The cold wind sliced my cheeks, flushing them rosey pink against my pale face. I felt unknowing, here. Completely lost in a place i should know so well. Somewhere i was unwelcome, though nobody had pushed me away. Like i was totally unwanted, or worse, invisible. Never the less, just being there gave me a warm sensation, spreading from the pit of my stomach and filling me with memories, both good and bad. I had missed this. I had missed the way home felt. I had missed everything about it. The memory of my mother rushed into my head, forcing itself upon me. Her hand was in mine, we were walking to school, i was laughing. She picked me up and spun me around, sending me into fits of giggles. My brown ringlets swung in the summer breeze as the sun shone brightly down on us...
Stop, Luna. I pushed away my soppy thoughts, straightened my leather jacket and set of at a brisk walk, heels clattering loudly against the wet pavement. The rain hammered down furiously, soaking me to the bone. The droplets drenched my hair, my usual black voluminousness curls damp and only slightly wavy. I cursed my jacket for not having a hood.
I also knew that my makeup, heavy, black mascara and eyeliner would be running down my face, making me look like a broken hearted girl walking home in the rain from her now ex boyfriends house. That or some evil teenager on a rampage to get revenge for something petty.
I sighed and looked up at the sky. The sky, despite it only being 6oclock, was black, layered with dark thick clouds. I didn't care, so long as it wasn't sunny.
I didn't want another episode of 1923 happening. The day i almost died from that fat yellow ball in the sky, bearing down and sizzling my skin. It was not pleasant and i didn't plan on doing it again. Unless i was considering suicide, of course. If you could call it that, as it's not really taking a life. It's a life that's already been taken, that's just still here. Existing. I hadn't resorted to that option quite yet, but it wasn't last on my list.
I knew exactly where i would go first. Within seconds, i sprinted flat out to the Salvatore brothers house. The wind whizzed by my face, slicing my pale cheeks. In all my 130 years, i had not yet experienced anything quite exhilarating as a flat out vampire run. It was like flying, the whole world disappearing around you. Your hair blows back furiously, and you feel free.
I obviously reached my destination within seconds. Big, old, and unchanged. It stuck out like a sore thumb against the wrest of the modern town. The 3 tree's which were somehow still alive, still there. The dark porch in which i stood on many occasions, most likely wearing a corset which was way to tight and uncomfortable. It brought back memories, the porch, the driveway, even the car. Half were pleasant and the other half were nightmares. I hadn't thought about all of this before i made the decision. I smiled. I was here now, and i might as well continue what i came for.
I took a few hesitant steps towards the huge oak door. The doorbell was just how i remembered, and a grin grew on my lips. I reached out quickly and rang it before i changed my mind. It rang like a windchime, they still hadn't installed one of those modern, electrical ones. Damon would probably all for it, if was here with Stefan. I was fully aware of their relationship and how the shots are called. Damon does his best to destroy Stefan's life, and Stefan tries to avoid him. Damon has won countless times, i have heard.
The door opened. The slender, tall, dark figure stood before me, his familiar smirk on his face. Smug. He held a short glass of some kind of alcoholic beverage in his right hand, reminding me that he had always been a heavy drinker, ever since i knew him. He used his free hand to reach out and rest on the door frame, blocking my entrace. He held his glass up in a respectfull way.
"Luna."
I swallowed. "Damon."