I walk into the house slowly. Examing every detail of the once full of life house. Everything looks almost the way it was. Just a few differences here and there and a little extra dust in some places. I guess that happens when you disappear for over a century, things age and collect dust.
Elena couldn't help but watch me intently, waiting for a reaction that's not going to happen. I wouldn't break down again. I slowly ascend up the stairs in search of my room hopeing it was the same. When I reached the door to my room I take a deep breath and turn the door knob slowly. Looking in what once was my room I couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't my room! Well, it was the room I had but nothing in it was hers. Sheer disappointment surged through me. I couldn't believe someone would do that. I punch the wall only to grab my hand in pain. A slight awkward cough came from behind me. I spin around and I catch sight of Elena standing in the doorway.
"I wouldn't touch anything in here. Damon might get mad at you." Elena said to me. Her face dead serious.
"Damon?" I ask. Confusion on my face. "Is he related to the original family" I ask hopefully.
"You could say that." Is all she says before she turns on her heel and walks down the hall.
So I'm going to be living with a guy I've never met who lives in the house I did but I don't get my room. This sucks. I walk out of my – I mean Damon's room, and followed Elena downstairs where she taught me about all of the latest technology and the language people use these days, taking her several hours to explain it all.
"Where is Damon?" I ask her. Wondering when I would have to meet him. The look on her face told me that she was nervous.
"He's on a trip with a friend. He will be back in a couple days." She replies with a small smile on her face. I could see the questions filling in her head, waiting to be answered but not wanting to ask them. I smile back at her and sit on one of the couches, her following behind just moments later. "How old are you?" She asks suddenly.
"I guess I would be 162 now." I reply looking thoughtful. So much was running through my head. "If my calculations are right." She doesn't look surprised at all as if she knew something about this. I'll get to the bottom of that later. "And you?"
"I'm 17." She says. Looking at me with curiousity again. I feel so tired for some reason. Elena noticed and stood up. Reaching in her bag she pulled out a tanktop and a pair of shorts. "Here." She said nicely, handing me the clothes. "You look like you could use some sleep. I have to go back to my house for a bit. Make yourself at home. I'll be back later." And with that she walked out of the house. I decide to walk upstairs into this Damon guys room and change. Clothes these days sure are weird. I walk around the dress that was left on the floor and climb into bed. I pull the covers and inhale deeply and catch the scent off of the comforter. It smells like home for some reason. I start to drift off to sleep with ease. Only to be woken up to a cough.