This is just a snippet of how much I would usually write, the average chapter would be longer but I want to see how much interest I get first. I hope you enjoy what my brain recently came up with.
The vampire diaries belongs to it's fabulous owners and I claim no right to it. However, Tessa is of my own creation and therefor I am her owner ;-)
I looked around my new home in dismay, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind my ear. It wasn't horrible...but it was smaller than I was used to. Dropping my grey bag onto the sofa I switched on the kettle and began pondering about what I was going to do in this new town.
Mystic Falls it was known as, quite fitting considering I'm me. Sheriff Forbes had said there was a nice place to eat down the road, Mystic Grill I think.
"Sorry kettle, you're being replaced by Mystic Grill's machine." I sighed and stuffed a few dollars into my pocket. I think I looked okay, I had a red summer dress and a cream cardigan on with black flats. Watery blue eyes and pale blonde hair gave me an innocent frail appearance. I hated it.
On the way to out the door I noticed the old sepia photo of me and my family, I was normal in that photo. I was human. I pressed my fingers against the glass in remorse before locking the door and walking towards where I believed this place was.
About five minutes later I walked into a homely loud restaurant. I noticed the Sheriffs daughter, Caroline, sat with what I presumed to be her friends. One dark haired dangerous looking male lazily smirked at me and I quickly looked away from his gaze, I hope that's not Caroline's boyfriend. I tried to stay invisible and find a table but luck was not on my side.
"Tessa!" I halted and turned, plastering a fake smile towards the bubbly blonde.
"Oh hi Caroline, didn't see you there," I lied easily.
"I thought you wasn't moving till the winter?" She looked slightly confused but pulled on my arm so I was forced to sit next to a brown haired girl.
"I got bored of England so decided to come a little earlier, the house was furnished so I didn't see a problem with coming."
She stared at me then shrugged. "Everyone this is Tessa Westwood, she recently moved here from London!" Her hyperactivity was back. "Tessa this is Elena, Bonnie, Damon, Stefan and the blonde waiter over there is our friend Matt," she introduced.
"Lovely to meet you but I must be going, I want to get my bearings around this place." I went to stand when I was faced with what must be one of the most attractive guys I had ever seen. His hair was short and blonde, blue eyes looked pained for a second but then it faded.
"Tessamine," he breathed and went to touch my face, as if he was afraid I would fade away.
"Sorry I don't know you," I said quickly, "and my names just Tessa."
I turned and in confusion nearly tripped while I was at it, his arm shot out and caught me, pulling me against his firm chest. He grip was like iron and after what felt like hours later he let me go and I nearly ran out of the noticeably quieter bar.
Who the hell was that and how did he know my full name? I was named in eighteen sixteen and I haven't used that name since I fled seventeen years later. No one can know who I am, no one...
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