The Hunter (Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction)

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I drove up to a three story mansion. It was white with blue trim. This house was built in the 1600's and has been modernized so many times. But it somehow still looks the same.

I really thought I would never come back. I never wanted to.

My stomach started to turn as I stared up at the big intimidating house. So many memories, some good, others....not so good. I kept staring at the house as I put on some sweats and a jacket. I slowly got out of my car, then walked to the edge of the property line and stared.

How the hell can I walk back into that house? Maybe I should go.

No no! Just do it!

I can't it's to soon.

You chicken shit! Just do it.

Um

Put your big girl pants on and just do it!

I finally walked up to the front porch. I gently touched the top of the door bell. It opened like a door to show a little hiding spot. I reached in and grabbed a little key. It was my dads idea. Instead of putting the key under a mat he made a little hiding spot in the doorbell. I laughed at him when he told me his plan. But hey it comes in handy.

I put the key in the lock and turned it.

I entered the gigantic house. Everything looked and smelled the same.

I walked to my left and saw a large living room it had a comfy couch with a matching love seat. It was a centered around a very expensive plasma tv. The room lead to a formal dining room. And I don't mean like family formal, no no, I mean large wooden table with a beautiful glass chandelier hanging down. And big and obnoxious chairs the you see in renaissance movies, formal.

I walked to my right and saw a big open loft with big full length windows. And selves and selves of books. Centuries of books, letters, and journals. History was the theme of this room. Selves of it.

Then there were other selves, filled with other things..... I wouldn't say that my parents were hoarders, but they were pretty damn close. Not all of the selves had books, instead they had plans, for traps. Perfectly sharpened stakes, ravane, wolf venom. A vampire heart stored safely in a jar. It made me sick to see this stuff. The thought of my kind just killing an innocence creature for fun makes me sick. I closed the double doors and hoped I never have to open them again.

I quickly walked away from the room. It brought back to many memories. Then again, everything in this house brought back memories.

I walked deeper into the house. There was a smaller living room, my parents were classy like that, and next to it was an over done kitchen. Granite everywhere, and two large islands. Two stoves, a built in fridge, and a stainless steel sink. Plus a lot of other useless gadgets.

Then to the side was a hand made oak table with four chairs. I couldn't look away from it. It was my favorite piece of the house. I touched the beautiful table. It was scratched and faded. I smiled as I touched a chip on the side. It was my favorite because it was the only thing in this stupid house that wasn't perfect.

Damon's uncle made it for me. He was always so good to me. It was summer of 1855. My parents were gone, they're exact words were "We can't live with a disgrace like you!". Gotta love family. Anyway long story short I was alone and Damon and I were getting closer. His family decided to take me in. When my parents left they took most of the furniture. And uncle David always gave me a hard time about not having a proper table.

<July, 1855>

"Why would I need a table for one person?" I asked laughing.

Damon and I were sitting on the couch, sharing a hand made blanket. We were sitting across from uncle David and Damon's mom Carla.