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Sitting in the town square was one of my favorite spots. Especially on a sunny day like today. It also helped me focus on the studying I had been ignoring, seeing as I had my semester finals coming up. But of course, like all things in this town, it was ruined by a Salvatore.
"Dove!" I groaned and began packing my bag, ready to abandon Damon before he could recruit me for some suicide mission to save Elena. Before I could leave though he was right beside me, so I smiled at him sweetly, too sweet, "What can I help you with Damon? A spell? Maybe a little bite to eat?"
He frowned, clearly unamused, "I need you to come with Bonnie and me to the dead witches' burial site."
"No."
He dared to look shocked, "What?"
I stared at him defiantly, trying not to show how much this affected me, "I said no. I don't want to be around Bonnie."
He scoffed, "Look if this is about the other night-"
I cut him off, not wanting to hear him brush it off, "Do you know what it's like Damon? To be an outcast just because you're different? I can't be around witches because I'm an abomination. I can't be with humans because I'm not one. And I can't be with my kind because siphoners are hunted down the moment they're born! Do you know why? Because the world believes we're abominations. I just didn't think my 'friends' did too."
A pitiful look was in his eyes, and I hated it. I grabbed my bag and started to walk away, "Just leave me out of it. Unless someone I care for is involved."
A hand grabbed my arm, harsh enough I knew it would bruise, "You're going to help figure out how to save Elena."
"I'm not going to do anything!" I siphoned him, causing him to fall to his knees in pain, "I think you forget, Damon, who has the power here."
"Why?" He asked as I finally walked away from him, this time for good. I turned to look at him, anger clear in my eyes, "What have any of you ever done for me to warrant my help? Besides toss me aside time and time again, only to pick me back up when I'm useful."
I began walking home, hoping no one had seen the spectacle between the two of us. Just as I was out of the town square, someone stepped in front of me. She was beautiful, with dark hair and bright blue eyes. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn't figure out how. She smiled, "Boy troubles?"
I tilted my head slightly in confusion, "I'm sorry?"
Her smile didn't waver as she walked closer, "I couldn't help but notice that you were talking to Damon Salvatore, and he's always trouble."
"Do I know you?" I asked, hoping to either end this conversation or end her if she proved dangerous. She stuck out her hand, "Sorry, I tend to forget how to be human sometimes. I'm Isobel, Elena's mother."
