My mother did not react well to my announcement.

"Sarah, you better get your ass back here immediately." She screamed on the phone.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I just can't go back right now. You need to trust me"

"How can I trust you? You were supposed to have a one night-out with your friend. It's been almost a week, and you want more? Aren't you pushing it a little bit too far?" she pleaded.

"Please, just a bit more. It's important"

"Fine, Fine…But it's only because your father begs me to agree" she finally said.

"Thank you Dad… and Mom, of course, love you. Bye"

I hang up the phone, and went to my bed. A good night sleep was a relief. The next morning, I wasn't waked up by an alarm clock but by some rocks, threw at my window. I left my wonderful, warm bed and went to the window.

"What!?" I almost screamed at the British man (also named Klaus) who was under my window.

"Let's go sweetheart. It's already 10.00 am"

"I fell asleep at 3.00 am, I need my sleep" I mumbled, not really in the mood for chitchat over a cup of English green tea.

"Hurry up. Clock is ticking…tic toc, tic toc."

"Would you just wait for a sec?" I said, shutting the window. Good god lord, this man was dangerous and impatient, and annoying. Anyway, I had to dress up. A pair of jeans, a black blouse and my black heels. For the rest, just a bun and no make-up (even though, it was rare). Then, I went downstairs to meet him.

"Well, you're kind of slow. And for this result." He snorted

"This is so nice of you. Should I call a cab, or you have your own?" I asked, while he led me to a Porsche Cayenne 4x4, which was actually my dream car.

He drove us for 15 minutes, outside the town and we arrived in front of a huge mansion.

"I guess this your house -I said sarcastically- In a weird way, it looks like you"

"Very funny…anyway, let's go inside" He replied, leading me into this big house, bigger than my family's house. We sat down on a couch, and then I started to tell everything about me, my family, and my personal feelings about being raised as the daughter of someone that wasn't my biological father. I rumbled on and on for about two hours. Finally, I realized that it was time for me to shut up my big mouth.

"I'm sorry, I probably said too much. Hope it was not annoying"

"Don't worry love, I learnt how to be patient" he teased

"Ok, get it. Now that you know everything, I should go. I mean, Damon doesn't care about me, and I'm not you're hostage anymore. So, it's time for me to leave this town."

"What's Damon Salvatore is doing in our conversation" he asked, intrigued.

"Well…I know it's weird and I should probably not tell you, but…in one of my mother's diaries, she wrote her name as a former lover. And my mother slept with only two men in her life, Damon and James"

"Which would make Damon your father" he said, grinning as if he had learnt his favorite sports team won a game.

"And it's impossible, according to his looks and age. I told you it was weird and it was time for me to leave" I replied

I was making my way out of the house, when Klaus asked me:

"I'm having a ball, here, tonight. Will you come? I already have a date, but you can enjoy a good party. Or maybe you like being a nun" he teased again. I whispered a bit exasperated.

"Yes, being a nun is fantastic. Anyway, I'll come. Thank you for asking me. See you tonight"

"Formal outfit" he added while I was slamming the door behind me. I'm going to kill this man, who he thinks he is? I was walking back to my hotel room, thinking about tonight. His date was probably gorgeous. Probably the Caroline he told me about, smart Caroline, everything that I wasn't Caroline. There was no need to fight; she already had won the war. Plus, they were no war. I'm not interested in a man that looks like a lunatic. I wondered why this town accepts that a maniac lived right next to them. I also wondered why I accepted his invitation, probably because he scares me, and also because I can't resist his charm.

I spent the entire afternoon trying to dress me up. I went for a black and formal body suit, with my 16-inch grey Louboutin and my grey cape. I used red lipstick and lacquer, with eye-liner and a porcelain complexion. I made a brushing, using a bow as a headband. Around 9 pm o'clock, I ordered a cab. I was really late. When I entered the house, everyone was already dancing and talking. I didn't know a lot of people. I felt like a fish out of the water.

"Excuse me, Miss, Can I take your coat and offer you some Champaign?" A waiter asked, while I was preoccupied by my outfit. The other girls were wearing dresses.

"Sure – I handed him my coat – Am I not dress well? for that kind of party"

"Miss, this is a ball. And when you attend a ball, you're supposed to wear a dress" he said, a bit condescending.

"Thank you for the honesty" I replied. I was already feeling so bad, and not at my place. I crossed the path of a boy, probably my age. He had bottles of vodka and tequila.

"Hey – I called him- Can I know where you're going with those bottles. Because I want to be a part of it." He checked me out, probably wondering if I wasn't a grown-up trying to catch them.

"Outside, in the woods. Follow me." The boy said. And that's what I did.

There was a party in the party. Once we arrived in the wood, I didn't think. I just grabbed a bottle of vodka and drank, in order to forget where I was, the man that I was falling for, the father that didn't look like one, all the mistery, and the loving family I missed so much. I drank until I couldn't remember my own name. Then it went black, and I woke up in the woods, next to the house. But everyone had left. I was so drunk and my coat was inside.

"Shout…I have to…, it's hard to think when you're drunk" I started to say out loud. I managed to make my way to the house. Then god knows why, I rang the bell. Klaus opened the door, apparently the party was over.

"You're late love" he said, very amused

"Oh shut up, you sexy British man. I'm drunk, very drunk. And I need my coat….and I also need to pee. You know alcohol; it always makes me want to pee every ten minutes" Apparently, It also makes me too chatty

"Sure, come in. I'll show where the bathroom is" He said, laughing at my condition. He helped me to walk the stairs and led me to a bathroom. I wasn't really steady on my legs.

"Do you want some help?" He asked

"I might be completely drunk, but I still have some dignity. I still can pee alone." I replied …while falling. He caught me. I was in his arms, his eyes were so delicious. He was a dream, a fantasy, anything that can be associated to paradise.

"Ya, I can see that. Let me, at least, help you with those heels"

He took them off, and I managed to finally pee. I went out of the bathroom, looking for my coat.

"You should stay here, it would be safer. I can't drive you to your hotel. Imagine if you vomit in your sleep, and die. It would be my fault" he said with his delicious voice.

"I never vomit when I drink, I only get hard hangovers. Where is my coat…and where are my shoes?" I asked looking at my bare feet, pretty unaware of my alcohol level.

"Follow me" He said.

I entered a room, actually a bedroom, with a huge bed.

"Sleep here"- He said, while turning on the TV- "Do you have a favorite movie?"

"Little women, every version" I answered while I was laying under the quilt

"Ok, let's go. It's the latest version. I don't know where I put the others. I knew that you were that kind of women. And I already know your favorite character. It's Jo, isn't it?"

But I was already asleep, so I couldn't here this, and especially I couldn't hear the rest.

"Well, love. I hope I'm not going to be Laurie" he added while walking out of the room.

I woke up the next morning, with no clues of where I was and what happened last night. I got out of bed, still in my body suit. I walked out of the room. Klaus was outside.

"Finally up, sleeping beauty"

"Thank you, for what you did yesterday"

"You remember everything?" He asked

"No, but since I was sleeping in your house and I have a huge headache, I can guess that I was a mess last night"

"Don't worry, it wasn't that bad"

"Thank god" I was relieved.

"You just tried to pee in front of me" He said, casually

"What?! I'm so sorry. Alcohol plus me, It's a bad mix."

"I'm kidding…just kidding. I guess you're leaving today" He said, with a weird tone, like he didn't like the thought of it.

"I guess I am. Unless there is something that stops me from it" I said, aware that I was taking a risk with that kind of question.

"Actually, there is. Do you want to know why Damon looks so young" he answered

"Well, I tried to guess: night cream, surgery, even vampirism…you know like in twilight" I said, almost laughing because of the last option.

"You shouldn't laugh. Vampires do exist and Damon is one of them" he told me, out of the blue.

At that moment, I couldn't think nor talk. I was frozne. Did he just say vampire and Damon in the same sentence ?