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𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 - ( 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎 )
Rowan Kershaw walked down 7th Avenue , her eyes surveying Town Square , displaying in front of her . She quickened her pace and reached 46th street with a rapid view on the Rockerfeller center . The girl held the door for her neighbour and ran up the stairs to her 6th floor flat . As she dropped her coat on the wooden floor , she turned the radio on to listen to the news.
" Yesterday , Cassidy Lively was reported missing . The young woman was leaving her workplace near Soho and she didn't come home . Her husband , Vincent Lively , called the police which resulted into a big search in the district . The woman was tall , blonde , blue eyes and wore a black tailored coat and navy dress pants . Call 033-657-"
After listening to the every words of the reporter , Rowan shut the machine off and stopped pouring herself a glass of whiskey to think. Her nails began drumming on the tiled counter and she drew in a breath , slightly interpelled. Suddenly breaking her train of thoughts , a small knock on the door caught her attention , making her leap from her seat , expecting her brother who probably arrived sooner . She made it to the door and as she opened it , she found herself face to face with a total stranger . Instead of being surprised , she arched a brow with a nasty look. The guy wasn't too bad... Okay he was gorgeous . But not the type to make the girl get nicer instantly . He had great ice blue eyes and tousled hair , a chiseled jaw and a weird look on his face . Rowan cringed at the thought that maybe he was homeless or wanted to use the bathroom , only that was way to awkward .
" Can I help you ? " Rowan asked , leaning against the doorframe , her feet on the treshold.
The guy motioned to his shoulder , where his shirt was ripped and torn , covered in dry blood stains.
" Are you Rowan Kershaw ? " he asked .
The girl looked deeper to his shoulder and noticed that his wound was particular , like fangs were planted inside. That's when it hit her , he was dying and a werewolf had bit him .
" That's the name yeah. And you are ? "
The guy adjusted his leather jacket to cover his injury and Rowan caught sight of a daylight ring on his finger.
" Damon Salvatore . And I need your help . "
The young woman saw in his eyes something familiar and the mention of his name made her open the way and close the door behind him .
" When did that happen ? " she asked , emphasizing on the when .
Damon Salvatore shrugged and crawled in her huge sofa , groaning in relief.
" 2 days or 3 . Was with a friend in the forest to hunt and was bit by one of these motherfuckers."
Rowan sat on the armchair , in front of him and studied his hurt features and the pain streaming down his face .
