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Season 1, Episode 1

Pilot

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It had been a long time since I had been to the Salvatore boarding house, 15 years to be exact, and even longer since I had seen my nest. I know I shouldn't have skipped nesting for all those years but I couldn't bear to spend time apart from Stefan and Damon. This year I would have to though, there was a reason I was going to make use of my nest.

I was on the roof with Stefan, Damon had gone to get a bite to eat. He would bring me back some food too, as he knew that I was way too grumpy when I was hungry. I was laying in his lap, one hand stroking through my hair while the other was rubbing my stomach, a three month old baby bump showing. It was still too small to be showing through my clothing, but soon I would have to go through extra measures to hide it. Dragon pregnancies were only around 6 months, so we had decided my cover story would be that the baby was further into my stomach. I would only ever look like I was in my fifth month of pregnancy before I would lay my egg.

I looked up and out towards the forest past the backyard. I could see Damon off in the distance, in his hand was a water bottle and brown bag, the bottom stained red with blood. "He's got the food," Stefan said, lowering his head to rest on mine. The boys had both been overprotective ever since they found out they had impregnated me. We hadn't been trying for a child but it just happened, the amount of blood sharing that occurred that night made it impossible to tell which of the two had gotten me pregnant. We were glad though, this baby would be the ultimate child, with dragon and vampire genes our kid would surely be stronger than anything, and we would raise them to be equally as awesome.

A brief breeze came by as Damon jumped on the roof, carrying a smirk on his face. "How are our princesses doing?" He questioned in a broad tone, leaning down to press a kiss to my belly before pressing one to my forehead. He held out the bag to me, allowing it's smell to drift over. I grabbed it, opening the top to take a deep breath of the scent. It wasn't what I usually ate, the life inside of me was suddenly repulsed by my favorite type of this snack. "The little one is all good, I however, am very hungry." I replied pulling one of the hearts out of the bag.

"What kind of hearts are these?" I questioned as I examined it, I wanted to be sure he got the right kind. He had a bit of a quirk with bringing the right thing, often wanting to get a different option. "Well," he said, handing a water bottle full of animal blood to Stefan.

"It's a mixture of squirrel and human." I nodded and gripped his hand with my own. I pulled him down, giving his lips a peck to show my appreciation before taking a lick of the human heart. I put it back in the bag, trying not to tempt myself. The human hearts would go toward a smoothie for school tomorrow, and the squirrel would be for dinner, the sky becoming darker by the second.

"We should go inside," Stefan said, a few drops of blood still on his lips. I sat up, gently gripping the back of his head. I used it to guide his head closer, licking the blood off his lips. I was impartial to blood, it wasn't as good as hearts but I knew that my nature meant nothing tasted as good as hearts. Damon nodded, opening the window Stefan and I came through earlier so that it was opened wider, "Ladies first," he said, gesturing to the window. I stood up from my seat, walking over to the window. "Thank you," I smiled, leaning down and beginning to crawl into the attic. Stefan came in after me, allowing Damon to be last.

We began to walk down the stairs, linking my hands with Stefan and Damon. As the hallway became known to our eyes, Stefan suddenly stopped, picking me up with precise speed. He carried me bridal style, my head resting right over his heart beating in his chest. My hand still laced with Damon's, we headed into the room we would be occupying. Stefan dropped me on the bed, pulling his shirt off and beginning to change. Damon copied, allowing me to stare at their naked bodies. I had seen them hundreds of times, but the sight would never get old.

As they pulled off my shirt I sighed. This had been the routine ever since we had gotten together. They would change before changing me, and then we would cuddle until we fell asleep. Our routine was the only constant thing in our lives, everyday was different and would continue to be different now that me and Stefan were going to school. The reason we came back was because of some girl named Elena Gilbert, she looked exactly like Katherine Pierce did in 1864. We decided to stay in the town even after we figured out what and who she was, we all wanted to try building connections with others after spending years by ourselves.

We cuddled onto the bed, Damon spooning me as Stefan hugged my front, it was comfortable to be in their arms. The knowledge of them knowing they were mine solidifying my comfort by a tenfold. There was also a certain amount of comfort in knowing that Stefan would be by my side during our new adventure in this town, and even more with Damon by our sides as well. I could only hope it would remain this way for the rest of time.

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Stefan and I were inside my car, just a few minutes away from our new school. It was a Honda Civic colored red, and way more fashionable than all of the rundown Jeep's I had seen parked next to the sidewalks. Stopping at the red light of an intersection, I turned to Stefan. "Should we go over our cover one more time?" I questioned, wanting to be sure there were no holes in our stories. He nodded, rubbing small circles into my thigh. "I'm Stefan Salvatore, and I just moved with my big brother and girlfriend to live with my uncle Zach. My girlfriend is pregnant and we're going to keep the baby. I like football and cars but also have a love for history." He recited, his head moving side to side as he finished each sentence.

"Look," he said, turning his head to face me. "We're not going to forget okay. And even if we did, we can easily cover things up." He moved his hand from my thigh, bringing it up to massage my temple. "Now, we are going to worry about normal human things. Like whether we're going to make friends, or if a teacher dislikes us for no reason." I smiled, beginning to turn into the school parking lot.

"Thanks babe." I sighed, flipping off a guy who almost ran into me. I parked the car, trying to get out of it as fast as possible without looking strange. I was a dragon, any space bigger than a car was okay, anything other than that made me feel super claustrophobic. Stefan took his time, trying out the whole "New kid is super hot as he gets out his car," cliché. I looked around at the other kids, some staring at the two new students they were getting. The kids looked like any other kids I had seen, my nerves melting away with each glance at the other high schoolers. I straighten my back, my stance becoming more bold as I willed confidence into my being.

Stefan slung his arm over my shoulders, starting to walk as people began to whisper. "I'd so tap that hot ass," my ears picked up as some guy talked to his friend. His arm tightened on my shoulders, bringing me closer as to not maul the men making inappropriate comments at me. We continued to walk through the doors, making our way to the front office. There sat a woman, browsing through documents as she talked with a parent on the phone.

We waited until she hung up, her eyes rolling as she did. I had only caught the end of the conversation, but it seemed like she was repeating the same thing over and over again. "We're here to get our schedules and locker number please." I said, being as polite as I could. I wasn't someone who was mean without reason, and I wasn't going to start being one now. The secretary —Mrs. Hughes was her name as per the name tag on her desk— nodded, typing to pull up student records. "Your names?" She asked, looking between the two of us to see who would answer first. "Stefan Salvatore," Stefan said, eager to get into the flow of a regular teenager.

"Hold up. Who is he?" I hear the voice coming from the lockers outside the office. "All I see is back." Came the response, the voice was easily recognizable as Elena Gilbert, for she sounded like Katherine without the flirtatious drawl in every sentence she spoke. "It's a hot back." The first girl said, I could imagine she was observing Stefan and ignoring me in favor of having a world where Stefan was single.

"All right, it looks like you're all set Mr. Salvatore. Your locker is number 316, which is right next to the chemistry lab. Now can I get your name miss?" Mrs. Hughes said, giving me a slight smile. "Feiyan Lin," I replied, leaning into Stefan's side. She began to type again, pausing as the words processed in her head. "Can you spell that for me please?" She was being polite, keeping her tone as light and kind as possible. "F-e-i-y-a-n L-i-n," I spelled, my hearing tuning into the conversation the two girls were having.

"I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar." The same voice said, she was probably thinking about Stefan playing sweet soft melodies in his bedroom. "You're really going to run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh? What about the girl? What does she do?" Elena questioned. "What girl?" Was the response that came, the girl's tone laced with confusion. "The girl right next to him, Bonnie." Elena almost exclaimed. "Oh, she's probably one of those weird loners who eat lunch by themselves." It was obvious that Bonnie was projecting her hopes onto my blank slate in her mind to fit the fantasies she was making in her head.

Stefan tapped my hand gently, tuning me into what Mrs. Hughes was saying. "Your locker is number 320, which is near the bathrooms across from the chemistry lab. Now, you two have a great day." She smiled, waiting for us to walk away. "Please be hot." I heard Bonnie whisper a mantra, I could practically feel her gaze on Stefan's back. We turned around and Bonnie's eyes sparkled as she looked over at Stefan. Her mood quickly dropped when she looked at me, I clearly was a better version of myself than the one she had made up in her head. I blew her a kiss, giving a subtle wink as we walked right past her.

We turned down the corner, trying to find our lockers. We didn't have to look too far, the chemistry lab being not far from the office. The bathrooms were right as the secretary said, we stepped towards them, hoping that finding our lockers would be as easy. All of a sudden, a small brunet came tumbling out of the bathroom, the room was clearly marked for boys. She bumped into me, the suddenness causing me to quickly plant my feet into the ground so I wouldn't fall. Stefan quickly placed a hand on my back, subtly making sure that the two of us were okay. If I leaned into his hand it was a no, the opposite meaning yes.

I didn't lean into his hand. Sure she had caught me off guard, but she was too small to do any damage at the speed she was going. She would probably have to have been running before she even made a dent in my reinforced skin. Stefan spoke up first, trying to ease his way into a conversation that wouldn't end up with me doing something unsavory. "Uh, pardon me. Um...isn't this the men's room?" Okay, maybe he was just going to make the conversation even worse than it already could have been. "Yes. Um, I was just, Um—I was just—It's a long story..." Elena fumbled, making gestures with her hands awkwardly.

She made a move to pass, trying to walk directly to where Stefan was standing. I couldn't help but think about how she was cute, like a squirrel trying to scale a wall. Stefan moved to the side and used his hand to gently guide me with him, making way for Elena to pass. "Thank you." She uttered, using the space to walk further into the school. "She didn't even apologize," I stated, the both of us turning towards the hallway. We still had to find our lockers and try to navigate to our first class. "Didn't even check to see if I was okay." I rolled my eyes, glancing over the locker numbers to see which would be ours. Stefan rubbed my back, looking to see if any of our classes were nearby.

"There's history," He said, pointing out the class. My eyes locked on two lockers, numbers 316 and 320. "And our lockers," I went over to mine, using the combination on the paper Mrs. Hughes gave us to open it. The inside was just bigger than the small cupboard over the fridge in the house. I nodded, closing my locker before joining Stefan on trekking to class.

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It was after school now, and the first day had gone well. I did have to keep Stefan from eating a guy who said he would chain me in my bed for days and just take me however he wants, and Stefan had to fend off flirting girls, but it was a good day. I would've let him eat the boy, but there would be too many people to compel in a little amount of time. The boy would truly make a good snack, I might let Damon have the honor of retrieving his heart and bringing it to me. It was customary that while a dragon was pregnant that their mates would do all the hard lifting and pamper the lady until she laid her egg. I pulled the smoothie out of my bag, taking a sip of the refreshing liquid.

We were in the cemetery, the layout covered by fog. This had to be Damon's doing, as there had been no fog anywhere else in the small town. We were here to visit Stefan's aunt, Dollene Salvatore. She was the most progressive of the lot. Rather than shame vampires for how they survive she encouraged Stefan to learn how to control his bloodlust with the help of Lexi. She was my favorite out of the lot as well, teaching me her family recipes and acting as a mom to me.

A scream resonated in the distance, a small figure running towards us. When it got closer I could see the features of Elena Gilbert, her hair flying in her face as she tripped due to her lack of eyesight. She stood up, her eyes meeting with Stefan as she pushed her hair away from her face. "Are you okay?" I asked, more out of politeness than actual genuine concern. "Were you following me?" She accuses, her eyebrows furrowing causing her to look more like a puppy than upset.

"No, I-a, I saw you fall right in front of us." Stefan stumbled over his words a little. Why was that the first thing she concluded? I asked, his eyes slightly widening as he received my message. Before he could reply, Elena starts to speak again. "Uh-huh, and you just happened to be hanging out in a cemetery." Her voice was full of conviction, as if she never considered any other possibilities. "We're visiting. I have family here." Stefan's tone was saddened by the mention of Dollene. I rested my hand on his back, rubbing small soothing circles into his back through the fabric of his shirt.

Elena seemed to have realized how insensitive her comment might have been, as she quickly began to apologize. "Oh. Wow. Tactless. I'm sorry. It's the fog, It's making me foggy. And then back there, there was this - this bird, and it was all very Hitchcock for a second. That is the bird movie, right, the Hitchcock?...I'm Elena." She sounded slightly embarrassed, her rambling leading her to introduce her name. "I'm Stefan, and this is Feiyan." He introduced me as well, leaning his head on top of mine for a second.

"I know. We have History together." She said, her tone having a tiny flirty drawl that I could recognize from hearing Katherine speak for so long. Her words could have been for the both of us, but it was easy to tell that she was speaking to Stefan exclusively. "And English and French." I chimed in, not wanting her to get some idea in her head about Stefan the way her friend Bonnie had. I leaned over, gently pulling a leaf out of her hair. Her eyes caught to the ring I wore, it was similar to the daylight rings Stefan and Damon wore but less gaudy. There was a F in the middle of a square of lapis, a rose on each side leading a silver band through the sides. It was much more modern than the original ones I'd have had in the past, spelled for protection against Dragonfire, along with a tattoo on my side.

"Thanks...Nice ring." She complimented, her eyes latching onto Stefan's ring as well. I smiled, she had finally acknowledged me outside of something Stefan said. "Oh. it's Stefan's family ring, they had one made for me when I started living with them." Her expression changed to one of surprise, she obviously didn't expect to learn we were living together. "Um, that must've been really nice of them." She smiled, although it was tight and looked forced. A silence washed over us, an awkwardness coating the atmosphere. Stefan broke first, "Did you hurt yourself?" He asked, Elena humming out of confusion. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?" I asked this time, Elena leaning over to check her legs.

She pulled her pants leg up, a cut leaking blood being revealed the further she pulled. "Oh! Would you look at that? That is not pretty." How did she not notice, I wondered, pushing the thought towards Stefan. Maybe the pain wasn't obvious, he replied, crossing his arms. "You should go take care of that." I said before taking a sip of the heart and strawberry banana smoothie. It was my go too for heart smoothies, red enough that people wouldn't think too much of it and still tastes good without masking the bloody taste completely.

"Really, it's nothing." Elena says, but the cut needed some attention before it became infected. "Yeah, but you might get an infection if you don't take care of it. I mean it's been about 3 minutes since you spliced it on a dirty stick and it's still bleeding." Elena nodded, my words seeming to sink into her brain. "So I, uh, will see you tomorrow." Stefan and I nodded, muttering pleasantries before continuing to Dollene's grave.

It was a small gravestone, the words "Dollene Salvatore, Beloved daughter, sister, and wife to the world. May she forever rest peacefully," could be read in a soft flowy cursive. She had gotten a lavish service that lasted the entire day, the kind they did for people who touched the lives of everyone they met. We both took a seat on either side of the stone, Stefan helping me down even though I didn't really need it. I listened to him pour his heart out, recounting everything that had happened in the past 15 years since our last visit. Eventually, it was time to go home. We walked past some of the other graves when we saw a book sprawled carelessly on the ground.

Stefan decided he had to return it.

He dragged me along with him.

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We were standing outside Elena's door, a quaint house in a small neighborhood seemily fit Elena's personality greatly. It was even lined with a white picket fence, completing the girl next door look she emitted. Stefan raised his hand to knock, my hand holding the diary filled with all her most precious thoughts. I had read some pages on the way here, but we had arrived too soon to get to any of the more juicy details.

The door opened, Elena behind it as she jumped from the shock of seeing us at her doorstep. "Sorry, I was about to knock. I thought you might want this back." Stefan started, gesturing to the book in my hand. "Oh, I must have dropped it. Thank you. How did you know where I lived?" She seemed thankful that the book had been returned, but still cautioned against us. I held out the book to her, waiting as she slowly grabbed it. "You didn't read it?" It was a question filled with distrust. She was right not to trust us, but it did annoy me a little.

"No, we didn't." I tried to sound as convincing as possible, not wanting to seem as if I had in fact read it. It seemed to work, as she moved onto a different topic. "Well, you were right. Jenna, my aunt, said that a few more minutes would have led to an infection." I nodded, smiling slightly as she invited us inside. "We're fine. Were you going somewhere?" Stefan spoke, tilting his head to try and look more inviting.

Elena nodded, instantly looking more inviting now that Stefan had shown interest in something happening with her. Before he was just being polite, but now he was actively asking about what she was doing. "Yeah, I'm meeting a friend. Do you want to come? You can come too, Feiyan." The last part was said dismissively, my name sounding wrong and under pronounced as it left her lips. She kept her eyes locked in Stefan, only looking at me when Stefan did.

Do you want to? He asked me in my mind, he would only go if I did and that made me feel better about whatever Elena was doing. I nodded, I was hoping all Elena's friends would be there so I could announce that we were dating so they would stop trying to flirt with him. "We would love to." Is the answer he gave Elena, backing up so that we could walk to Elena's destination.

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"More time, huh?" Are the words I faintly hear as we enter "The Mystic Grill." It was a bar and grill with a less than creative name, decked out with pool, foosball and darts. This was a macho-man's dream come true, and apparently it appealed to school kids and adults of all ages. I personally couldn't see anything engaging for people who had grown up like a normal person, which was probably why the tourist revenue was practically a big 0%. "Hey, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." Said boy introduced himself, holding out his hand exclusively to Stefan. He seemed jealous, as if the sight of Elena with a boy was the most atrocious thing he's ever seen.

"Hey, I'm Feiyan. This is Stefan." I made myself known to Matt, putting a subtle hint of aggravation behind my words. I would be damned if people in this town kept ignoring me in favor of my hot boyfriend. The two natives to Mystic Falls awkwardly said pleasantries before Elena ushered us over to a table inhabiting Bonnie and a blond girl.

"So, um, this is Stefan and Feiyan." Elena introduced us, still saying my name wrong. "Feiyan." I spoke up, my name leaving my mouth confidently. "You keep saying it wrong." Elena looked a tiny bit upset that I had pointed that out in front of her friends, but I wasn't going to apologize. My name was sacred, belonging in Chinese mythology for centuries and to me for even longer, way long before Elena Gilbert was thought of to disrespect it.

"So, were you both born in Mystic Falls?" Caroline asked, steering the conversation away from my name and to her interrogation of us. "Well, I'm from Handan —that's in China,— but I moved to New York when I was 10. And then I met Stefan." My answer was followed by Stefan, who added enough details to his answer to sell the lie completely. "Yeah I was born here and moved when I was still young. I met Feiyan in New York when I started in her school. And it's been history ever since."

"What about your parents?" Bonnie decided to question, bringing her fist to the table to rest her head on. "Mine are overseas, doing work in Paris so they asked Stefan's parents to look after me." Stefan nodded, finishing the story. "And then my parents passed away so we moved to live with my uncle Zach." Elena's face became solem, probably thinking about the death of her own parents. "I'm sorry. Any siblings?" She most likely thought she sounded super empathetic, but the perk in her tone when she asked about siblings made her sound tactless.

"Uh yeah, I have my older brother Damon." I smiled slightly at the thought of Damon, I couldn't wait to get home and see him again. "So, Stefan, Feiyan, if you're new, then you don't know about the party tomorrow." Stefan shook his head, waiting for the party to be explained to him. If he knew anything about teenagers, there was alcohol. And I wasn't going to go to the party if alcohol was going to be there. "Feiyan and I don't really want to go to parties until we've settled in a little more."

All the girls flared up, voices overlapping as they all tried to convince us —mainly Stefan— to attend the bonfire. "Look guys, I'll go to the next party, okay. I just want to settle down for now and spend time with my girlfriend." As the word girlfriend left his mouth, it was like all the teenagers in the grill had stopped chatting. The whole room was silent before Caroline opened her mouth.

"Girlfriend. You have a girlfriend." Her words were slow, like she was inviting Stefan to interrupt her and deny that he had one. I decided to be petty, all of the high school girls had ignored me in favor of Stefan so much and they had only known us for 1 day.

I held Stefan's hand, setting our elbows on the table. "Since we were 14." My words didn't sound any different than before, but the context of them was like a slap to the face for everyone listening to the conversation. Except Matt, he seemed to be relieved we were dating even though he hadn't acknowledged me earlier.

I looked at my watch, shocked at the time before showing it to Stefan. He looked surprised too, we were supposed to be back at the house by 6 so we could watch our favorite show together, and it was already 5:56. "Sorry, but we have to go. We're running late." It was Stefan who spoke, already pulling us up and towards the door. "See you guys later." It was a promise more than it was a goodbye. They would be seeing me way more than they would ever want to.

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We walked into the house, rushing to get to the tv. It was 5:59, and we had speeded through the woods to get here on time. As we approached the living room, Zach was sitting on the loveseat, his arms crossed as he held the local newspaper. He turned, opening his mouth but I quickly glared at him. His mouth closed, turning to look away from Stefan and I as we got comfortable in front of the tv. Stefan switched it on, going to channel 109 as quickly as he could. The opening theme had just started to play, signaling that we hadn't missed much of the show.

It was a cartoon reminiscent of a puppet show that I adored when I was still living with my mom and dad. The art style and plot were completely different from when I was that young, but it gave me a certain amount of nostalgia that I had craved ever since I left my mom to go start my own nest. We had gotten halfway through the episode, I was cuddled into Stefan's side as he rubbed my arms softly. Damon had joined us too, and was rubbing my feet as he watched the show. It wasn't his favorite show, he much rather preferred "True Blood" so that he could point out all the flaws in vampirism.

When the show had finished, we turned the tv off. Usually after this time we would move to the bedroom to cuddle or we would cook dinner. Zach had moved to a different room, most likely evident whatever he wanted to talk about wasn't so important that he would risk being mauled by me to make a point. Damon stood up first, offering his hand to help me up. I rolled my eyes as I accepted his help. I wasn't even big enough to need help getting up or sitting down but the boys kept insisting on helping me at every chance they got.

We walked to the kitchen, Stefan pulling out a stool for me to sit on as Damon pulled an apron over his clothes. "Kiss the chef" was printed on the front, with a bunch of kiss emojis surrounding the words. Stefan had a similar one that said "Kiss the cook." It was a gag gift I had given them after seeing it in the clothing aisle at walmart. Music was put on, and a cutting board was placed in front of me with some carrots, potato, green onion, garlic and beef.

As we cooked the boys stole kisses from me, nipping my bottom lip every once in a while as some sort of surprise. Light chatter filled the room as either Stefan or Damon stirred the pot while I made sweet tea. It wasn't the best dinner we had made together, but cooking with my mates always made me feel giddy inside. I loved a nice beef stew with rice, and sweet tea was a communal favorite between the three of us.

"Damon," I started, as the boy's head turned to look at me. "Were you at the cemetery earlier?" I had already known the answer, but sometimes Damon comes up with the most ridiculous answers to make me laugh. "No, I was just flying near the Himalayan mountains because I wanted to find my long lost pair of boxers." His face held a shit eating grin, causing me to let out giggles at the absurd statement he had made. Stefan was also laughing, a small smile gracing his facial features. These were the moments I cherished in my 8 thousand years of life. "No, but in all seriousness I was at the cemetery. I thought it was the perfect time to terrorize Ms. Elena Gilbert."

He wore the same smirk he did when he was awaiting my praise, and who was I to deny him of it. His last relationship left him desperate from any praise, and I was more than happy to oblige. "Good job, she's been eyeing Stefan ever since she saw him. Her little friends do it too, more than anyone else. I mean, Stefan literally kissed me in the middle of the hallway and people still think he's single." Damon gave Stefan a look, probably wondering why Stefan let this go on for so long.

"Okay but you should've heard the amount of guys talking about her ass. One even said he would 'chain her in his bed for days and just take her however he wants,' I almost killed him right there and then." Both of their faces held anger at what Stefan had said, their emotions bitter like unsweetened tea. Damon moved closer to me, holding me as a means to calm himself down. "Why don't you go and kill him?" His entire face perked up, a smile gracing his face. "Really?" He questioned, wanting to be 100% sure of the permission I was giving him. "Yeah, his name is Jack Daniels. About 5'6, blonde hair with blue tips, button nose and tiny arms. Just bring me his heart back whenever you're done."

Damon looked ecstatic at the prospect of murdering the man for his inappropriate comments towards me. So did Stefan, a huge smile graced his face as he served dinner in some fancy bowls. I poured the sweet tea into some glasses, inviting my mates to the table. Before anyone could take a bite, Damon opened his mouth. "Who names their child after whiskey?" The absurdity of the name made us all break out into a fit of laughter, heaving to catch our breath as we settled. The stew was delicious, meat tender and flavored to perfection. The iced tea was cool and refreshing, it's lemony flavor complimented the rice deliciously.

Eventually, the food finished and the conversation dwindled, we had sat at the table for hours talking even after we finished all of the food. It started with a tap on Damon's wrist, followed by his hands on my waist as Stefan gripped my own to help me up. Sure I had been nodding off a bit but I wasn't too tired to engage in conversation. Before I could voice my thoughts, a yawn cut through the comfortable silence we had manufactured. With one hand on the small of my back and another to his lips, Stefan yawned. His brother followed through, yawning as well. They guided me through the house and to our bedroom, footsteps echoing throughout the hallways as we walked.

We reached the room, the boys placing me on the bed. We began to strip, both of the boy's eyes wandering all over my near naked figure. Damon handed me some pajamas, though they were really short. I wore them anyways, it wasn't like I would be wearing them outside the house. They pulled on a loose shirt, climbing onto the bed. We slipped under the covers, cuddling as we anticipated what tomorrow would bring.

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I woke up slowly, the feeling of my legs being held waking me up faster. A feeling of pleasure coming from in between them, slight moans coming from above me. My eyes fluttered open, the scene before me being right as I expected. Damon laid in front of me, his fingers holding my lips open as he licked slow stripes through the center of my pussy. I tilted my head backwards, seeing Stefan's chin come into view. "Good morning babe." He said, and I let out a moan at the pleasure Damon was giving me and the sound of Stefan's morning voice.

"I'm sure Damon would wish you a good morning too, but he's a little bit occupied." I let out another sound as Damon flicked his tongue against my clit, pulling it in between his lips and sucking harshly. "What time is it?" I slurred out, I didn't want to have to rush to get ready, nor did I want to call in sick on the second day of school. "Don't worry." Damon said, pulling his face away from my cunt for a moment. "We have more than enough time." He promised before going back to eating me out. "So lay back, relax, and let us pleasure you." Said Stefan, moving his hand from where they were pinning my legs to caress my stomach, rubbing where our baby was.

I whimpered as Damon moved his head to lightly smack my clit. I loved the slight pain it gave me through the intense pleasure Damon had been giving me. "Oh, you like that huh?" Stefan talked, reaching down to give my pussy another smack. He knew I did, but hearing my boys talk dirty always turned me on. "Fuck," I moaned, the feeling of Stefan rubbing my clit while Damon's tongue entered my hole sending a hot wave of white throughout my body.

I curled my toes, I was going to be in here for a long time.

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I was sitting in world history, my first lesson of the day. Stefan was sitting right next to me, Elena and Bonnie sitting one seat over. My workbook was opened to page 457, the battle of willow creek. I personally think that it's a bit ridiculous we're learning about local history in a world history class, but it was on brand for the entire town. The last time I had been here, they were so ridiculously self absorbed.

I mouthed along as Tanner blabbed on and on about this terribly small and practically insignificant battle that happened in Mystic Falls. The only thing really important about it is that Damon and Stefan had died back then. "The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?" Tanner drawled on, pacing back and forth at the front of the classroom.

"Um...a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot." She said, drawing a small giggle from my lips. It wasn't often someone other than myself knocked someone down a peg. "Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett. Mr. Donovan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?" Tanner questioned, looking Matt straight in the eyes. Matt leaned back, a stupidly cocky smirk gracing his lips. "It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it." He said, causing me to roll my eyes as some of the other kids snickered. He thought that he looked cool, but he really just looked dorky.

"Hmm." Tanner hummed, moving towards Elena. "Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significant historical events?" He asked, looking smug as if he knew she didn't know the answer. "I'm sorry, I--I don't know." I sighed as she stuttered out her answer, it was starting to get repetitive as nobody said the answer. I wouldn't say the answer myself though, I was waiting for something more dramatic to happen so that I could have a special moment. I wasn't usually big on dramatics, but I was here to make friends, and what better way to make friends than to rescue someone from a sticky situation.

"I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break." Tanner almost snarled at the girl, who looked downtrodden at the thought of her parents' death. I could almost see what was going to happen before it occurred. Stefan had a bleeding heart, so it was no surprise for me when he spoke up.

"There were 346 casualties. Unless you're counting local civilians." He said, making Tanner's head whip towards him. There was a small pause before Tanner spoke again, his voice annoyingly nasally. "That's correct. Mister...?" He trailed off, it was a little embarrassing he never bothered to consider what to do if someone had actually answered his question. He looked almost like a fish out of water, the sight hilarious to look at. "Salvatore." Stefan filled in for the man.

"Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?"" Stefan nodded, his hair slightly moving as he did. "Just distantly." He remarked, watching as tanner moved closer to him. "Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle." I rolled my eyes, now it seemed like an acceptable time to butt in. Even though Stefan could handle himself, there was now way I was going to let Stefan seem like a fool.

"Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers fired on the church believing it to be housing weapons but they were wrong. It was a night of great loss." I said, watching his look fade as he realized I was right. "And what's your name?" He asked, walking over and leaning in front of my desk so his face was leveled to mine. "Feiyan." I told the man, looking at him as he moved back to the front of the classroom, a hum leaving his lips. I would be reporting him to the office after class.