Anastasia sits in the car dancing to the music. Elena is sitting in the back holding her head and sulking. "So, where's my car?" Elena asks, causing Anastasia to frown. For once Anastasia doesn't have to worry about school, personal life, or her haunting past. She's having a grand old time away from everything, but it seems that Elena doesn't seem to agree.
"Uh... I pulled it off on the side of the road. I didn't think anyone will bother it."
"Yeah, we made sure to hide it in the woods by the road, so don't worry." Anastasia smiles. "Just lighten up."
"I can't just lighten up, Anastasia. What about that man in the road? Was he a...?" Elena doesn't finish, unsure if Anastasia knows.
"Vampire, oh little Ana knows and from what I could tell that guy was one. Yeah." Anastasia rolls her eyes at the 'little Ana' comment.
"You didn't know him?" Elena asks.
"Elena, believe it or not, the real world isn't like True Blood there is no Fangtasia." Elena gives Anastasia a look.
"If I've never met him, I wouldn't know him." Damon says. "And little Ana is right, it's not like we all hang out together at the Vamp Bar and Grill." Damon takes a turn down the road and pulls up to a bar. The bar is called Bree's Bar and it looks quite adorable.
"Where are we? You brought me to a bar?" Elena barks.
"I like it." Anastasia smiles. "It looks nice."
"Damon, we're not old enough. They're not going to let us in."
"Hey, I can pass as a twenty-one-year-old." Anastasia smiles.
"Since when are you so laid back?" Elena asks.
"Since I get the time to enjoy myself, Elena. Take me around the world and I am as relaxed as a noodle." Anastasia jokes.
Damon smirks and motions for them to follow him. Anastasia hurries up and follows him with Elena lagging behind. They walk inside to where a colored woman is manning the bar. She's really pretty. Damon claps his hands and rubs them together as he looks her over. "No." The girl says with a shake of her head. "No, it can't be." Damon smiles as he and Anastasia walk towards the bar and stands before it. "Damon." She sighs and slides over the bar to stand on the other side with them. "My honey pie." She says with a smile. She pulls him into a kiss, causing Anastasia's jaw to hit the floor.
Minutes later Bree grabs a bottle. "Listen up, everybody!" She shouts. "Here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, and destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness!" She says as she pours the liquor into shot bottles. She places them in front of Elena, Damon, and Anastasia. "Drink up!" Anastasia smiles and grabs the shot, but Elena puts her hand over it.
"You're not old enough." Elena says.
"Lighten up, Elena." She says.
"No, Ana, you're not old enough." Anastasia tightens her jaw as she looks at Elena.
"You're not my mother, Elena."
"No, your mother is nothing but ashes in a burned down house, so with Jenna not here then I am the one-"
"You mention my mother one more time Elena and it won't be Damon you fear, it'll be me. I'll rip your throat out with my teeth if you say another word, got it!" Anastasia growls, causing Elena's eyes to widen with fear and surprise. "Good." She says before getting out of her seat. "I'm going for a walk."
She storms out the door and wraps her arms around herself as she leans against the building. She closes her eyes and sighs. Her mind flashes to the fire, causing tears to flow her eyes. She slides down the wall, holding her legs up to her chest and allowing the tears to roll down her face.
"I miss you, mom." Anastasia whispers as she sniffles. Anastasia has always been closer to her father, but she missed her mother so much too. Her mom had always been there for her when she needed a comforting hug and now she has no one. She really could use one of her mother's hugs right now.
She had thought getting away from things and just allowing herself to be carefree that she'd be able to forget all about her past, but her past is never forgotten and it's never gone. It's always around the corner and no matter how fast you run it's always breathing down your neck.
Anastasia cries into her knees, soaking her jeans with her salty tears. She didn't care that her jeans were getting ruined or that her face probably is all blotchy red now. She only cared about crying her pain out because that's the only healthy way of getting rid of it.
"Are you alright, darling?" A thick British accent, causes her to lift her face. The man before her was gorgeous. There was no other words to describe him and he was her mate. Upon looking into his eyes she could feel the connection form and she'll never forget this moment.