Into The Hills

Chapter 1

Stefan's POV

I take another hit of my weed, sitting back on my red lounge chair, business had been slow this week and I'm very curious as to why.

I had just moved to this boring town, Mystic Falls, they call it. I'm not sure why because there isn't much to do here. Virginia is a lonely place.

I blow the smoke out in little breaths, watching it float up into the air and evaporate. The reason I had moved was because a buddy of mine was going back to California to reclaim his turf for drug sales.

Naturally, he knew I was still dealing so he called me asking me if I want a job in this cruddy old town. At first, I was reluctant but when he told me how much he made, I packed my bags from L.A. and headed down here.

L.A. has a lot more entertainment then this town, but it's nice. The cops don't care if you sell, because it's so small, no one's going to know you push drugs, no one cares either, the last news to ever come about this town was some old factory has burned down ten years ago. Other then that news was quiet around this city, gossip however wasn't.

Gossip was the heart of this town, people talking shit about people, getting into others business, I mean what did you expect this is the south.

The only thing good about selling here is the numbers come up in great masses, once every one in the town knows you deal, you get customer's coming from the town next to you, to get some of this action. And it's amazing because even the perfect, social elite soccer mom's want a piece of what you have. And their willing to pay through the nose to get it.

I lean back on my chair, smiling, suddenly I hear a knock on my loft door, the place I live at is huge, a king sized bed, a lounge chair, granite kitchen counter tops, your typical movie drug dealer suite.

I get up, stamping out the last of my joint, I throw on a white t-shirt, fixing my hair.

There's another knock and I roll my eyes annoyed, sometimes my customer's were antsy for their next fix and it was annoying. I slide out the wooden beam, sliding the metal door open. My breath catches in my throat.

I see the one person I could very well live without, my brother, Damon.

He's standing there in a black suit, his shoes shined to perfection, his black hair shiny from the gel, he looks like your typical douche lawyer, he also holds a brief case.

I cross my arms, still standing in the door way, glaring at him.

"What a nice surprise." I say with a deep hint of sarcasm. Because it wasn't nice, I didn't need him to be here. Yes he was my brother, but he was always a pain in my ass.

I'm doing great without him.

I curse my friend, Tom who sold this place to me, he must have told on me, that asshole.

"Hello brother." His deep voice says, and he's so polite and formal to me and I just want to punch him in his stuck up face, I raise my eyebrows at him, a smirk on my lips.

"How did you find me?" I question, curious and he licks his lips in nervousness.

I wait for him to answer, not paying attention to his nervous habits.

Damon was always so nervous, always afraid to take life where he wanted, he never wanted to disappoint our mom and dad, he was always the perfect student, always knowing what he wanted to do, always had a plan. And here I was a drug dealer, who took life as it was everyday, who didn't give a fuck who loved or hated him. I didn't need his pathetic lectures.

"Tom." He says.

I curse under my breath, that son of a bitch.

"Of course." I mutter, sighing, Damon's face begins to blur and his voice sounds less annoying. I smile, knowing my buzz has finally kicked in and I didn't need Damon here to ruin it.