Damon Salvatore ran his pale hands through his shaggy dark hair as his feet scuffed against the sidewalk of Kansas City, his mind set on a distraction away from all of his selfish hate towards humanity.
He needed to calm down, before his whole demeanor was shot away by acting in a haste of anger towards the many people passing him.
But of course, he had control of how he looked on the outside: a golden face with a slight smirk plastered on his lips, and his usual leather jacket to kick off his charm.
On the inside, however, he was dieing.
You heard it before, the self loathing and dirty hate towards mistakes.
Only the elder brother somehow felt slightly upbeat than normal.
Having had a large snack just hours beforehand, he felt mellow and relaxed.
Though the anger still lingered, to the point he felt on edge with his actions still.
But something different was happening, something that was going to kick Damon off his feet again: before he can make it back up the first time.
Airena let out a gurgle as her drink spit out of her mouth, her eyes growing wide and her face lighting up bright red in embarrassment.
A loud laugh was replaced by her last sound, as Sam picked himself off of the pavement of the Kansas City sidewalk. Brushing off his behind, as he shook his head and raised up his hands in front of his own red face.
Having Sam try to flirt with a much older woman, and failing miserably because of his clumsy gene, was enough to almost have Airena choking on her soda.
And of course, the nineteen year old brother of hers was just as embarrassed by his actions as she was of hers.
Especially in the middle of a sidewalk, with strangers giving you strange looks.
"We'll not speak of this to dad," Sam began as he pulled up his pants that started to fall down after his trip to the pavement, "I already get enough from him over my last incident with Claire."
Claire Harington was Sam's last girlfriend, who later became Airena's bestfriend over time. And the incident that Sam was referring to, was the time that he first met Claire at a small dinner down in South Carolina.
That was back when Airena was ten, and didn't really enjoy being around to many boys. Because she was still going through her cootie faze.
And that meant Sam too, so it wasn't uncommon for her to venture off without him with her when they would go out and eat.
So he was left alone to try and flirt with another twelve year old that didn't seem to find him all to interesting. And he didn't enjoy that, so he sat himself a few seats away from her own booth, and tried his best to make her notice him.
That was how he ended up with a big bucket of chocolate syrup on his head. Having decided that she must of liked ice cream, due to her bowl of it in front of her, and took it upon himself to pick up the bucket from beside the utility closet.
And ended up dumping the entire thing on his body, when he flipped it on the wrong side.
Oh, the story still tickled Airena's mind when she thought back to her little hands picking at his face with a spoon, and licking the syrup off of it.
"Alright, I wont say a word." She promised after they both shared a small laugh to themselves.
Sam's feet trudged slightly as he continued on walking down the sidewalk with Airena in tow, following the boy slowly so she wouldn't be bumping into him.
A mop of shaggy dark hair catching in the corner of her eye before she attempted to cross a crack in the pavement, making her flip her head in the direction.
Damon?
The face exactly the same, no difference, like it was stuck as a moving statue that could never be molded into something more.
Her hazel eyes growing molecules over their normal size, as her breath latched inside of her throat: making it hard for her to grasp onto the air around her.
It wasn't possible for him to...
Be alive? Or at least look like he hadn't aged a bit. But there he stood, with his adoring smirk molded on his face.
Maybe he had a kid? Who looked exactly like him? A clone?
Her mind raced, as she felt tears building up in her eyes.
This can't be happening.