Life in Mystic Falls was normal (or at least as normal as mystic falls can be with vampires, witches, and werewolves roaming around) until she showed up.
"Stefan!" Elena said while running over to him.
"Hey babe!" Stefan said before giving Elena a gentle kiss on the head.
"What are we doing tonight?" Elena asked curiously.
"Um, well I was actually going to go see Katherine. She thinks she knows what Klaus's next move will be." Stefan said excitedly.
"Can't you do that tomorrow?" Elena asked, while whining.
"Well, yeah, but I wanted to go tonight so that we would have more time to plan," said Stefan.
"You do know that she probably doesn't know anything about Klaus's next move and she's just trying to steal you from me?" Elena asked angrily.
"Maybe, but I have to find out," said Stefan.
"Fine! Go see Katherine but I'll be at the Grill at 8:00pm and if you're not there we're finished!" Elena exclaimed before storming away.
"Elena," called Stefan.
It was 8:45pm and Elena sat alone at the Grill, Stefan still hadn't shown up. She sighed deeply then put her head on the table and sobbed.
That's when Damon walked in and sat down beside her "Elena, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing! Just leave me alone!" She said before storming off, sobbing.
Damon walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, feeling sorry for himself. That's when he saw her next to Elena, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
She walked with this certain swagger that drew him in. He couldn't help but stare into her perfect sapphire blue eyes and at her mid-back long, silky black hair. He saw a certain resemblance in her, as she sat next to him, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was.
"Two shots of tequila," She said to the bartender.
She noticed he was staring at her while he downed drink after drink.
"Let me guess, you are drowning your sorrows over a girl? She broke your heart, leaving you empty handed and alone?" She asked Damon with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. You new to town?" Damon asked the mysterious girl.
"Maybe, I don't know. Why?" the girl asked playfully.
"Because, I've lived in this town a long time and definitely would've remembered a girl as hot as you," Damon stated while flirting with his eyes.
The girl blushed, and then she asked, "What's your name?"
"Damon Salvatore," he responded, "You?"
"Izabela," she said.
"Izabela what?" he asked.
"You haven't earned the right to know my last name yet," she said giggling.
They continued to drink and flirt and laugh. After about an hour they were both fairly drunk and started making-out. It was getting pretty hot, when Damon slid his hand down her back and grabbed her ass.
"Oh, no! Just in case you forgot, we just met," Izabela said.
"Aw, come on. That's part of the fun!" Damon begged.
"No thanks, I'm just gonna go home," She said while standing up.
"Wait! You didn't even tell me your last name," Damon called after her.
"It's Petrova. Izabela Petrova," she said right before she walked out the front doors of the grill.
Damon sat there with his mind blown. "Petrova" he thought. He suddenly had a million questions, like could she be related to Katherine?