Chapter 1

1st person pov

I look around the dark room trying to work out where I am and how I got here. A light shines in from a small wooden door to my left. I slowly get to my feet and start to walk towards the door. Before I can take a step I feel something on my foot. I look down and breathe a sigh of relief. It's a bag. It looked like my bag.

I picked my bag up and unzipped it. I reached into the bag and pulled out a book, an IPhone and for some reason $2000. Free money, can't really complain. Wait why dollars. I'm in Britain right. I check my phone for my location and read 'Mystic Falls, Virginia'. Virginia, that's in America. Definitely weird.

I slide my phone into my pocket and swing the bag onto my shoulder. I continue towards the door and look through it. To the left is a wall and to the right is a small, dimly lit corridor and then some steps leading who knows where. I cautiously push open the door and release a breath when I realise that no one is going to jump out at me. The door creaks shut behind me. A warm breeze is coming from the direction of the stairs becoming me towards them.

I think of my options, stay here all day and be cold and hungry or go up the stairs and see what is there. Curiosity takes over and the latter wins. I mean what's the worst that could happen anyways. The annoying, scared part of me surfaces and I think 'someone could attack me,' but then I ignore it. Taking one step at a time, literally, I slowly make my way up the stairs.

Blinding light hits me as reach the top step. I blink a few times and realise that I am outside and the light is the sun. I turned in a circle and all I can see are trees. I guess I'm in a forest then. I start walking and take put my phone to find a map that will show a way out of this place. I looked up every few seconds just I knew if I was about to walk head first into a tree. Minutes passed by and I sighed realising why I couldn't find a way out of here. I don't where I'm going or where I even came from.

Just as was about to look up to check for my oncoming trees I walked into something. Well now I feel stupid. I look up to try and manoeuvre around the thing in my path. Instead of seeing the trunk of a tree I see a person. Now I feel even stupider. He is about half head taller than me and looks as shocked as I probably do.

'I'm sorry,' I manage to get out looking anywhere but at him. 'I should have been looking where I was going.'

'It's fine,' he replies with an accented voice. It's Italian or French I think. 'I'm Stefan. Stefan Salvatore,' he says extending his hand to me.

I shake his hand and reply 'I'm Lauren Evans.'

'You're not from here are you?' Stefan says as more of a statement than a question.

'I moved here from England recently.'

'Right well I recently moved back here from Italy.'

'Back?'

'I used to live here when I was younger and I've come back here to visit my Uncle for a while. Anyway enough of my life story, we should start heading to the school.'

'Okay then, lead the way because I'll probably just walk into a tree,' I say laughing awkwardly.

He starts to walk out of the forest and I follow him eager to find out more about this Mystic Falls.