First Encounter
Eins nach dem anderen, sag ich mir immer, wenn ich sehe wie lang es schon her ist seit ich ein neues Kapitel gepostet hab. Ich fühl mich furchtbar deswegen! Aber die Schule hat mich ein bisschen aus der Bahn geworfen. Muss meine Wunsch-Zukunft jetzt ein wenig umändern. Aber ich meine FFs werden immer noch ein Teil von ihr sein! FF schreiben hilft mir sogar dabei, also werd ich versuchen dran zu bleiben und möglichst regelmäßig ein neues Kapitel zu posten. Hoffe euch gefällt das neues Kapitel!
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It took Damon some time to snap back into focus. Finally it was an angry female voice which brought him out of his trance.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"Huh? What?"
Damon took of his sunglasses and blinked a few times. The figure that resembled Katherine so much was still there. So it wasn't a hallucination. Could it be...? No, Katherine was dead. She died in his arms those many years ago. Then who was...
"I'm talking to you!" the Katherine copy snapped. "Keep your thoughts on the road, will you? You nearly ran me over!"
"Sorry."
"Sorry?" she repeated incredulously. "I can't believe it."
She shook her head and resumed walking. Watching the first vision of Katherine walking away made him snap out of it.
"Hey, wait!"
She stopped and turned back to him. "Oh, have we finally woken up? Good morning," she added sarcastically.
"I'm sorry. Really. You look familiar," he said. "What's your name?"
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him. "And who are you?"
"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours."
A small smiled tucked at the corners of her lips. "I'm Elena."
"Elena who?"
"Elena Gilbert."
Gilbert? How was this possible?
"You don't look like a Gilbert to me," he stated truthfully.
"Ouch." She frowned at him. "How would you know?"
"I once knew a Gilbert."
"What was name?"
"Jonathan."
"Don't know him," she replied. "But my uncle's name is John Gilbert. Could you mean him?"
"Probably not."
"Hmm... You still haven't told me your name," she reminded him.
"Right. I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore," he told her.
"Salvatore... as in Zach Salvatore from the boarding house?"
"Yeah. Zach's my uncle actually."
"Ah, so you're a cousin of Stefan?" she asked.
Damon's eyes widened in surprised. "You know Stefan?"
"Yeah. We're classmates and he's also my boyfriend."
"Oh, really..."
Cunning bastard, Damon thought. It was so obvious why Stefan was with her. Back then they had been rivals for Katherine's love. Now he was trying to replace Katherine for Elena. Does it work, Damon briefly wondered. Probably not, but he would ask him.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Damon. I've gotta go now," she said.
"Where are you headed?"
"To the graveyard if you must know."
"You go there often?" he mocked.
"Yes, you jerk. Visiting my parents' grave," she explained offended.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he replied sincerely. "So you're parents are dead."
"Yes, they died last spring," she told him sadly but quickly pushed her emotions back and put on a blank face. "So you're here to stay," she continued the small talk.
"That was the plan actually," Damon replied.
"Then I guess I'll see you around."
"Definitely," he confirmed with a smirk and wiggled his brows at her.
Elena shook her head half-amused before she crossed the street. Damon watched her in the rear view mirror until she turned around a corner. Then he put his ray-bans back on and started the engine of his Mustang.
His thoughts were still occupied with that mysterious girl when she arrived at the boarding house where he knew his distant relative Zach and his stupid brother were living.
"Welcome home, Damon," he muttered sarcastically and put his sunglasses into the pocket of his leather jacket.
He had never felt home anywhere for the last 145 years and he still didn't now that he had returned to Mystic Falls. He probably never would.
FLASHBACK
"I like this town. I would like to stay," she informed him.
They were sitting on the grass by the lake. Katherine was leaning against Damon's chest, her eyes closed.
"Please do," Damon agreed. "I despise this town and its people. If you were to stay I would no longer be alone."
"You are not alone. You have your brother and your father," she reminded him softly.
"My father is who I despise the most."
"Hmm..." Katherine mused aloud. "To me this town feels like home."
"And to me every place feels like home if only you are around," Damon replied.
"Those are very nice words, Damon. I feel flattered and happy to make you feel this way," she said and kissed him chastely.
END OF FLASHBACK
Without Katherine in his life every place felt the same, cold and grey and not any could make him feel at home. He missed Katherine terribly. Time didn't heal all wounds after all. He was till hurting like he had lost her only yesterday. But he was also hopeful. He couldn't describe why but he had a hunch that it had something to do with that girl. He wasn't a believer and he definitely wasn't a Buddhist but now might be the time to start believing - in life after death and in reincarnations.
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Ich habe vor immer mal wieder einen Flashback einzubringen, der dann erklärt, was damals geschehen ist und was so in Damons Kopf vorgeht.
Bis demnächst,
eure Asu
