'That actually just happened!' Sierra squeals with delight as she clicks her seatbelt on.

'It did.' I say blandly, trying not to make a big deal out of it. 'Did you make the arrangements?"

She nods. 'It's the quickest, roughest party I've ever planned, but Leo will definitely be there.'

'They won't know the difference. Sierra this is our chance to get those letters.' I say seriously.

'I was thinking the same thing. But they won't have the authority to get us in will they?'

'I doubt it, but they might be able to get our feet in the door...' I pull out my phone from my bag. There's no photos of myself and sierra on any internet news sites at the moment, which saves us a lot of hassle down the track.

'So, I dibs Stefan.' Sierra grins. I look up at her for a moment then back at my phone.

'What.'

'I call shotgun. I dibs, okay?'

'Oh, Sierra I couldn't care less about that sort of thing, do whatever you want, just don't jeopardise our letters okay?' I say without looking at her. It's the truth. I don't care who she reserves... I don't think.

After about 20 minutes of driving, were dropped back at the apartment. We're greeted by the doorman and many workers on our way through the lobby. When the elevator reaches the floor I hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner in our penthouse. I frown as I open the door. The maid should be done by now...

As we head inside, I drop my bag and keys by the door. My penthouse is completely white, so it's often dirty and I'm rarely home to clean it. Grace, our maid, scurries over to us with a worried look on her face.

'Miss Deveroux, I am so sorry it is so late and I haven't finished, I tried very hard...'

I frown. 'What is it?'

She gulps. 'Well, when I arrived, there were things missing...'

'What!' I shout, storming past her to look into my living area. My TV is gone, along with some vases and decorative items I had placed around. 'Where the hell is my stuff?' I shout at Grace.

'Miss Deveroux, someone stole it. But don't worry! I made a list of everything that was missing and already gave it to the police. They've made this a high priority...'

'How the hell did someone break in? The doors are always locked!' I know I'm over reacting, it's just a few bits and pieces but my anger is overpowering.

'Eleanor, they'll get it back. Chill out...' Sierra says calmly as she walks over to the kitchen and gets me a drink. I take a deep breath as I walk to her.

'I just don't understand how this could happen in the first place...' I'm puzzled. She offers me a large glass of red liquid and I gladly accept it. 'Grace you can leave now. Don't worry about the rest of it.' I'm too exhausted to really process what's gone on today. 'I'm going to nap before everyone gets here. You'll be right?' I ask Sierra.

'Of course.' She smiles.

I down the contents of my glass and head up to my room. I slide off my heels and plop myself onto my bed. The posters creak and the canopy flies around from the force. I don't usually get tired, at least not this early in the day. I prop up the pillows and lean back. It's been so full on. I was robbed for crying out loud. I close my eyes, and as I drift into sleep, I imagine how great that coffee would've tasted if Damon hadn't of stolen it. At least he's drop dead gorgeous though...

I'm woken by the sounds of glasses clinking together and people muttering to each other. I groan and roll over to check the time; its 4.30pm

'Shit.' I throw myself off the bed in a hurry. The boys will be here soon. I sit down at my vanity table and quickly apply some make up. I don't really need it, but I may as well. I walk into the ensuite bathroom and drag the brush through my curly hair. Thank god it's being nice to me today...

'Sierra?' I shout, just before I stick my toothbrush in my mouth. In a few seconds, she appears in the doorway.

'Yeah?'

'What are you wearing? Like, how dressed up am I supposed to get...' I mumble through mint foam in my mouth, trying not to spit it everywhere.

She laughs 'Um, I'm just going to wear a nice dress. I thought you'd be done by now.'

I look at her with a look to say "No kidding..." 'I napped too long...' I empty my mouth and wipe it with a towel. 'How's it going out there? When are the others arriving?'

'It's all set. Leo said he won't be here until at least 6, along with most of the other guests. But as far as I know the boys will still be here at 5.'

'Good and the mini fridge?' I ask. We keep our vampire stuff in a separate fridge.

'Stocked. You're stressing. Why are you stressing?' she chuckles.

'I want that letter. If I have to show a bit of skin or bribe some men then I will...' I say as I walk past her back into my room and then into my walk-in closet. I spend a while searching for something to wear, but in the end I grab my favourite black dress off the rack and quickly pull it on.

'I think you're looking at this the wrong way...' Sierra is in the doorway again. '...They might be really nice guys. If we don't get in, wouldn't it just be nice to have some friends?'

I pause for a moment. She's got a point. 'No. I just want to do something different for a change.' Feelings are a nuisance. I pick up a pair of red Jimmy Choo heels and slip them on. I don't get to wear these much and they cost me a fortune.

'Why don't you do someone different for a change...' she giggles, wagging her brows me. I roll my eyes at her.

'That's the last thing I need right now.'

'Fine, I'm going to finish getting dressed and start drinking now.' She turns and leaves. It'll be interesting to see her later after she's had a few.

As I walk back to my vanity to find a necklace, that's when I notice my jewellery box is open. I heart quickens. I lift the lid further and start rummaging around, trying to find my special necklace; a large sapphire pendant I got back in the 17th century. It's worth as much as a house, and it's extremely sentimental to me.

'It's gone...' I say, breathless. '...I can't believe it. Of all the things they could've stolen...' I run my fingers through my hair. Tears begin to well in my eyes, but I squeeze them shut to stop them from spilling over. Vampire tears are messy.

'Eleanor, they've arrived!' I hear Sierra call out from downstairs. It's already after 5. I regain my stability and take a deep breath.

'Let's get me a letter...' I tell myself as I head down the stairs.

As I reach the bottom, I notice that all the guys have changed their clothes. They've all scrubbed up very nicely.

'Hi, I'm glad you all turned up' I say as I walk towards them. They all look happy; except for Damon, who's leaning against the front door with his arms folded. Stefan smiles at me.

'It took some convincing, but we're here' He's smile reaches his eyes. Damn...

'Where is everyone?' Daniel asks.

'Oh they're coming soon; they've just got prior commitments they need to finish up with first.' Sierra chimes in. 'Who would like a drink?'

They all look at each other, and I can't help but laugh on the inside. They all nod. 'Stefan, come help me?' She waves her hand for him to follow her. She's so smooth. He shoots me another quick smile before he heads into kitchen with her.

I can't pull my eyes away from him. In all my 600 years, I don't think I've ever met a man so attractive; at least a man who didn't have an awful personality. Like Damon... I snap out of my dreaming.

'Are we able to look around? I mean, this place is unbelievable...' Marco asks very polite. For someone so huge, he seems a bit shy.

'Oh of course, go for it.' I smile. He returns it, and they all walk off towards the recreation end of the apartment. They'll probably find the spa, or the pool table, or the cinema...

I quickly glance at Sierra, who is in the kitchen giggling like a teenager. She hasn't even attempted to get drinks. Of course... I remember that Damon is still standing at the front door.

'You know, you can come in. We're not going to bite...' I say without even thinking. Shit. I realise the stupid ironic joke I've made once it's too late. Sierra might, but I certainly won't... He continues to glare at me. I've invited him into my home and this is how he acts? I'm starting to get frustrated.

I groan. 'If you want to stand there all night then go ahead...' I gesture to the entrance way; I'm done trying. I quickly walk into the kitchen and leave Damon where he is. I move between Sierra and Stefan who are standing in the way and take out a class bottle from the large fridge. I almost forgot that i don't drink from the mini fridge...

'Eleanor...' Sierra tries to speak, but I quickly close the fridge and walk off before she can say anything more.

I head towards the other wing of my apartment. I can hear laughing and talking, and I instantly feel a bit better. I open the door to the pool room and see the four boys gathered around the pool table.

'Sorry, we should've asked...'

'No...' I cut Marco off. '...Don't be silly, I don't care; do what you want just don't break anything.' I laugh. Daniel smiles widely at me.

'Your house is unreal. We saw the other rooms; and the spa...' He sighs as he theatrically puts the back of his hand against his forehead. '...It's beautiful.' I genuinely laugh this time. I think Daniels the kind of man I could really get along with; gay or not.

'Thank you. That's very kind.'

'Where's Stefan?' Roman asks me. It's the first time I've heard him speak, and I'm taken aback.

'Um, he's still in the kitchen with Sierra. I don't know if they're getting drinks...'

'We didn't expect them to bring us any anyway...' Marco laughs, and the others laugh too. I don't really get why at first, and then I chose not to. Don't even think about it. These men are your avenue into the college. That's it. Nothing more. Ever.

I down the last of my drink before leaving them too it. The boys seem almost inseparable. They must have been together for a long time; like brothers. I decide in that moment that their new collective nickname will be 'the pack'. I close the door behind me and smile. They're genuinely nice people. A sense of guilt washes over me, but I quickly move on. After so many years on this earth there's no point in feeling guilt over anything; it makes you weak and I am not weak. I head back to the kitchen to keep an eye on Sierra; I don't need her ruining any minute chance we have of these letters. I head back down the corridor to the living area and there I notice the doors to the balcony are open. Stefans not in the kitchen anymore, they must've gone outside. Sierras really trying hard with this one. I pull the doors closed and head back up to my room. Its 6pm now, and no one else has showed up. Not that I care, but I've got a pretty big promise to live up to with Daniel. He could actually be a new friend, if I care enough. I head upstairs and to my room and push the heavy double doors open and I gasp.

'Sorry... I, um, was just looking...' Damon is in my room. I don't know what to say, so I stand there for a moment in disbelief. He's in my room...

'I'll go check on the boys...' he says quickly as he heads towards the door.

'No!' I say, with a little too much effort. I try to recover. '...I mean... its fine. I don't care. I said everyone can look around...' I try to sound blasé. I care a little, but he can't know that. His arrogant self will probably just mock me. He pauses in his tracks. This is awkward. I head into my bathroom to wash my hands, to try and look like I had a reason to come in here in the first place. I can see in the mirror that he's walked to my vanity. I begin to panic. There's a lot of valuable stuff over there; god knows if there's stuff there that no one else should see. I take a deep breath and quickly dry my hands before going back to supervise my belongings.

'Where did you get this?' He asks as he turns to face me. He's picked up a small gold elephant figurine off my vanity. He frowns, examining it carefully. I really start to panic now; it's from the 16th century.

'I bought it from a jeweller in England a few years ago.' I lie. It was given to me by a prince.

'Really? It looks much older than a few years old...' He's right. The gold is dull and gems that adorn it are cloudy. It really looks old.

'Well, I don't know... it might be old, but I only got it a few years ago. I don't know much about it...' I try to stay calm but my voice is sounding strained. This is the first normal conversation I've had with him and its lurking on the edge of disaster. He places it back on the table before wandering around my room a bit more. I'm stuck standing in the middle of my room like a statue, unsure what to do next.

'Actually, a lot of the stuff in this room looks rather old...' He says, running his finger down a bedpost. The bed isn't anywhere near as old, but its quite extravagantly carved mahogany.

'Are you just going to stand here and insult the age my furniture?' I say seriously, but I'm joking more than I realise. He looks at me suspiciously.

To my astonishment, he laughs. Just for half a moment, but it was there. It's almost like his whole demeanour has changed now. Like, he's making an effort. I wonder if Sierra or Stefan has said anything. I won't hold my breath that he's going to begin to be nice; his first impression was made badly. I'm terrible at holding a grudge.

'No, I guess not...' he says smiling, as he turns and walks out the doors. I stand there, wondering what on earth has just happened.