Not So Original
Chapter 2
A/N: Hey guys. So, this is my first (official) authors note! ((Woohoo)). I guess I'll get to explaining. Okay, so I forgot to put one in the last chapter, my mistake; I just fixed that. To get started, the story is going to follow the same general plot of the show when it comes to events in the plotline and meeting characters. The OC will be involved with MOST of the events, though, a few she will be straying away from and doing her own thing. I'm not going to give a huge description of Nala until a certain event comes, which should be in later chapters. I will tell you now that she is the OLDEST vampire in the world, she was born in Egypt (no duh), and she is a slightly serious, sarcastic character. Right now, I'm going to gradually introduce Nala to the main characters and such from Vampire Diaries. Once that is done, I should be able to move the story along quicker. Please, let me know if you want longer or shorter chapters. I'm willing to do either!
Around 5:00AM the next day, Nala was awake and immersed in her work, pouring over ancient scrolls and writings. Nothing, however, seemed to contain any hints of a spell to find her father. Heaving a large stack of paper on top of her desk, Nala decided to quit searching for the day. The last couple of weeks, Nala had gotten no sleep. She had been dedicating hours of her time to look through old grimoires, digging through the vast amount of trunks containing all of her things from Ancient Egypt, and travelling back and forth to Mystic Falls Library.
Leaving her grand study, Nala got to her stairs and stopped to admire her home once again. Her house was a spectacular building, with enormous crystal chandeliers hanging from the 20 foot ceilings, bright white Romanesque pillars lining the front door, and lavish wine-colored drapes outlining tall windows. She had more rooms than she could count, most of them filled with things from her travels. Some were guest rooms, all decorated with her personal collections of items from different time periods. A massive marble staircase lead up to a large balcony-type second floor, complete with mahogany banisters. Off the balcony was a wide hallway, with deep gold walls that had dozens of pieces of artwork from all eras. Busts of Egyptian gods were placed on either side of the large glass doors at the end of the hall, which led to a smaller outdoor balcony.
Nala trudged into her room. This room was her sanctuary. When she first moved into the large house, Nala had picked the room as her bedroom for its uniqueness. Instead of drywall and plaster walls, bricks lined the room from floor to ceiling. A skylight was installed, allowing it to be coated in light. From there Nala made the room feel like home. Her true home. Hiring a professional painter, she compelled him to stay night and day painting the bricks to look like the limestone blocks of the pyramids. Some of her trunks contained old vases and tablets, which she placed ornamentally around the room. After coming across an antique shop, she had found a high-backed oak chair. Nala decorated it with some of her family's prized silks and carved hieroglyphs along the side. On a long shelf, she placed small figurines of her gods and 2 tiny statues, one of her mother, and the other of her father as pharaoh. She creatively put tapestries over a secret doorway she discovered after knocking a few bricks loose. The secret door led to a room which contained all of her family's history dating back to the predynastic era of Egypt.
Feeling like taking a day off from all her work, Nala resolved to make the day fun, filled with shopping and taking tours of Mystic Falls and its surrounding. She would've done so the day she arrived but she had been too set in finding the next clue that she had gone straight to finding somewhere to live. Nala stripped off her baggy gray sweatshirt and black yoga pants in exchange for a comfy plush robe she bought on her travels through Europe. After taking a quick shower, Nala went to pick out an outfit from her expansive walk-in closet. Rows upon rows of designer clothes lined one side of the room. Set into the other wall was a huge shoe storage space containing expensive brands of heels, boots, flats and sandals. She didn't own any sneakers, believing that anything done in sneakers could be done better in heels. Choosing to go slightly casual, Nala picked her Naheem Khan Honeycomb Beaded Peplum Top, paired with a pair of SAINT LAUREN jeans and nude pumps. Taking her long, chocolate hair, she twisted it into a side braid that reached a little past her waist. Not wanting to look overdone, Nala did neutral make-up, outlining her unique golden eyes with black mascara and lightly coating her lips in a pale pink matte M.A.C. lipstick. After admiring her outfit, Nala went back down the stairs and locked the door. For once, Nala felt relieved to have a day where she wasn't loaded down by the pressure of her work, and she found that she was refreshed enough to take her car out for a spin. Feeling a bit devious, she opted to show off her purple Lamborghini Murciélago, something she compelled off of a rich man when she had been living in Barcelona.
Nala was surprisingly pleased with Mystic Falls. The quaint town was the perfect hideout for a Vampire. She had spent the whole day sight-seeing and shopping; the seats of her car were packed with bags filled with new clothes. Earlier, she even got her nails done. The pleasant day out had been relaxing. It was nearing dusk when Nala stumbled upon Mystic Grill. What an original name, Nala thought sarcastically. Hopping out of her car, she noticed the stares that were directed towards her. Obviously, many people weren't used seeing such things as her Lamborghini, a fact which was proven when a few men had stopped her from walking into the Grill because they had questions about the car. The Grill was a comfortable place, though it was filled with silence as Nala walked in. Even in her casual clothes, she still overdressed for the atmosphere of the grill. Nala didn't care, however. She enjoyed the attention. Smirking, Nala walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey. A few moments later, she felt the seat next to her sink in a bit. Turning slightly, she observed the person next to her. With black shaggy hair, a condescending smirk and dressed in a black leather jacket, the man next to her screamed bad-boy. Focusing her hearing on his heartbeat, she found that he didn't have one. Vampire, eh? Maybe he knows information. He looked her up and down. "Hello there, doll. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Rolling her eyes, Nala decided he already wasn't worth her time. "Enjoying her space. That was, of course, until you came and entered it. I'm not interested, now shove off." Turning back to the bar, Nala received her drink and downed it in a few gulps. "Ah, feisty aren't we." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You're new in town, I haven't seen you around here before," he told her. "I am. Is there a problem with that?" He shrugged obnoxiously. "No, but anyone who comes in this town usually has an ulterior motive. No one just comes here to live." Smiling innocently, she played dumb. "Well, I'm here because I heard of the town's rich history. A friend of mine is a historian for small towns and he heard of Mystic Fall's rich background. I just volunteered to come check it out for him." Nala inwardly chuckled; the story was obviously fake, and she could tell the Vampire could see right through it. She wasn't concerned. As the oldest vampire in the history of the world, Nala knew the man next to her stood no match to her strength if he decided to attack her.
Damon POV:
Damon was frustrated. Klaus was causing too many problems. Stefan had offered himself up for sacrifice to Klaus, which he had told Elena. He came to the Grill to grab a drink, hoping it would make him forget for a bit. A ring of the bell on the Grill door stopped his train of thought. A dainty woman walked in, basking in the silence her presence created. Dressed in high fashion clothes, it was easy to tell that she wasn't from Mystic Falls. From his seat by the bar, Damon checked her out. She was very attractive, with lightly tanned skin, long silky hair plaited down to her waist, and unusually colored eyes. Dark eyelashes framed her golden orbs and her rosy lips were curved in a smile. Her small figure was dressed in clothes that accentuated her curves. She walked over to the bar and he heard her order a drink, oblivious to the bartender's glances at her cleavage. Suspicious, Damon strode over to the seat next to her, leaving his drink behind. He shot the bartender an icy glare, which stopped the man's advances, and sat down. Throwing on his signature smirk, he turned to the girl. "Hello there, doll. What's girl like you doing in a place like this?" The woman stiffened a bit before looking at him and rolling her eyes. "Enjoying her space. That was, of course, until you came and entered it. I'm not interested, now shove off." Unperturbed by her attitude, Damon pushed for a conversation. "Ah, feisty aren't we," She quirked an eyebrow at him. "You're new in town, I haven't seen you around here before," he continued. Almost as though she could tell he was suspicious of her, she plastered on a sweet smile and fed him a fake story. Damon wasn't fazed and a flash of annoyance ran through him. The woman in front of him was lazily smiling at him, aware that she lied to his face. She doesn't know what I am, he thought with a laugh. Staring into her eyes, he began to compel her. "I know that you lied to me. Tell me the truth of why you are here." Shock was all he could feel as she began to giggle. Damon frowned. Why didn't his compulsion work? He grabbed her wrist and, feeling no pulse, groaned inwardly. Another vampire. The woman abruptly stopped laughing. Giving him a cold glare, she ripped her wrist away and stood up. "I don't appreciate you putting your hands on me, Mr…" "Salvatore," he said hotly. "Damon Salvatore." Recognition dawned in her eyes. "Damon Salvatore, of the Founding Families of Mystic Falls?" she asked. "The one and only", Damon replied smugly. Her act of interest vanished as quickly as it had come. Glaring at him once again, Damon watched with amusement as she attempted to berate him. "Well, Damon Salvatore, I hope that during my stay here, I don't run into you again. Oh, and some advice to you, overconfidence and a leather jacket don't make you irresistible, just a cocky ass." With that, the woman got up and stalked out of the Grill. He gave her a few moments to get away before following her out.
Looking down the street, Damon watched the woman. Using his vampire speed, Damon easily caught up with her. Dragging her behind the nearest building, he held her to the dull brick wall by her throat, squeezing slowly. "Tell me why you're here, now, or I will rip your heart out", he growled threateningly. Damon stared the woman down. She wasn't struggling. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying his death grip on her. What is wrong with this girl? Suddenly, without warning, she grabbed his throat, despite his strong hold on her, and began to squeeze. Damon felt his throat begin to collapse and he started to choke. Meeting her stare, he only saw cold satisfaction. Releasing her, Damon clawed at her hands, trying to pry them off. "I told you, Damon Salvatore, I don't appreciate your hands on me. I hope you've learned your lesson. With a flick of her wrist the woman threw him into the opposite wall. The next thing Damon felt was hands gripping his head, and before everything went black he saw her wicked smile.
A few minutes later Damon sat up, gasping for air and massaged his neck. We're in for it now, he thought grimly.
A/N: (second one woopwoop XD). So, Nala met Damon, lol. Damon was introduced first because he plays a key role in introducing Nala to the other characters. This scene with him is a little before Damon goes off secretly after Stefan. Leave a review! Any reviews (constructive criticism included) are helpful. I will be taking suggestions and such, considering this is my first fanfic… ever!