A/N: This story is basically Stefan in Damon's position, and more importantly, Damon in Stefan's position. So Damon and Elena are in love, and Stefan is on the outside secretly loving Elena too. Also, the three go through all the happenings and battles that they go through in the original version. The story starts in chapter one of the Awakening! Enjoy!
Elena felt different today. It wasn't exactly a good different. She felt as though something terrible would occur today, although she had no idea why. She had just had the best summer of her life in France, and now that she was finally home, she feared a possibly fake existence would make her life horrible.
As she got dressed for the first day of school, Elena tried to push thoughts like these out of her head. She tried to encourage herself; I am the queen of Robert. E. Lee High School; the girl that all the boys want to date, and the girl that all the girls want to be, she told herself.
Elena looked at her perfect features in her dresser mirror. A sleek tall beautiful girl stared back at her. She had long perfectly straight blonde hair and lapis lazuli blue eyes. She wasn't too thin, or too fat and had curves in all the right places. She was perfect in every way.
Except for one thing. Elena Gilbert, the life of the party, the most fun girl to be around was getting duller, ever since her parents had passed away. She could remember that night all too clearly. She felt as though it was yesterday. It was a bright night, it didn't seem like a night anything bad would happen. The crescent moon shone brightly, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, every star was visible. It was quiet outside, and mild. Elena didn't even need a jacket. One minute everyone was driving home safely in the car, all as calm as could be, and the next minute she was witnessing her parents being carried away on stretchers.
"Elena! You're going to be late for your first day!" Her aunt Judith pulled Elena out of her thoughts of the past, and brought her mind to the present. Elena grabbed her backpack, and her new designer purse from Paris, then hurried downstairs.
Elena tried to sneak past her Aunt Judith and get away to school but was unsuccessful.
"Elena? Where are you going? You haven't had breakfast yet!" Aunt Judith questioned.
"I'll grab a doughnut before school." Elena lied.
"But Elena-"
"I'm probably going to go home with Bonnie or Meredith, so don't wait dinner! Bye!"
"Wait-" Elena's Aunt Judith was cut off by Elena slamming the door shut. Elena was now outside, all the earlier feelings returning. She suddenly felt anxious, and frightened and she was barely out the door.
Maple street was deserted. There was nobody as far as she could see. No cars were driving, nobody was walking, or jogging, and there were no kids playing outside. The wind wasn't even blowing. She was alone. And yet she felt like someone was watching her. She looked in all the windows of the tall Victorian houses. Nobody was there. She looked all around her but there was nothing. She continued to walk to school, but the feeling of somebody watching wasn't going away anytime soon, so she took one last look around.
This time she saw there was someone watching her. Or rather something. It was a falcon, sitting high up in a quince tree staring down at her. Not an every day sight, but this one looked even more out of place. It was very unnatural, almost twisted. It's features were too defined, it looked like the edges of the patterns in it's feathers had been traced over and over with markers. The eyes weren't as round as falcon eyes should be, they had quite a human look to them. But the part that made Elena uncomfortable the most, was the way it was looking at her. It looked at her the way boys looked at her when they were admiring her. Elena shuddered at the thought. It looked as if it was undressing her with it's eyes.
Elena sped up now, desperate to get as far away from that falcon as she could. Soon the quince tree and the creepy falcon had disappeared out of Elena's sight.
Damon Salvatore sped to the kitchen in the boarding house at an impossible speed. He refilled his wine glass filled with blood, then sped back to the living room, and plopped himself down on the couch. He had to drink plenty of blood to fulfill his thirst today. He was starting at Robert. E. Lee. High School. And he really didn't want to randomly attack any students.
He had absolutely no idea why he wanted to go to school of all places. As a young man, Damon had hated school. Now, one hundred and fifty-two years later, why did he want to go back? He thought that perhaps he wanted to go to school to be accepted for once in his life. Back as a child, he was never best. He could never seem to be better than his little brother Stefan, in anyone's eyes but his. Even his own father played favourites. It drove him mad, that his father didn't appreciate one thing about Damon. Not what he did, not what he said; the list could go on and on. Damon thought that he enrolled in high school to be accepted, but really he just felt drawn to this particular area; this particular high school for some reason. He couldn't quite put a finger on it.
When Damon finished off his blood, he put on his sunglasses, shoved on his leather jacket, slung his backpack over one shoulder, and jumped into his black Chevy Corvette. With a roar of the engine, he speeded all the way to Robert. E. Lee. High.
