Hey ...here's chapter two I hope you like it...! :D XX
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR SOPHIE AND HER GRANNY. ALL THE REST BELONG TO L.J. SMITH. :L :)
Chapter Two:
I woke up to my alarm clock beeping loudly. It was seven thirty a.m. I jumped out of bed, a bit too quickly making myself feel light headed. I looked in the mirror, groaning, my curly auburn hair was all frizzy.
When I was brushing my hair, something caught my eye in the mirror. There was two little red marks on the left side of my neck. I touched them they were very tender. They looked like very big mosquito bites. I couldn't remember any other way they could have got there.
Then I remembered that strange man in my room last night, Damon Salavatore. I tried to think back of how it had ended but the last few hours were fuzzy. I remembered him just appearing there, him saying that Gran let him in and he wanted a taste?
I remembered him looking in to my eyes, with his gorgeous black ones and then... nothing. The rest of the night is an utter blank. Why can't I remember?
Maybe it was all a dream, he was so beautiful, but not even my imagination could come up with someone that handsome. No, it was definately not a dream, he was real.
I thought about this whilst getting washed and dressed into my favourite blue skinny jeans and a black vest with my pink converse boots. It was another hot day here in Fell's Church. I put on a little make-up, just some pink lipgloss and my favourite mascara and silver eye shadow, that brought out the colour in my dark blue eyes. I couldn't come up with anything, maybe he had gone when I asked him to and I was just so hot and tired ,I couldn't remember him going.
I went down the stairs quickly nearly tripping over that annoying cat. Gran was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, she was already dressed and was wearing a scarf!
"Hey Gran!" I said making her jump. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you!"
She turned around to face me, she had that warm smile on her face again, that showed all her wrinkles and her electric blue eyes were shining."Good Morning, dear."
I poured myself a bowl of cheerios and a glass of orange juice and joined her at the table. "Gran, why are you wearing a scarf, in this weather?" I didn't mean to sound rude, but it was starting to bug me.
"Well, I want to to." she replied and she got up and went down to her bedroom.
That was weird, I thought, whilst grabbing my schoolbag and heading out the door, to wait for Elena to come and pick me up. After about ten minutes, a black porshe approached the house.
Surely that wasn't them. The door opened and Elena got out looking as beautiful as ever and her hair was even shinier and with her was the most handsome boy ever. He had dark wavy hair and beautiful green eyes.
."Sophie, I've missed you so much!" exclaimed Elena hugging me.
" Me too Elena! How are you?" I asked pulling back to look at her. I had only seen her once since her parents died and she was a total mess.
"I'm fine, much better now thanks." she said smiling to prove it.
"This is Stefan." Elena said gesturing towards the handsome boy.
"Hello Sophie." he said shaking my hand, his voice was beautiful.
"Hello." was all I could manage without nearly giggling.
We all clambered back into Stefan's Porshe, he must be from a wealthy family. Most of the car ride, we caught up on any gossip, I discovered that Stefan had only been at the school for a short while as well.
We got out the car and was greeted by Elena's two friends, whom I had met several times. Bonnie looked so excited to see me, her red curls bouncing as she hugged me and Meredith more laid back looked happy to see me as well. Whilst I was hugging Bonnie, I noticed Stefan looking at me strangely. I don't know what he was looking at, but when I stared back at him, he looked away immediately.
My first class was English with Matt, Elena's ex-boyfriend, who was very kind and showed me the way to class. The morning passed quickly and smoothly with no trouble at all.
I met up with Elena and her friends in the cafeteria, We all had history together next. Elena, Bonnie and Meredith had gone to the bathroom for a quick make-up refresh and Matt was talking to some guy. It was just Stefan left at the table with me.
"So what do you think of Fell's Church?" asked Stefan trying to break the akward silence.
"Yeah, I love it, I came here most summer's to visit my Gran anyway, so I know my way around." I replied.
"If you don't mind me asking Sophie, but how did you get those marks on your neck?"
What a strange question to ask, I thought, touching the marks and wincing, they were still tender.
"These?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Um, well I was wondering the same thing. I don't know what they are, I think they are mosquito bites or something." I replied.
He nodded, deep in thought.
"Sophie, did anyone..." he began, but stopped at the return of the girls and the bell for next period.
I followed them to my European History class and sat next to an empty seat beside Meredith. The teacher was a small man named . A boy named Tyler Smallwood sat to the left of me. He was quite handsome, but broad and fleshy. I discovered that Stefan was also very clever, never hesistating at an answer fired at him. Elena had been lucky to meet such a handsome,clever and not to mention wealthy boy.
"What's Stefan's surname?" I whispered to Tyler.
"Salvatore." he replied.
I gasped.
He looked down at me "Why?" he asked.
"Just curious." I whispered back quietly.
Stefan Salvatore and Damon Salvatore. The boy in my room last night had to be related to Stefan, a bit of a coincidence that two boys named Stefan and Damon Salvatore were in Fell's Church at the same time. The bell rang for the last class and we all filed out.
It was a quiet car ride home. "Are you okay, Sophie?" asked Elena turning round to look at me." You're very quiet."
"Uh.. yeah." I said.
Stefan looked at me in the rear view mirror.
"So Stefan, your surname's Salvatore, you're Italian right?" I asked.
"Yeah,I'm from Florence." he replied smiling.
"How do you know, Sophie?" asked Elena.
"I was talking to Tyler Smallwood in class." I said.
Elena and Stefan looked at each other, Elena raised her eyebrows.
"Uh.. Is there something wrong with him?" I asked.
"Um..no." said Elena too quickly, that showed she was lying.
What was wrong with him?
"So do you have any siblings?" I asked Stefan.
"No." he said flatly.
So Damon wasn't his brother, maybe his cousin or they just happened to have the same surname. He looked at me closely, raising an eyebrow.
"Why?" he asked,after several minutes it seemed like he was trying to decide whether to ask or not.
"Just curious." I said as we pulled up to Gran's house.
I saw Stefan briefly glancing at my neck again, and I quickly reached up to touch the marks again, they were still sore. I winced again, and he looked at me with what looked like empathy. They both called bye out the window, of what Matt had informed me was a 911 Turbo Porshe.
"Hi, Gran. I'm home." I shouted as I entered the door.
There was no reply, I ran quietly up the stairs and peeked into her room, she was asleep on the bed, with Maggie curled up beside her. I forgot that she always had a little nap. I quietly creeped down the stairs, stopping every time they creaked, which was nearly on every stair, trying not to wake her up. Whilst downstairs, I didn't have to be so quiet. I took my books out my bag ready to get started on my homework, I found a small ancient looking charm bracelet in the front zip, with a small note attached. :
Dear Sophie,
Here is a small welcoming gift to keep you safe. Please wear at all times.
From,
Unknown.
Who ever 'unknown' was had a good taste in jewellery. I slipped it on, it looked like real silver, with four little lilac charms on it and five silver sphere shaped charms. When the sun shined off the charms, it cast streaks of lilac over the table. It was so pretty and elegant looking. I wonder who it was from? Maybe a secret admirer or something, on my first day!
My stomach suddenly grumbled, I was starving.
"Are you hungry?" asked a menacing, velvet voice from behind me, he was looking at me strangely.
"What do you want!" I said through gritted teeth.
"That's a pretty bracelet." said Damon , his eyes looked even blacker than last night.
"Stop changing the subject and answer me!" I nearly shouted.
"Somebody's a little fiesty." he said under his breath.
"I heard that!" I snapped.
"You were supposed to, darling." he said, smirking.
"Don't call me that." I said.
"Maybe a kiss would make it better." he said leaning in with a cocky smile on his face, looking straight into my eyes.
Who the hell did he think he was? I slapped him hard across the face, as hard as I could. Trying to knock some sense into him.
He looked furious and muttered something under his breath like "vervain" followed by lots of cursing in what sounded like Italian.
"Are you Italian?" I asked.
He looked up, rubbing his cheek which was bright red.
"Sophie sì, altrimenti perché sarei imprecare in Italiano?" he replied.
"Huh?" I asked laughing, he joined in.
" I said yes, why else would I be cursing in Italian?" he said laughing.
"I don't know?" I said laughing as well.
He was so gorgeous, it was such a shame he was so annoying. He looked at my eyes, with a look that surprisingly wasn't menacing, he gave me a charming smile, that looked nearly kind.
"Sophie, has anyone told you that your eyes are beautiful, they are the most rare colour, sort of a dark navy blue, they're almost black." he said grinning.
"Almost like yours then." I said.
He smiled. "Almost, but I prefer yours they are exotic looking, they are..." he said trying to think of the colour.
"Indigo?" I suggested.
"Yes, that's it... Indigo." he said smiling.
He leaned forward slowly, gently caressing my cheek, I closed my eyes, I could feel his breath so close ,he brushed his lips against mine, my heart was racing, his upper lip parted, pressing gently against mine, his lips were smooth and cool, it sent chills down my body, his fingers stroked my hair, I wanted it to last for ever, he gently pushed me back, grinning. I was breathing so fast, I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. What had just happened? Damon seemed to have the same look on his face.
One minute I hated him and now what...I loved him?