The Newest Doppelgänger (The Vampire Diaries fan fiction)

Who Am I Living For

{Chapter 12.}

Lydia:

After leaving Gladys' store, Damon and I walked along the street of New Orleans.

" How could you introduce me to a witch I had no idea of?" I asked playfully hitting his arm.

" All I knew was that Gladys could help us. Sorry for not introducing you to her." Damon shrugged.

There was a smooth sounding saxophone coming from an alley nearby. It sounded amazing. Somehow it reminded me of my old neighbourhood, or the 1920s. Which was supposedly popular in this City.

I walked into the alley to see an old man playing a saxophone with his eyes closed.

" Nice playing." I commented. The man opened one of his eyes to look at me, then closed it again.

" Lydia, it isn't safe." Damon grasped my arm and pulled me back. I gave him a confused face.

" Nah little dude. You two ain't gotta be scared for nothing. I stopped being a savage ass werewolf years ago ... The scent still lingers though." The man sounded tired.

" Really?" Damon asked sarcastically. "How?"

" Well, who do y'all think? Werewolves don't just morph into mortals on a daily basis y'know?" The man shrugged.

" A witch?" Damon asked.

" Yup, and after that I started to play the saxophone."

" So how's that going for you, considering you're in the middle of an alley with no audience." Damon said quite cold.

" Shut up Damon." I exclaimed. "Sorry for wasting your time sir." I apologized.

" S'all good. You two ain't waste nothing that I have so much of." The man took off his top hat exposing a bald dented head that was burnt.

" What happened to you?" I asked a bit concerned.

" Is this a joke, or are you just lost?" The man asked giving an icy glare.

" I wouldn't have asked if I knew what had happened to you now would I?" I asked rudely.

" Well, you is that girl that run me over like a pancake three years ago. I was walking across the street and you swung the corner with that psychotic vampire of yours." The man explained. "It's kinda funny that you don't remember something so significant."

I stood there speechless. This was my first time ever being to New Orleans how could I forget about something like this? It must have been a mistake. Then I remembered the conversation I had with Damon in the car about the time we'd first met. He hadn't actually told me the rest of the story because something traumatic must have happened.

" You made me forget ..." I turned to Damon and shook my head walking out of the alley.

" Lydia ..." He called out.

I turned the corner and just kept on walking. This was what Elena meant when she told me not to let Damon trick me. Now I regretted letting myself slip into his open arms but, that was the only place I seemed to fit in.

" Lydia ..." I heard again from behind but, I didn't bother to look back.

The real question on my mind was why anyone would make me forget about nearly killing somebody.

" Please just let me explain ..." Damon had his hands placed on my shoulders. It was then that I realized we were in the lobby of a hotel that wasn't very busy.

" I get it Damon: you're a vampire. I ran over someone and you made me forget, we met and you made me forget. I understand okay? It doesn't matter what happens to me because you've probably made me forget who I am too." I confessed.