BPOV

History class.

Boring.

Kill me?

Well that's what most high schoolers would be thinking but not me, because that would be too easy right?

Sitting in the back of the room I tried to gather my thoughts.

Vampires again.

Why couldn't I just get normal human high-school just once?

Damon is one good looking blood sucker though.

I'm not really sure why I can't stop thinking about him, he's an evil soulless monster but something about him that makes me want to know more.

"Fleming!"

A loud call startled me from my musings.

Mr. Saltzman stood in front of me his arms crossed angrily over his chest.

"Yes, sir?" I replied pushing down the embarrassment that was threatening to rise.

"I've called your name five times! Do you think because you're some huge Hollywood star that you can sleep in my class?!"

"Not at all sir, I merely have a lot on my mind and I apologize if my lack of attention offended you," I calmly said looking up from the absentmindedly drawn doodles in my notebook.

He looked surprised as he took a small step away from me.

"Well, ms. Fleming why did the south rebel against the north during the civil war?"

"The south didn't agree with the norths idea of a central government and the freedom of slaves, how ever contrary to popular belief slavery wasn't the main reason of the war."

"Very good, but if you had payed attention you would have known we were discussing WWII"

Laughter filled the class room as I glared at my "uncle"

"Well maybe if you didn't drone on about boring things you'd keep my attention"

Just as I finished my comeback the bell rang.

"Class dismissed, except miss Fleming"

With a slight huff I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms.

The class exited the class, most taking a few glances at me as they left.

"I should give you detention for disrespecting me-"

"That's bullshit! You started that!"

"Please let me finish before you blow a gasket"

"Fine" I said with a roll of the eyes.

"I should, but I'm not because I feel that you aren't a normally disrespectful girl and because of the kindness you showed me the other night."

"Well your wrong about one of those, I say what I want to and no detention will stop that"

"I shouldn't but I like your spirit, most kids here are scared to sneeze in class!"

"Let it be known, nothing truly scares me"

I stood and gathered my books and started to walk towards the door.

"Except Damon Salvatore."

The blood in my veins froze at his words.

"This morning when you saw him you paled like you'd seen a ghost, care to explain?"

"You could say there is some... Bad blood between us."

"Wow a female that dislikes Damon that's a first"

"Somehow I doubt that, he's an ass."

"Oh you wound me!" A masculine voice called from behind me causing me to jump.

I grabbed my chest in an attempt to calm my frantic heart.

"Well, well, well if it isn't just the girl I wanted to see." He said smirking at me and grabbing my wrist and dipping down so he was looking me in the eye.

"Let's try this again! What do you know of my kind?" He Demanded his eyes connecting with mine.

"More then I care to know about assholes like you!"

"Ouch your a frisky one aren't you? How are you blocking me?! Vervain?" He demanded once more looking me up and down.

"Damon! That's enough! She's just a kid!"

"No she's isnt! Are you 'Alex'?"

"I'm not a child! And let go of me you jerk!" I said wrenching my wrist free from his grasp.

"Easy there, I'm only trying to have a polite conversation with you, no need to be so rude to me. I mean your really hurting my feelings."

"You're repulsive!" I shouted at him poking him in his nicely chiseled chested.

"Oooooh look what we have here!" He suddenly exclaimed grabbing and hand and pulling my sleeve up further. "It's a bite mark! But thats not possible!" He said turning from sadistic to shocked in seconds.

"Wait what's not possible?" Alaric chose to renter the discussion.

"It's - it's from a cold one"

"Damon don't be ridiculous! They are venomous! She'd be dead or changed"

"That's why it's so impossible!" He said looking pointedly at the worried looking history teacher.

In a flash I was against the wall with a large hand around my throat.

"Why aren't you dead?" He asked flexing his hand in warning not to lie.

"Wh-what are y-you?!" I played the part of a scared little princess to a key.

Smirking at me he tightened his grip ever so slightly.

"Damon stop! She doesn't know anything!"

"Yes she does, Alaric!"

"You're scaring her half to death!"

"That's what she wants us to think! She's not even scared! Her heart isn't pumping fast nor do I smell Adrenaline" he said looking at me with a 'gotcha' expression.

"I swear! I don't know anything! Because don't kill me!" I screeched more annoyed then anything.

"Oh would you shut up! You're screeching is getting on my nerves! You aren't fool anyone!"

He raised his as if the silence me then I was dropped to the ground in flashed.

"Get your filthy hands off my best friend!" And enraged Gary screamed from the door.

My hands went to my throat as I panted for air, from the corner of my eye I could see Damon being held against the wall by some invisible force.

"G-Gary?" I panted out.

"You really are a danger magnet, bells" he replied in a growingly high pitch voice.

"What?" I gasped out.

"Surpise!" He waved a hand across his body and it began so change. His grew taller and slimmer, his masculine body became feminine as his hair grew down to his, urm her waist.

Shocked into silence I looked at a very familiar face smiling down at me.

"Guess who!"

"H-h-h-how?" I squeakedI

"Surpise! I'm a witch, bitch" she giggled as dark spots covered my vision.

My last conscious action was a quiet whisper of her name on my lips before the world went black.

Guess who is back! (If you guessed me you're right!)

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