Mystic Falls

'There is somebody.' Damon suddenly said, a rare rush of emotion filling his eyes. 'She's an old soul, Catherine killed her but she keeps coming back. But there is one problem.'

'Which is?' Elena asked, suddenly hopefully for her once enemy. 'Damon this is love we're talking about, love! If I lost Stephan I'd search everywhere for him.

'Really? You'd go to England?' Damon replied, his sudden good mood flat lining.

'Yes, it's love Damon. And if she keeps coming back, she's been waiting for you and by the sounds of it, not giving up!'

'Yer I guess your right' Damon smiled, the emotion filling his eyes again.

'You guess what' Stephan asked as he entered the room.

'Well dear brother, you're finally getting rid of me, I'm off to England' Damon laughed, hopefully that for once in his long life he has a chance to happy. Despite his bad boy behaviour and I'm too cool to care attitude, deep down inside him was a longing to love and be loved, something Catherine had almost destroyed.

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England, June 14th

I looked up at the sky and sighed, it looked like another rainy day in good old Coventry. I didn't mind the rain, I was the weird one who even though I had a hood to hide from the rain, I'd let the cold drops fall down my skin, their icy fingers chilling my skin. But it didn't bother me, it felt soothing. As if the rain was washing away the pain caused my rubbish life. And believe me; I'm not being dramatic about it being rubbish. I was born into what any one would think was a happy family, a mum and a dad just like normal people. But two sisters and 8 years later, my dad found out he weren't my real dad and buggered off with my mate's mum, who was also my mum's best friend. According to my mum, my real dad held me when I was a day old and that was it. A few years later and another sister, and after an abusive relationship we hid away in a hostel. Apart from that also went wrong. I went wondering to find mum, leaving my little sister alone who also decided to go wondering, and next thing we know were in care again. I don't blame my sister though, that was purely my fault. I should have stayed. But going into care was good for us, apart from the two youngest getting adopted. But we still see them, we'll I did till the accident. Foster care was great for me and other sister, a good home, good food and love. Everything you need to grow up strong. Then the accident happened. We were driving home from our first proper family holiday; all three of my sisters were there. We were driving on down a steep hill when a car below us turned taking up half the road. We tried to slow down but the hill was too steep and our car flipped over the other car, killing everyone but me. Seven important people in my life died that day and since then I've been alone.

So like I said, my life was rubbish. The other driver somehow escaped unscarred, but I would be scarred emotionally and physically for the rest of my life, as a long scar ran all the way down my chest from where the door sliced me as slammed into it. I also had millions of tiny scars on my hands from the shattered glass and a scar on my cheek. Despite everyone knowing how I got my scars, it didn't stop the name calling. And after a time, I gave up trying to go back to normal. Normal just didn't exist anymore, my family were gone and I was stuck once again in a hostel. I didn't know many people there either, I moved in a month after the accident and kept myself to myself, not wanting to get close to anyone. Only bad usually comes from that.

As the heavens opened I smiled, standing still waiting for that first soothing drop. That was when I first noticed him. At first I thought I was seeing things, as unlike the rest of the public he was just standing in the rain, just like me, watching me. He looked tall and had a mass of dark hair that was just begging to be played with. I watched him, wondering why in the world such a guy would be watching me. He smiled when he noticed I was watching him. His smile sent fire rushing through my body and I tried to turn away but I couldn't. I had a desire to carry on watching him; I needed to know who he was. He ran his hands through his soaked hair and looked over at me again, before slowing crossing the road. Something inside was screaming run you idiot run, but I ignored it, a fire burning up a riot inside me.

'You're getting a bit wet there' he smiled his voice deep but gentle, with an American accent.

'I like the rain' I replied simply, noticing his faded green eyes for the first time.

'Me too, but this is a storm you'll catch your death out here' he replied, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around me. his finger brushed past my scar on my cheek and I felt fire start burning within me again as I got a flash of him, dressed in a suit of sorts from the 19th century, smiling his smile that for some unknown reason was now so familiar.

'What was that?' I cried, looking at him, suddenly filled with fear. I was scared of no-one, till now.

'I've got to go' I mumbled weakly, quickly turning on my heel. I ran up the hill and down the road to my apartment, quickly locking myself away before he could follow me. As I collapsed on my bed, the tears started. I didn't know why I was crying, but I couldn't stop. Suddenly I was very afraid of the mysterious stranger, who at first was so perfect was in reality, so very different than I first thought, maybe even dangerous. But despite that I felt a desire to be with him. And that scared me.