Seconds flew by, and I was already sitting in my third class. Each face with different qualities and imperfections. To my right sat a pasty looking female, with slim picket golden curls, biting on the end of her biro. To my left perched a handsome looking male, with slick back bronze hair, deepening to the front of the class with his emerald green irises.

Its sure easy to be intimidated in here, I thought silently to myself, slipping back into my chair.

The lecture went on for an hour, the sandy coloured hair man cracking jokes here and there. I noticed him peering at a student sitting at the back, a curios hint in his eyes. This alerted me but I didn't take the chance to turn and be sneaky. The bell thrummed through my eardrums, pupil's standing and shuffling with their bags. I slung my purse over my shoulder and stepped out of the room, slamming into a male.

His hair was a murky black, shifting slightly on the front of his moulded skull. My breath stuttered as I stumbled back, being caught on the end of my elbow.

"Watch yourself sweetie" His voice chided, setting my back on my feet. A tone that dangled from a Christmas tree, singing like angles through the thick heap of snow.

I gulped back and shifted away, a small croaky voice sifting from my lips.

"Thank you"

I moved away from his powder blue eyes, gripping my books to my chest as I half ran, half walked to the girl's lavatory.

I was glad no other female was in the room, fear that my skin would break into a sweat and my eyes burst with water tears.

How could this be? My mind racked with different possibilities, crying out for an explanation.

He was… human… His skin bleated with a heated blood and cried with warm flesh. But why did this feeling come over me? I only rarely got this feeling from horrible spirits… bad spirits… dark magic even. A tingle shot through my stomach and pulsated into my chest, heavy breathing.

My skin urged with a fiery tingle, echoing a cry from my chest.

Damon's POV

"Who's the new girl?" I asked with one of my best crooked smiles, closing the door to sit on Alaric Saltzmans desk. The man who I hated yet found a strong bond with, replied with a sharp remark.

"She's just an exchange student… We don't have to worry about taking up files with innocent young women" His voice was smooth with a sharp edge, flicking through a report that sprung onto his wooden table.

My head snapped up to find my brother, Stefan, and his girlfriend and my former love, Miss Elena Gilbert. I set my jaw, anger pressing over me.

"So who's this week's kill?" I asked in a gruff voice, snatching up the file. I felt her eyes on me, her warm chocolate brown eyes that sifted only to my face. I flipped through the three thin slices of paper.

"I hope we're not killing" Stefan mumbled in a soft voice, peering over my shoulder as his other hand was occupied with "Hers".

"No… Just investigating" Alaric pointed to the two names on the lines.

Kenny Baker

Lola Wood

"Lola?" Stefan asked, taking her sheet from my hands.

"Yes" Alaric began. "Her body was drained by the side of the road; we need to get into the police station to find out what DNA and prints are left on the deceased"

I snatched the sheet from my brother's hand, crumbling it and throwing the paper behind my shoulder.

"My bad" I said, referring to Friday nights kill.

Elena blurted out a choke in disbelief, glaring holes through me.

"I thought you didn't kill humans" She asked in incredulity, her voice smooth like silk. I grunted, ignoring her beautiful heart shaped face.

"Times change sweetheart… So do people" I reply without no interest.

"You should know that out of all people" I added, snatching up the second piece of paper. She shifted awkwardly, rubbing my wrists on her jeans as she sat on an abandoned desk table. The sheet was covered in cryptic writing; all being scanned by my duck egg blue eyes.

"He's a witch?" I scoffed, reading over Alaric's eyes.

"Warlock" Stefan Interrupted, nodding simply.

"I can take him" He added with another interruption.

"I've got this little brother" I growled low, tucking the paper in my back pocket.

"We want him alive Damon" Alaric warned, his brows furrowing.

I nodded simply, walking towards the classroom door.

"We'll see" I added before breaking into the cool breeze.