First of all, I just wanna thank you for the reviews, favorites, and follows on me and this story, it means so much. Once again, it's a pretty short chapter, but Sophia is introduced. I just really want to get to when she's back, so that's why these first few are so short. More will be explained in later chapters. Also, this takes place, persay around end of season 5 through 6, I guess. So nothing will match up with current storylines.
Xoxo,
Nikki
Damon Salvatore's P.O.V.
I was flipping through pages in an old journal in the living room. I sighed and started flipping through the pages. An old photograph fell out of one of the pages, onto my chest. I picked it up and looked at it for a split second before setting it down on the table and putting the journal on top of it. I stood up and poured myself a glass of bourban as Stefan walked in the room. He was back to being his typical good guy, broody self.
Stefan walked over and picked up the journal, only to see the picture underneath. He smiled to himself and set it back down.
"Reminising, brother?" He asked. I took a sip and looked at him.
"Nope. History is dead, Stefan. Let's keep it that way." I walked over and grabbed the journal and photo, sticking it back on the bookshelf.
"Do you ever think about her?" He asked me.
"Nope. She died a long time ago Stefan. We mourned her. We're past it." He sighed and shook his head, like I was wrong for keeping her out of my thoughts. I mean, she was the most important person in my life while I was still human, Stefan included. But she's gone. I've accepted that.
Then we heard a thud in the hallway. Then a thud upstairs. We looked at each other, then looked around for a minute. We returned to the living room, only to find...nothing. Then we suddenly flew across the room onto the ground. We saw long black skinny jeans and heeled boots in front of us. We stood up, taking in what-who was in front of us. She tilted her head to the side.
"Sophia?" Stefan questioned at the same time I said, "Sophia."
She smirked.
"Hello brothers."