I woke up to a bright light and voices. Looking around I noticed I was in a strange room. There were drawings stuck to the walls in the midst of the posters of what I recognised as rock bands. The bed was stationed in one corner of the room with a wardrobe in another corner, a desk with a laptop in another and the huge window, complete with window seat, is what was letting in all of the light. It then dawned on me that I was looking at the bed yet I had been sleeping on something. I looked down and realised it looked almost like and oversized dolls bed; but more comfortable. The room had a 'masculine' scent to it and remembering I was in Elena's house and the fact that it was 2 girls and 1 boy who lived here, I guessed it was her brother Jeremy's room. Why was I in here though instead of her room? Only one way to find out. I stood out of bed, extremely easy considering it was so low down to the floor, and walked over to the door. The door had been left open a bit so I didn't have to jump for the door handle and I just pulled it open. I walked down the corridor and slid down the stairs on my bum. You know, sometimes I really hate being the height of a small 7 year old but other times, I love it. At the bottom of the stairs I walked towards the sound of the voices and they lead me to the kitchen. Just as I was walking in I caught the argument going on. Some skinny blonde haired girl was asking Elena what she was going to do and some dark haired boy was saying to turn her over. A smallish girl with wavy reddish brown hair was stood against a worktop silent and another boy with longish dark brown hair was stood next to the dark haired boy. As I walked in they all stopped talking and I guessed they were talking about me. Elena ran over to me and picked me up before placing me on a stool in front of the island counter.

"Good morning sweetheart. How are you feeling? You kind of passed out from crying last night" I gave her a shy smile. I wanted to answer but I was nervous in front of these now people. Normally I wasn't shy but around these people I was. I didn't understand it. I think Elena must have seen me looking at everyone with wary eyes and so she began introductions.

"You remember me and Stefan" she started and I nodded to her "Well this is my friend Caroline from the cheerleading team and this is my friend Bonnie from the journalism club" she said while pointing to the skinny blonde and the small reddish brown haired girls in that order. I gave each of them a small smile before Elena carried on. "The male with the black hair is Damon and he is Stefan's brother and the one with the dark brown hair is my brother Jeremy" she finished. Wow. That was a lot to take in one go but I knew I had got it. We were all just stood there in the kitchen, apart from me who was sat down, with an awkward silence when suddenly Bonnie burst out laughing. Everyone immediately turned to her and still she carried on. She was laughing so much tears were coming out of her eyes and her face was turning red. After about 2 minutes she calmed down but by now we were all smiling and letting out little chuckles.

"So you gonna tell us what's so funny?" asked Damon.

"Nope. You're going to have to find out for yourself" she replied with a smile. Damon let out a mumble but no one could hear him. Elena then turned back to me then.

"So how are you? Are you hungry? Thirsty?" she fussed. I kinda liked being fussed over for the first time in around 100 years so I thought 'what the hell' and decided to play it up again like last night. I put on my sweetest most innocent accent and answered her.

"I'm okay but I a bit thirsty and a lot hungry" I said. The way I said the words though came out sounding like the words thirsty and hungry had w's in them. Bonnie and Caroline let out this little 'awe' noise and came fussing over me. Elena went to make me some food and Bonnie got me a drink of milk. Caroline slipped out of the room with a 'back in a tick' and as I watched her go I saw all 3 of the boys stood near the door looking slightly scared. Suddenly Caroline returned with a blanket which she then wrapped around me.

"Wouldn't want you getting cold, would we?" I shook my head in a no and smiled a thank you at her. After a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes Elena took me upstairs, into her room this time. A double bed took up most of the room with matching beside tables on either side of the bed. The cover on the bed was white with pink flowers and the tables were a light brown. Directly opposite the bottom of the bed against the wall was a white dressing table with a mirror and on the far side from the door next to the table was a door that lead to a walk in wardrobe. She took me over to the bed and picked me up and placed me on the edge.

"Right. Stefan put some of my old clothes in here for you to wear but you are a lot smaller then I was. Well lets see what fits" she walked into the wardrobe and brought out a cardboard box and then another and another. In the end there were 5 boxes on the bed with each containing clothes.

"Wow. You had a lot of clothes" exclaimed Caroline as she walked into the room with Bonnie behind her.

"And if you remember properly I was in a new outfit everyday. Apart from those dungarees, remember those?"

"Oh. I remember those all right. I don't think you went a day without wearing those for most of the 4th year. What happened to them?"

"Oh yeah. The light coloured denim things with the giant pocket. What did happen to them?"

"That is the thing. I woke up one morning and they weren't on the chair, in my room, which is were I left them. I never found them after that" While they had been talking Elena had been unpacking one of the boxes. Bonnie and Caroline moved over to the others and grabbed one each. Soon I was surrounded by mounds of clothing articles. The ones on the bed were the good ones that looked like they could fit me and the ones thrown on the floor were the ones with holes or were too big for me. I had tried to help them but they wouldn't let me. I had to just sit there and watch them and so I began thinking. What am I going to do about blood? I don't need much (which is strange) but I can feel my energy is running low and so I knew I will need some soon. I don't know what it is about these people but something is drawing me to stay with them. Should I tell then the truth? Would they even believe me? I have no idea. Around 2 hours later I had tried on nearly 400 articles of clothing and had come out with 300 of them. Also I was tired and in need of blood more then ever. My eyes kept on focusing on the pulsing vein in Elena's neck and I think I must have been staring a bit too long.

"What's up Damaris?" she asked me. I looked at her questioning but then I realised. My eyes were turning red and the veins on my face were beginning to stand out. I quickly jumped off of the bed and ran out of the door shouting the word 'nothing'. I ran down the stairs and into the living room looking for somewhere to hide.