Chapter 4

-Thea's POV-

After being woken up by Rebekah the next morning, she dragged me to the mall two towns over to go shopping. Normally I did not like shopping, but I had not seen my sister in over a century and she convinced me that because she lived with 4 guys, she never got to go shopping.

Currently, I was sitting on a plush cushion couch inside Maurice's as Rebekah tried on different clothes. We had been in this store for two hours now, and I had finished with my clothes 45 minutes ago. So now, I was tapping my foot to the beat of the pop song being played on the radio. I have come to the conclusion that I really do not like shopping.

"Do you think this works for me?" Bekah asked, coming out of the changing room. When I glanced up, I saw her dressed in a pair of dark washed jeans that had a sewn in design on the back pockets, a dark purple tank top, peep-toe wedges, and a deep green colored bomber jacket. It looked surprisingly good.

"Yeah, can we go now?" Bekah shot me a humor-filled look before nodding.

"I guess I have enough," she sighed dramatically.

"You have enough to clothe a small country," I deadpanned. Bekah went back into her dressing room to change back to her other jeans and white blouse while I gathered up my clothes to pay.

"Your total comes up to $473.81," the bored salesgirl told me, smacking her gum. I could feel her gaze on me, sizing me up and judging me with her mind. She's probably a bitch.

I handed her my credit card without looking up from my phone screen, distracted by what was staring me in the face. Four missed calls and 26 missed text messages, all from my friends, well ex-friends, in California. I deleted the texts without reading them, unable to bring myself to remind me of what was gone.

We spent the 30-minute car ride back in somewhat of a silence. Bekah had the radio on and was listening to Today's Pop Hits while neither of us said a word. You would think that after 150 years, two people would have something to talk about. Let's just get this awkward stage out of the way and go on to the actual conversing. That would be great.

"Are there any clubs around here?" I inquired. It had been a couple days before I got drunk and had a one night stand.

"Yeah, about an hour away. Why?" Bekah told me while turning onto the highway that led into Mystic Falls. I shrugged.

"Just wondering."

Two hours later I was dressed in a backless black mini-dress with dark purple straps crisscrossing where the dress started again. Silver strap heels; a small black clutch; and simple eyeliner, mascara, and dark purple lipstick completed the look.

I left my bedroom, holding my heels in my hand to make less noise, and started making my way to the garage. I was at the top of the stairs when I heard my name get called. Damn it!

"Thea?" I turned around slowly and saw Tyler standing a few feet away, looking confused.

"Hey, Tyler," I replied.

"What are you doing?" he inquired. Tell him the truth or no?

"Just heading out for a bit," I told him. It wasn't necessarily true, but it wasn't a lie either.

"Sneaking out?" Tyler replaced. I gave him a tight smile and nodded.

"I suggest going through the laundry room, not the kitchen," he said before turning and walking back down the hallway. Was he always here? Or just when I'm around?

I took his advice and went through the laundry room instead of the kitchen, which was a good idea considering I had heard voices in the kitchen. When I looked through the sets of keys hanging on the wall, I narrowed it down to a Mercedes-Benz F125 and a Chevy Camaro ZL1. I decided on the Mercedes.

When I made it out of Mystic Falls, I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. I didn't know what my siblings thought about clubbing and having sex with random guys, but I didn't want to risk it.

I finally made it to the club 50 minutes later, speeding most of the way there. After compelling the bouncer to let me in, I went up to the bar, where a handsome dark-haired man was making drinks.

"I'll take a bottle of vodka," I told him as I sat on a bar stool. It always took me a while to get drunk because of vampire healing, but I knew the best way. Vodka and Scotch did it the best.

"We don't sell it by the bottle," the bartender replied. I rolled my eyes.

"Then I will take an entire bottle in the form of shots, or a few glasses," I said impatiently. The bartender looked irritated but did it anyway, and I soon received 4 beer glasses of vodka. I tossed him a $20 and moved over to a high top table.

I gulped down the first two glasses quickly, already feeling the buzz, and then took the third slower. It was then that I started looking around the club. About 100 people, consisting of scantily clad girls and smartly dressed boys, were dancing, or rather grinding, against each other. Techno music blasted from speakers and colored strobe lights gave the whole place an energetic vibe. This was where I felt alive.

I downed the last glass of vodka and felt the haze in my mind, telling me I was as drunk as I was going to get. I grabbed onto the first cute guy I saw and started grinding against him.

He immediately responded and ran his hands up and down my body, groping at my boobs and butt. We danced for about 20 minutes before I felt him trail towards my crotch.

"Hey, baby, why don't get out of here?" I suggested in a soft sultry voice. He nodded excitedly and pulled my hand, leading me out of the club. I followed him to his apartment a few blocks away.

The moment we got to his bedroom, he started unzipping my dress. After we were both naked I pushed him onto the bed. As we pleasured each other I let my fangs slide out and bit into his neck. Mm, he tastes good…

The next morning, only an hour after the 9th round, I left quickly. My drunkness was gone and I was ready to head back to Mystic Falls. Apparently tomorrow I was starting school, according to a text from Bekah, and I had to pick up some stuff before that.

I checked my hair and makeup in the car ride back to town. My eyes were smudged beyond repair so I just wiped all of that off. I dabbed off the lipstick that had escaped my lips, and then put my hair up in a messy bun, the curls of the night before tangled in a mess.

I turned on the radio and Bryan Adam's "Summer of '69" came on and I started to belt it out along with the speakers.

"This summer seemed to last forever, and if I had the choice, yeah I'd always wanna be there. Those were the best days of my life!" I sang badly, bopping my head to the music. This song was good and I never got tired of listening to it, not in all the years it had been out.

I checked the mirror for a second and when I looked back to the road, I let out a shriek and slammed on the brakes. A man was lying in the middle of the road.

I stepped out of the car barefoot and was about to ask if he was okay when I smelled him. Real clever.

"You know, it's not very nice to scare a person like that," I spoke, leaning against the hood of the Mercedes. The man chuckled and used his speed to stand up and walk over to me.

"A new vampire. What are you doing in Mystic Falls?" he asked me. I waited a while before answering, just studying him. He had dark hair that fell into a shaggy haircut almost, bright blue eyes, and a confident cocky smirk.

"Just visiting some people," I vaguely told him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Who's people?"

"No offense to you, but I don't tell my whole life story to people I met in the middle of the road."

"I'm not just people, I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore," he said. Oo, Damon Salvatore. I don't know who you are.

"Well, Mr. Damon Salvatore, I have places to be. Goodbye," I replied, getting into the Mercedes and revving the engine to make the vampire move. He did and I sped off towards my siblings' house.

I walked through the door and made my way up to my room, but was stopped in the living room.

"And where have you been?" a voice asked. Oh shit.

Hey guys, so I know it has been a while since i last updated. I was on vacation from Thursday to Sunday. But I do have a story to tell from it, a scary and funny story. I went out kayaking with my best friend at my cousins' lake house and it was after we went kayaking is where the story begins. I was trying to get out and I thought my sister was holding it in place but she wasn't and I started floating away. I grabbed onto the dock to try and pull myself back onto it, but started floating away more, just bent over the side. There was only one possible way out of that when I got to far out, and I fell. Sideways. I hit my head on the dock. And it hurt. A lot. But I'm okay, just a small cut on my ear and a concussion. I'm not dead, so this story is safe. For now. My Teen Wolf Sweatshirt came today! I love it so much! Anyways, if you read this whole thing, and decide to review, put 'Sterek' in your review so I can give you a huge thank you. Anyway: favorite, follow, review! -L