Chapter 2 Welcome Home

Jenna had been pleasantly surprised to find out I was coming home to Mystic Falls. Everyone knew I had issues with this place. First being abandoned as a baby in the woods, then being different than others.

I always knew about the supernatural I could see them as they are. Ghosts, witches, vampires and werewolves you name it I have seen it. All I have to do is look at a person and I will know what they are. So I knew Isabelle is a vampire before she told me, she also told me about her daughter Elena, how John is Elena's father, who the Salvatore's are, the tomb, everything.

I knew Alaric knew too that's why despite her being his ex-wife's daughter he took Elena under his wing like he did with me. Though Elena knew Isabelle is her mother she has no idea John is her father or about me. We left when she had to give her up taking me with her.

Anyway, after taking a cab to the Gilbert house I found my black Ducati motorcycle waiting for me. Including a vampire leaning on it. That made me mad! How dare this bloodsucker touch my bike that Alaric and I built together! I could see my foster sister Elena trying to get him off instead he decided to sit on it!

Marching up to the bloodsucker I knew he heard me, but he didn't care. Elena saw me coming and my face must have looked something fierce because she gasped and took a step back or it could be my Colt .45 revolver pointed at the back of the vamps head.

"Get the fuck ff my bike bloodsucker! Or else I'll shoot you and trust me werewolf and vervain mixed bullets hurt like a bitch!" I knew who this chump was, Alaric's drinking buddy Damon Salvatore and Elena's boyfriend Stefan's big brother. Damon Salvatore from what I understand is ruthless, arrogant, cocky and an all around asshole. But he is remarkably loyal. Immediately at vamp speed he sped off of the bike to attack me but I saw it coming.

I have fifth sense in fighting, I see the attack coming before it happens and immediately know how to counter it. Plus it helps I was raised by two vampire hunters, John and Alaric and a vampire, Isabelle.

So as soon as he sped over I sent a roundhouse kick to where I knew his balls were and my aim was true. As soon as he is down holding his nuts in place I aimed my gun to his temple and cock the gun for good measure.

Not looking up from Damon's defiant glare I spoke to Elena "honestly Gilbert, I come home to bury my foster dad and to meet John and my foster mom Isabelle's baby girl only to find this asshole on my bike. Charming way to be welcomed home isn't it?"

I really want to stake him as it is I can't because he was Alaric's friend and is Elena's frenemy. During the tension filled stare down between Damon and I, I barely noticed Jenna was there the whole time.

Luckily she knew about all this John and I made sure to tell her everything though she played dumb to the others because she didn't want them to compel her to forget so when she is compelled she fakes it since she is always drinking and wearing vervain.

"Jacob, put the gun away Alaric wouldn't want you to kill his best friend. So if you would, leave your gun and stakes at the door Alaric left you something inside."

Seeing Damon and Elena's shocked faces I smirked as I roughly brushed past the shocked vampire and went inside to comply to Jenna's wishes.