Hey, Sorry I don't update that much. I have loads of college work to do, and I go to work all weekend aswell. I should be doing my college work more but hey writing this story is more fun that colelge work.

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Chapter 2

Thankfully, nothing else happened that night, well other than having that strange feeling that I was being watched. Something was definitely off between those two boys, but it looks like I need to investigate more before I can find out what it is exactly. There's something off about that Damon person, something that can be either incredibly dangerous or wonderful. This feeling, this strange feeling I seem to only get around him, scares me. Well, it looks like my life is about to get very complicated.

It had been about a week or so since the whole incident with Damon and Stefan, I've not seen either of the two boys, no sorry men, since Damon's arrival here. I'm not too sure if it's just a strange coincident, or if they are purposefully avoiding me. Although, I'm probably just over thinking, my college schedule has gotten pretty damn busy recently, to my annoyance. All I seem to do now is just write and write essay after essay. The majority of my time now is spent either in the library, yes the Salvatore boarding house has its own library, or in my room.

All of a sudden I hear voices coming into the library, right near where I'm sitting. Without really registering what I was doing, I ran and hid quickly. I could now actually hear what was being said and slightly glad I hid myself. I can actually figure out what the hell is going on in this house. "Damon, you need to be more careful with feeding" feeding? I silently mouthed to myself, what is Stefan on about? "The town council is already afraid that certain creatures are back, we don't need them to find anything." Town council? Certain creatures? All I want to do right now is pop out from my little spot and ask what the fuck they were talking about. "Well, brother dear, I can feed where I want and on what I want. I don't need 'Saint Stefan' dictating my every move." Wait. BROTHER, now I finally understood why I could see so many similarities between them. Now they were just starting to argue about things I didn't understand and lost track off too easily so I thought I'd quietly sneak to the bookshelf next to me and pretend to walk back to the table with all my stuff. As soon as I picked the book off the shelf and turned to make my way back to my stuff, it suddenly went silent. Fuck. They must've heard me, but that would've been impossible, I was extra careful about how much noise I made.

Pretending I didn't know anything I started to head back to my mess, and acted shocked I saw the two Salvatore's next to my work, "Oh, hey Stefan, Damon, you ok?" they each looked slightly shocked I was even stood in front of them and kind of looked at each other as if they had just made a massive mistake, Damon was the first to get over this shock, "ahh the elusive Sophie, how long have you been in here then?" all the while looking straight into my eyes with a funny look.

"Urmmm, well I've practically lived in here for the past week. I was just getting a book from over there." Slightly put off by the way he was looking at me. I mean, yeah he's bloody gorgeous and all, but that thing he does with his eyes was really creeping me out. Suddenly I remembered I wasn't the only one 'hiding' "And either way I've not been 'elusive.' Both of you have practically fled the room if im anywhere near 's as if I've done something to offend both of you. I want to know why." Getting slightly angry. Which isn't a good thing, when I start to get angry, I tend to say things I don't really want people, specially these two, know. "if its something bad enough for both of you to actively and openly avoid being in the same bloody room as me. Why don't you just tell me to move out, for god's sake."

All I heard was complete and utter silence. Fuck. I didn't want to say that. So, with that bombshell that had still frozen both of the Salvatore's, I turned and walked out of the library and went back into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water I sighed as I had a sudden thought 'shit, I left everything in there.' All of a sudden I hear a knock on the kitchen doorway. And surprisingly it was Damon. I thought he was going to tell me to pack my things, 'like normal good things don't last' I thought as per usual. "Here, sorry about before. I didn't realise that was how you felt, I guess." He said, not as confident as he normally was, it was less sarcastic and harsh but more soft and dare I say it, caring. "I brought you're stuff for you, you sort of ran out and left it all on the table. I made sure you didn't lose any pages or work." Now, that shocked me even more. From what I've gathered on Damon Salvatore, he doesn't normally care about small things like that. "We don't want you to move out, honest." The smirk that I love to hate appeared for the first time in the whole conversation, which was a first. "You actually make it more bearable living in this house." He mumbled the last part, so much so that I thought I wasn't meant to hear it.

After a moment of silence I finally replied with "Umm, well, I guess its ok now? As long as it stops now. I don't mind if it's for an important reason, I mean I'm barely around to chat to, I'm always doing research and college and that, but I don't like being avoided." I didn't really know why I was justifying myself to him but I carried on. "And thanks by the way, for my work and the books. Not many people would take time to realise about keeping pages in place and things like that." And to be honest I didn't think you would actually care about them, I thought to myself. "So, yeah, thanks again. I can take them back to my room now" I put my glass on the side and go to take my work and books but he holds them out of my reach. After a few minutes of trying to get them off him I gave up and muttered "goddamnit Damon I can take my own books you know"

"Well, what if I want to take them upstairs for you, they are kind of heavy after all." The normal Damon was back, smirk at full blast, but the way he was speaking was still as it was when he was apologising to me. "is that ok? I really don't mind, think of it as me seeking your forgiveness" he bloody went and winked. After staring at him for what felt like five minutes I gave in and nodded my head. I was to bothered by his behaviour to really talk anymore.

I guess that's when he finally started slowly, admittedly ridiculously slow, opening up to me. Well. That's what I tell myself, in reality he was probably just being nice to make sure I don't leave, but then again why would he really want me to stay. Later on that night I was thinking over his conversation with me, "You actually make it more bearable, living in this house" was I meant to hear that? If so why. What did he mean by that, 'more bearable' do he and Stefan not get on well? Or, did something happen when they lived here before? Gah I need to sleep, and with all these thoughts running through my head, I passed out in bed. Not noticing the fact the little crow was outside.