Looking At You, Holding My Breath, For Once In My Life, I'm Scared To Death (a Damon Salvatore love story)

Looking At You, Holding My Breath, For Once In My Life, I'm Scared To Death (a Damon Salvatore love story)

Name: Anastasia Harris
Age: 17
Appearance: Same as the picture, except she has blue-grey eyes--if you can't view it, she has long, curly brown hair, palish skin, skinny, 5'5". She has wings tattooed on her back.

Chapter 1

The Mission

"You WILL killl the Salvatore brothers, and that little wretch Elena." Klaus commands me, his knife pressing into Ashley's neck.

"Fine. I'll go. But Ashley will remain unharmed. Don't forget, Klaus, that I know how to killl an Original, and I can make it look like an accident. They won't be able to find either of us. You touch a hair on her head, and I WILL find you." I explain, venom in every word I said.

Klaus' eyes widen, and he nods once. I nod in return, and give Ashley a loving look before walking out of the abandoned house.


I pull down the long road, leading to the boarding house, and take a deep breath. Pulling in front of the house, I killl the engine and get out of my black Cadillac CTS Sedan. I fix my white crewneck sweater with a black tiger face on it and walk up to the door, slightly nervous. I don't even have time to knock on it before it opens, revealing a very handsome boy with short, brown hair, brown eyes, and pronounced cheekbones.

"Um, hi. I'm Anastasia Harris? I rented the room?" I introduce, cautious.

His stoic face breaks into a smile, and he says, "Hi, Anastasia. I'm Stefan. Stefan Salvatore. Please, come in."

He moves out of the way and I step in the house, a small smile on my lips.

"Unfortunately, my Uncle works a lot, so you'll see him sometime later. ALSO unfortunately, Damon's--" Stefan begins, leading me into the kitchen, where a shirtless boy in form-fitting jeans and bare feet is drinking something red from a glass -- then I smell it. Blood. Euch. He finishes the glass and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then turning his ice-blue eyes on my blue-grey ones.

"Yep, I'm home, brother. And, who might you be?" he asks me, walking over to Stefan and I while he holds my gaze intently.

"Anastasia Harris. Your new roommate." I say, my small smile staying, at least until Damon takes my left hand and kissses it. I grimace lightly and pull my hand away, the spot where he kisssed it still tingling.

He looks back into my eyes with a seduuctive smile that reveals his white teeth, but suddenly straightens.

"Daaamon...I'm HUNGRY!" a high voice says from the doorway to the kitchen, "Oh! And, um, who are you?"

I cocck my head to the right at the girl, analyzing her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, super skinny. Only wearing a button-down, which I assumed was Damon's.

"Her name is Anastasia. She's our new roommate!" Damon says with a smirk, walking over to the girl and wrapping an arm around her small waist.

"Oh," the girl says, her smile falling, "I'm Caroline. Damon's girlfriend." she introduces, really emphasizing the word 'girlfriend'.

I send her a tight smile and say, "Good for you," I then turn to Stefan, "Can you just show me where my room is? I'd really like to get unpacked and explore the city a bit."

"Sure, Anastasia. C'mon," Stefan answers with a knowing smile, leading me out of the kitchen.

We walk up the wooden staircase, and I can hear Caroline giggling in the kitchen. I roll my eyes, and Stefan chuckles at me, saying, "Sorry about him...he's...special."

I chuckle lightly and say, "It's fine. I'll just ignore him. That's what I usually do with people I don't like, anyways."

He smiles warmly at me as we come up to a closed door. He opens it to reveal a beautiful blue room (http://www.google.com/imgres?q=blue+bedroom+with+a+balcony&um=1&hl=en&safe=active&rls=com.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox&rlz=1I7ADBS&tbm=isch&tbnid=1jGlG9hat9UdpM:&imgrefurl=http://rentalo.com/6022/4bedroomprivate.html&docid=MoGHYQuBjeYyhM&imgurl=http://i.rentalo.com/images/Puerto-Vallarta-Villa-p9_6499_7058519l.jpg&w=479&h=319&ei=3FAMT-2LKpPqggeSw83GBw&zoom=1&biw=1280&bih=552&iact=rc&dur=281&sig=118080460719707702838&page=1&tbnh=107&tbnw=142&start=0&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&tx=87&ty=33) with doors out onto a balcony.

"Oh my goodnes..." I say breathlessly, completely awestruck, "Stefan...this is fantastic."

He chuckles lightly and says, "I'm glad you like it, Anastasia. Well...I should let you get settled in. But I'm just a phone call away -- I left my number on the fridge for you."

"Thanks, Dad!" I say sarcastically with a smile.

Stefan actually laughs and gives me a small wave before going back down the stairs and out the door.

I sit on my new bed, and sigh lightly, thinking. 'Killling Damon will be simple...but Stefan? Not so much. Maybe I could get him to join me...it seems like he hates Damon anyways...oh, I don't know.'

I walk back out of my room and out to my car, popping the trunk and grabbing my first box of stuff.


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