A/N: Hey all! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's pretty short, so I'll make sure to update soon. I'm sorry if some things don't make sense/if there are typos.
Chapter 1
I woke up screaming, as if thrown out of a bad dream.
Where the hell was I?
I leaped up and looked into the mirror, studying the naked woman that stared back at me. She had pasty skin that bordered on beige. Black hair that managed to look nice, even though it was so messy it looked like I'd just broken a wild horse.
I touched her cheekbones, my cheekbones, my lips. I ran a finger underneath my gray eyes. Traveled my hand down my slender, softly defined stomach and up the tribal tattoo on my side.
Who the hell was I?
I snapped my fingers. "What's your name?" My name flashed in my brain. Julyette de Luna.
"What city are you in?" Mystic Falls.
"How old are you?" Seventeen.
"What month is it?" October.
"How did you end up in this motel?" Blackness. Not static, not a hint of a image, pure darkness. I had no answer to that, and that scared the hell out of me. What if I'd been roofied? What if I'd been raped?
I stared down at myself. No. No... If I'd been raped I'd know that right? I'd feel violated or something? Because I didn't feel abused or misused. I felt fine and clean. And incredibly weirded out by this entire ordeal.
I jumped out of the skin I barely recognized at the sound of the motel's cheep alarm clock. It was 8:15 am, only 15 minutes until class started, and I did not want to miss class.
"How the hell do I know that?" I cried out in exasperation. I stared down at my feet and glanced to my toe ring. I also knew that I wasn't supposed to take that off.. but why?
I didn't even want to find out. All I wanted was to know who I was and what I was doing in a motel with amnesia. Maybe going to school wasn't a bad idea. I was pretty. I was smart... maybe. Either way, I probably was popular and hand lots of friends. They could give me some insight.
There were a set of car keys on the nightstand that I snatched. I pressed the unlock button to see the headlights of a flashy silver car blink. "No way," I muttered, tracing my hand over the glistening metal of the car's hood. It looked expensive. The trunk had 4 interlocking silver hoops on it and the name of the car popped into my head. Audi R8.
Sweet.
A/N: Feel free to review and say what you think is going to happen. This story gets pretty wild and entertaining after the first few chapters. If you continue to read, you'll be in for a sexy ride! Let me know if there's any scenes you'd like to see too! Damon's coming soon!