NOTHING, BESIDES THE CHARACTES I CRATED AND THE PLOT, BELONGS TO ME.

"Thanks, Aunt Stephanie!" I wave openly at her. She smiles at me, and wave one jewellery-covered hand back. After bidding goodbye, I slowly step down her front porch. This morning has been spent at my Aunt Stephanie's house. Her worrying about me, me reassuring her, and then her giving me a few bucks to start off with.

I start to wonder where I can go at this moment. It's only been 3 days, so I didn't have any chance to make friends. Besides, school starts next week, so I don't have to worry about it.

Deciding to take an afternoon nap at my own house, I swiftly turn to my right and down the path I took to come here. The walk here was very nice. The wind blows strong enough to feel chilled but not so strong that everything will blow against you. The sun shines at a perfect angle, warm but not harming your eyes. And no cars were on the street at 7:00 AM, so it was also quiet.

The walk back now, is the complete opposite of that. The freaking wind seems to be against me. The sun shines so bright I feel like I can get burnt. And at 3:00, rush hour is back and bursting my every eardrum.

There seems to be a gate between my neighbourhood and the streets. As soon as I enter the surroundings of where I live, I swear; birds softly starts to chirp.

To go to my house, I remember that I have to pass 46. A tiny smile creeps on my face. Maybe I don't know him so well, but still, Damon seems like a very, very good friend. I stop in front of his house for a moment. Should I knock? Let him know I'm here?

I observe my surroundings while I think. I don't know why I'm standing in front of his house like a stalker. A part of me tells me that it's wrong to just ask for entrance, while another part of me thinks it's a great idea.

My eye suddenly catches something peeking out of a bush. At first, I ignore it but when I look again, I realize that it wasn't just a casual little tree branch or something. I squint and gasp when I figure out what is. A hand.

A chill runs up and down my body. Can someone dead be here? No, I shake my head. That's stupid. I stare at the hand, hoping that it would move, proving me wrong. When it doesn't, I decide that I need to find out who would take a nap on the side of the road.

The bush peeks out of my way as soon as I step closer. Soon, the full body of the figure enters my vision. And as soon as I saw what is behind the bush, I let out an ear piercing scream.

A dead person lays with her eyes open. Her blonde hair smothers with blood. Two bloody holes on the side of her neck and on her shoulder. Her mouth is opened in a tiny form of shock. Her body is floating in a pool of blood.

A gush of wind suddenly flows by and I hear a voice beside me. "What, what happened?"

My heart stops for a second. I jump backwards. "Damon!" I say, when I see the person next to me. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Well, you screamed. I just came to check what happened."

I notice his hand is wrapped around what seems like a cup of alcohol. "With refreshments?"

"There's always room for a drink."

My eyes dart back to the body in front of me again. And back to Damon. "We have to do something about her."

His gaze follows mine and towards the human lying dead in front of us. "You're right. I'll grab the shovel. You go find a good place to bury her."

"Damon!" I cry. How can he joke about a dead body? "This is serious."

"And I'm a serious kind of guy," he says, tilting his head to the left. "As long as we don't have a dead body on our hands."

"We have to turn her in." I suggest, looking at him deadly in the eye. If he's going to joke around about this, he can, but someone has to fix it.

"Not such a good idea."

"Why? She's dead Damon! We need to do something!"

"I got it," he says suddenly, his eyes brightening up. "We'll tie her up on a ship and then –"

I thump him on the arm. "Enough. If you aren't going to be serious about this, then I'll have to deal with it myself."

I study the body in front of me. How am I actually supposed to deal with this myself? Beside me, I hear a sigh from Damon. "Fine. You get inside. I'll take care of this."

"Really? How?"

He shrugs. "I'll figure something out. You get inside."

I nod and frantically run back inside his house. I stop slightly at the entrance, glancing back at him for a second. He circles around the body, one arm on his chin, the other by his side. Does he really want me inside his house? I take a deep breath. Yes. If he invited me in, I'm going to guess that he actually wants me in.

Holding my breath, I rush into the house. Half of it because I'm scared of what he's going to do with the body, half because I'm anxious to be going inside Damon's house. The first thing I notice when I step into his house is the wooden floorings. Clean, almost like he had just mopped them. His walls are decorated with a bunch of pictures, most of him. Some of his brother. And others of people that I don't know of.

Inside even more, is an organized set of couches, a coffee table, and surprisingly, no TV. From what I can see, a kitchen lies next to it, and from the tallest island, sits what looks like a bunch of glasses and alcohol. A few lay on the coffee table in front of him. The one in the unfinished cup has a certain redness gooey look to it.

I smile. Damon sure knows how to live. Speaking of Damon, I thought with my eyebrows scrunched, I wonder how he's doing.

I contemplated going outside to see what he's doing. A part of me encouraged that. A part of me went against it. Damon did push me inside because he didn't want me seeing whatever it was he was doing. It was probably really gross.

But still, a part of me is curious. I sigh. It's not like he's going to find out. If he really is going to take care of it, it would take a while anyways. Let me just see if he's gone yet.

I turn my body towards the door again reluctantly. I start walking. I hate it when I break promises. But, I technically never made a promise to Damon…

Before I can even make it halfway, my body slams into something. I snap out of whatever I was thinking off as my head ricocheted off the item. "Where were you going?"

My head snaps up at the voice, staring straight into Damon's eyes. I gulp slightly. Oops. Busted. "Going to check on you," I try to reply as casually as I can.

"Oh," he clicks his tongue and tilts his head casually to the side for a second. "That's funny. Because I distinctly remember asking you to come inside."

I scowl at him. I'm worrying about him and he's being so negative towards me? He shrugs, which costs a tiny bit of his t-shirt to jump out at me. Especially a tiny bit with a stain I didn't notice was there before. "Uh, Damon?" I ask, pointing on my shot where the red stain is on his. "You got a little something…"

Damon looks down at it, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Well, what do you know?" He wipes it on his thumb and licks the stain off. "It's nothing. I grabbed a little bite on my way back here. The blood was making me drowsy."

"You grabbed a bite in less than 5 minutes?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Did you take her to your backyard?"

"I thought she needed a swim." He shrugs.

My eyes widen at his innuendo. He didn't mean? "Relax, relax. I didn't really throw her into the pool. I'm a much more respectful person to do that."

"You…"

"Are extremely dashing. Thank you, Avery. Would you like to sit?"

HAHA, yeah, I know this is EXTREMELY short, however, I will be uploading the next one faster. :D

if Damon is a bit ooc, please tell me, and i'll fix it!

Oooh, vampire secret spilled, kinda.

The next one, I'll have a much BIGGER one, but she still doesn't find out yet! I wnat something vampire-ey to happen before she does.

this has not been proof read, so excuse me for some mistakes.