years before Katherine," Stefan started.
But Damon slammed his whiskey on the coffee table and glared at him. "She was the first person I loved, the first woman I ever took into my life. But when we got engaged, she disappeared."
Damon couldn't help but let his eyes shoot over to Stefan, who gave him a understanding look.
"Listen, Elena. It was in the past, we don't need anymore coming back to haunt us."
Elena gave Damon one last glance before she got up to let Stefan take her home.
Faye, Faye, Faye, Anelyse.
He shook his thoughts away, becoming slightly irritated with the constant amount of thinking he was doing, all because of a worthless human who made everything about Katherine dissapear.
But that didn't stop him from throwing on his leather jacket that was thrown next to him on the arm of the chair, and head out in a rush to question Elena's little witch.
Mystic Falls,
1863.
"Anelyse, if you could change your lovely name, what would you change it to?" Damon whispered as he held her naked blonde in his arms.
She stared thoughtfully up at him before she trailed kisses up his chest, before she was face to face with him. "Faye, I would change it to Faye."
Damon smiled at her, before he found his lips planted over her own in a passonate kiss.
Faye Anelyse Maple,
Present.
Why couldn't guys be like some of the gentlemen out of fairytales? I mean, Seriously. I would love to get a bouquet of flowers, or just a simple picnic. Instead of an invite to get drunk at a party, and feel like a floozy when your date wants to fuck you senseless.
Dropping my pen into my notebook, I rolled myself over in the grass and let out a shaky sigh.
I've been in Mystic Falls now for a Week, and I've already been hit on by several guys that couldn't take the hint that they were not getting lucky. This Tyler kid decided to take it upon himself to grab ahold of my butt whenever I dropped my book, just the other day. Do these boys have problems with the word 'NO'?
Picking up my pen once again, I ignored the sound of a car pulling infront of my house, and began to write. It was probably just Clover coming home from his job interview with some council.
This place is horrendous, with no exaggerations. I can't seem to go anywhere without beinhg watched by the locals, it is like ever after a few days- I am still the new kid. It shouldn't be this uncomfortable.
I was going to continue to writer, but footsteps and soft voices broke into my ears; and I looked up to find Elena and her odd-friend Bonnie infront of me.
My mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape, before I cleared my throat and slammed my pen inside of my notebook and shuffled up to my feet. "Did Clover send you to me?"
"No, actually. We were knocking on the door, and no one answered- but we could hear you humming when Bonnie and I were about to give up and leave." Elena explained as I ran my fingers through my hair.
Why would they come here? and how did they even know where I lived?
As if reading my mind, Bonnie spoke up. "It's a really close-knit town, and you and your family are the only new ones around; and this house is the only one just getting off of the Market."
"That makes sense," I smiled kindly, "What can I do for you?"
Elena smiled brightly, "We wanted to see if you wanted to hangout with us; you know, let us show you around and stuff. It doesn't look like you've been out much."
"True, I haven't been feeling to well, really." I responded, and getting a worried look from both. "I'm fine, it must just be the weather- though Washington was still gloom-and-doom aswell."
They both nodded, but their worriedness still shown in their eyes, "Washington?"
I nodded, loving the sound of my original home. "Born and Raised,"
Bonnie opened her mouth cautiously, "Why did you move?"
Without hesitation, seeing as it was the same question I get from my Therapist and some friends back home, I spoke up without missing a beat. "My parent's died, and so I moved in with some family members, until being passed down to my god parents, Clover and Marian." I paused and took a sweet breath of air, "Marian decided to let us get a change of scenary, seeing as Clover and I were much to sucked into all of the old memories around us, that we were falling short in living."
Instantly, Bonnie and Elena both had me in a bone crushing hug. "We know how you feel, Faye."
No, you have absolutely no idea how I feel. My heart ached.