I was standing in front of this big house. I hesitated during at least an hour in front of it; finally I decided that tomorrow will be a better day to meet my father. I got back to my hotel room. My phone was still off; I left three days ago, without an explanation for my absence.

"When I go home, I think I'm going to get kill" I told myself.

I dressed up with a black dress and my blue Jimmy Choo, the one like Carrie in sex and the city. Then I went to the only bar in Mystic falls, the mystic grill. I entered in it, it was not crowded. I went to the bar and ordered a sex on the beach. Suddenly, a guy appeared at my side:

"Aren't you a bit young to drink that kind of thing?" A British accent asked.

"I look younger than I really am, but it's a secret" I replied, while getting my Id out of my purse, and showed it to the bartender.

"Oh I see, well cheers. " Then he did something with his eyes and started to say weird things

"You're going to follow me and when I tell you, you will kiss me."

"Why would I do that?" I asked, pretty freaked out. He frowned and said

"Well, well, that's interesting"

"What's interesting?"

"Nothing, love. I was just trying to make someone jealous. But in a weird way, I'm more attracted to you right now. "

"I wonder if I have to take it as a compliment, or not" I replied

"As you wish. Where do you live? What's your name?"

"Actually, I came here on a family trip, and my name is Sarah. What about you?"

"Klaus, I've been around a long time – he replied with a smirk on his face- I gotta go love, hope to see you again" He left and I was intrigued by him. So sexy…. I started to drink my cocktail when another man came next to me. But this one didn't pay attention to me. He ordered two single malts, and started to drink them. I looked at him more seriously. The eyes were almost like mine, the face made me think about mine…Was he Damon? Or not? He is actually really young to be my father. Maybe he is my brother, Do I have to say something? Then he realized I was looking at him.

"What at you staring at, weirdo?"

"Nothing, sir…I was just lost in my thought" I replied shyly.

"Ok, then stop staring"

"I'm sorry, you reminded me of someone, and I gotta go." I was about to go, when he added :

"Hey, just so you know, Klaus is not the sweetest guy in the world" he said loud enough for me to hear him.

I walked out of here and I was all shaky. He probably thought I was crazy, and what he said about my English man was bothering me. What could possibly be wrong with this sexy guy? Sure he was weird and all, but apparently not dangerous.

I got back to my hotel room wondering if I had make the right choice, should I leave or pursue my research, after all I apparently had a brother. I decided to stay, because of the man at the bar.I turned my phone on, I had so many phone calls. I dialed my mother phone number.

"Where are you ?" she started to yell on the phone

"Don't get mad"

"I already am" she replied

"I went looking for my father"

"You did what?" She screamed.

After a long, long talk, it was settled that I had to get home as soon as possible. But I really didn't want to leave. The only way for me to stay a little longer was to tell Damon the truth about me and I had to find him. So I called a cab to drive me to the big house that apparently belongs to my biological father.

Once I was in front, I knocked on the door. A young lady opened me.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for Damon Salvatore, Is he here?"

"Damon! - She screamed – I'm Elena, by the way. Nice to meet you" She added, smiling. This girl was nice. Maybe another sister, even though we don't really look alike.

"Sarah. Nice to meet you too." I answered, more preoccupied by Damon, than by her.

"What? - A male voice said – Oh, my first real fan! Or stalker. What do you want?" He asked me rudely.

"Hum…I'm sorry I asked for Damon Salvatore senior, not junior. Sorry about the misunderstanding" I said, because it was the same guy that I encountered at the bar, and obviously he couldn't be my father, or he had a really good night cream and plastic surgeon.

"Well, there is only one Damon Salvatore, so I guess you're looking for me. So what do you want?" he asked again, apparently annoyed

"Nothing, I…I wondered why you told me something about the English man I met at the bar"

"Just to warn you. Now, bye bye, ciao. Just go" he answered sarcastically

"Wait. Do you know Anna Rice?" I asked him, hoping he would say no, proving that he wasn't that he couldn't be my father.

"Not particularly. -He replied, mockingly - Oh, now that you said that, it reminds me of something. But it's vague. And I guess you're the one that tries to get revenge, for your friend's honor. Like in girly movies." He said, still mocking me. I was chock

"Actually I'm not. I'm sorry. " I told him, completely in shock. How could he…he is Damon Salvatore, he looks like a young adult and he knows my mother. Well maybe, it's a mistake. But mom did write his name on one of her diaries.

He simply slammed the door at me, saying that I was crazy. I stayed in front of the door for almost 5 minutes, completely unaware of what just happened. I left and tried to call a cab, but my phone was down. So I just had one option left: to walk back to my hotel room and book a flight to Seattle.

While walking on a bridge, I heard weird noises behind me.

"Is there someone out here? – I said, a bit scared- come on, I'm becoming crazy now" I whispered.

"Actually you're not." The British accent again.

"Are you following me?" I asked

"Well, love, no one ever told you that it's not safe for a lady to be out here all alone"

"Ya, I heard about that. But, guess what? I don't really care and I'm not a lady. Dying could be a good solution for me right now"

"Come on, a sweet face with such negatives thoughts. It's not really attractive"

"Then why are you here?"

"Just a coincidence, but since I'm here, I can walk with you, right?"

"I guess so" I replied, happy to have found someone to walk with me.

For a moment, it was really silent. Then he started asking weird questions, about my family, my origins etc…. But those questions were really inappropriate. Then it hit me, what Damon told me earlier. Maybe this guy was a criminal, a murderer, a rapist. I probably had some sort of beacon that only dangerous man can hear. Anyway, I tried to hide my fear.

"Enough talking about me, what about you?" I asked, trying to change the conversation.

"It's not interesting." He said.

Few seconds later, we were in town. Close to my hotel. Thank god.

"Thank you for your company. But I think I can handle the rest alone" I said, still trying to manage my fear.

"Right. Will I see you again?" He asked

"I don't think so. You've been kind to me but I need to go home" I answered

"A phone number or an address then" He added

"No really, it's ok. Bye" I said while hurrying to enter into the hotel. I was in there, scared that he might come in, but he couldn't. He seemed to be stuck outside.

"Well, love. I'm sorry but I can't let you go. I need to know more about you"

"Look, you won't stop me. I need go, so I'll go. I'm stubborn, even if you're a criminal/murderer or whatever." I said.

"Come on, I've never been described like this. But I think it works for me. Yes, it's true, I have killed. But I can have fun too, you know. So, if you don't want me to search for your family and kill them one by one, you should come with me and chat."

"You're a monster" I said firmly

"I guess we just made an appointment. Tomorrow morning. I'll be right here waiting for you. And if you don't show up…well you know the rest"

He was about to go, when I walked out of the lobby and said:

"If only you asked. I would have stayed. "

My remark seemed to surprise him.

"You're so naïve, love. It's not the way I use. Moreover, in life, this method is not the best way in order to get what you want"

"You're wrong, and I'm going to prove it to you. I'm staying; I'll tell you everything you want to know about me, even though, I don't really see why you're so interested in me. But I want to be free of my movement. And when everything is done, I want to be able to go home." I said

"Fine, love. You're a real business woman. "He said, winking at me.

"Tomorrow morning then. Bye"

I walked back to my room. Now I had to call my mother. She is not going to like the fact that I have to postpone my flight for a few days. But, first I was force by an awful man to do it, and second I had to found out why the man whom I though was my father looks more like a brother to me.