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Chapter 2

A couple weeks into school, I was hanging out with Stefan at his mansion as we did our homework and laughed when the door flew open.

Stefan jumped up as a figure passed the threshold.

"Hello brother, who's the girl?" The stranger was tall, handsome, dark and mysterious. He was also incredibly sexy.

"Damon" Stefan said turning stone like.

"Stefan, you didn't tell me you had a brother" I said accusingly.

"Who are you?" Damon asked, his voice held traces of amusement. "Judging on Stefan's reaction, you are someone special. "

"We're just friends" I said rolling my eyes. Damon just shrugged.

"Well anyways, I'm Damon, Stefan's brother"

"Elena, Stefan's friend" I shared a small, slightly awkward smile with him.

"It is lovely to meet you, Elena" Damon said kissing my hand. Watching Stefan's face as he did so.

"You should stay for dinner" Damon said smirking. His smirk caught me off gaurd, god was it possible for some hot stranger to have this effect on me?

"Elena, I think it's time for you to leave." Stefan's voice was strained. Sensing the tension, I decided that was a good idea.

"Um, alright, I'm just gonna go" I hurried out the door, glad to be away from the tension. I'd ask Stefan about him later.

Over the next few weeks I kinda got to know Damon, he was quite the duche, but could also be sweet and funny at times. He had this air of darkness and danger that sort of drew me in. And agenst my better judgement I grew to like him.

Stefan hated him, and hated me spending time with him, but Damon was either oblivious or he just didn't care. Damon somehow seemed to be stronger than Stefan, and it was almost like he could get his way.

Stefan and I were sitting in the living room, when Damon entered, in all his immortal like grace.

"Stefan! I need to talk to you. Alone." He motioned his thumb behind him.

"Whatever it is Elena can hear it too" Stefan replied clearly annoyed.

"Brother. Get your butt in here now!" Damon demanded, his tone a bit freaky. Begrudgingly, Stefan pushed himself up and off the couch, trailing Damon out of the room. A couple of moments later Stefan came back, Damon nowhere in sight.

"I'm sorry Elena, we have to go out of town for the weekend. We should be back my Monday at the latest." His voice was hard, and worried. Damon reappeared, holding duffle bags of who know what. Grabbing their coats they hurried out the door, but not before Damon could wink goodbye.

I sat there confused, and slightly worried before realizing that I had the whole mansion to myself. I decided to snoop. I headed up the stairs, I pushed open the nearest door. The door gave way, reviling an old fashioned style room, looking around I immediately knew it was Stefan's. There was a bed, dresser, the whole bedroom outfit. The walls were lined with shelves, all filled with books and journals. In the middle of the room sat a desk. Piled high with journals, books, maps, and all sorts of random things. Not wanting to be too intrusive, I didn't open any of them, instead I moved to inspect the rest of the desk. I barley touched anything, worried that he'd somehow know I'd been in there. I was just about to head on to the next room when I came across a picture of me, except it wasn't me. The girl was dressed in old fashion attire, her hair hung in perfectly curled ringlets, her innocent looking eyes, my eyes, were the same shade of gray blue. I moved to pick up the photograph, thinking it could have just been a trick of the light. No. I was right. She had the same slightly puckered lips, petite nose, and dark brown hair. There was no way to mistake it, she and I shared the same face. Turning it's over I found a date, 1864, and below that a name.

"What the hell? Who's Kathrine?!" Startled I dropped the photo back onto his desk and hurried from the room, closing the door quickly behind me.

I wandered down the hall trying doors. Most of them where locked. A couple doors down from Stefan's room, the door finally opened. I stepped into the room admiring the modern feel, the girl in the photograph momentarily slipping my mind. A giant four poster wood bed stood against the wall, taking up quite a bit of room. The two nightstands were made of polished wood, looking very expensive and antique, one held a clock and the other a single book. I assumed this was Damon's room. A nice bathroom, and connected walk in closet held all the essentials a person could need, plus much more. I returned to his room, dragging my hand against the top of the near by dresser as I headed for the window. I slid it open, enjoying the soft breeze that drifted in, lifting my hair in a gentle dance. I stared out the window, it overlooked the woods and property. It was gorgeous in the setting sun. I just lay against the sill, lost in thought until I was startled by a voice.

"Snooping around are we?" I turned around to find Damon leaning casually against his door frame. I tried to come up with some excuse, but was just drawn a blank. He strode into the room, lounging back on the bed. I must have been right about this being his room.