Damon Salvatore's GHOST...is haunting me...

Chapter 1 - Valentine's Day

April Young's POV

He follows me...at night.

Especially when i visit Bonnie at her mini-garden. I guess in a way it helps him to connect with the magic around her.

It all started last month on the 14th of February...

Running my hand down my black curls, i realized i was falling asleep. On a Saturday night in Mystic Falls, the town that never sleeps. At the instant of that thought, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. Looks like Rebekah's throwing a party. Oh, she must be loving Elena's absence now. Shes the stereotypical Queen Bee, and oh so much more.

But her vampirism is slowly becoming as secret as my loneliness. She was being utterly reckless.

I got up from my pile of papers and research about mysterious animal attacks outside of Virginia and went to my bathroom. I couldn't stay at home any longer. This boredom was draining the life out of me.

In the bathroom, i stared into my mirror.

I looked truly...dead. More dead than Rebekah Ha.

Grabbing my red glossed brush, i brushed my hair until was more curly than wavy. After that, i got my cherry lipstick and applied lightly to my long lips. Hm, i looked better.

Who said make-up was such a bad thing?

After minutes of finding the right outfit, i found this cute flowery shirt that i rolled down near my naval, with a medium length pinkie-creamy shorts.

I looked normal. If that could happen again.

After putting away one of the first articles i had collected about Elena. It had her face on it bright as the Sun, she was wearing her cheer leading outfit. The article said: HAPPY CHEERLEADERS...ANIMISTIC MURDER!

The contrast was perfect.

You must be thinking, Why the hell is April Young giving a cat's ass about Elena Gilbert killing her lover Damon Salvatore?

Well, i've been trying to help Bonnie find Elena. She ran away from Mystic Falls on the day she murdered Damon. And Bonnie was not just gonna let her friend, her slightly psychotic friend alone. And i honestly...needed to know why she did it. She used to be my babysitter. I loved her kindness then and i loved it now. Well when i first arrived in Mystic Falls. At first she may have lied, which i can kinda understand, but now...now what Elena did is unfathomable.

I'm still bewildered and its been a year. Oh my God, it has been a year. Look at my laptop's time and date, i saw it clear as day: 14th of Feb AKA The day Damon Salvatore died. The day Elena killed a loved one.

Hm, that reminded me of Stefan. He had lost his brother. His only brother...because of a girl he loved completely.

You see, Mystic Falls had nonetheless remained the same, however, after Damon's death things definitely changed.

Klaus left. With Katherine...without her permission. You see she was now his...doppelganger again, thanks to the cure. In that moment thinking about Klaus & Katherine, i wanted to KISS MATT, i mean without him all this history and all this crap would be the most jumbled up mess in my mind. He explained it all one day at the Mystic Falls. He looked so sad like he had lost an arm when he lost Elena. I did mean it when i said i wanted to kiss him.

After contemplating more thoughts on my journey, i had reached the most thumping and pumping home on the street. Rebekah's house. It was blaring out with, no not music, but with LIGHTS! Neon and glowing lights. It was gorgeous except for the inappropriate loud music playing. But hey a party's a party.

Then as i approached the shaking home, i watched as the doors opened and closed in a quick rush. The product of that caused a drunk, smelly Matt to lie on Rebekah's green lawn. He looked so...so damaged. 

He got up and i saw his red eyes. Had he been crying?

I walked up to him and said, "Matt, are you OK?" i thought he hadn't noticed me, but then he looked down and spotted me like i was an ant in his vision, when truly i was standing a few spaces from him.

His breath stank, but still he came closer to me. Too close.

He stroked my face with his rough hands and stared into my big blue eyes. He smiled sensually. His lips started to approach my own, but i still had some self-respect. 

I was not desperate. I'm not gonna kiss a drunk damaged boy. Not tonight.

As my hand was just about to halt his lips to reach mine, a forceful, unnatural wind pushed Matt's figure away from my own. Oh my lord! 

"What was that?" Matt said as he got up the second time from the ground. I just looked at him with disdain, i mean wind is wind, big whoop, Matt needs to go home.

I blinked and opened my eyes widely, "Matt, please just go home now!" i didn't realize the aggression and serious tone in my voice until Matt's whole demeanour shrunk and he swiftly left to a corresponding path.

My mind didn't know if it to feel bad or still feel worry for Matt's deteriorating personality.

Reaching the navy coloured door, i touched the door handle. Rebekah's door was always unlocked.

The handle was crystallized and unbearably cold that my hands would've been able to stiffen and be stuck like ice on it if it wasn't for the shout that came from behind me.

"ELENA!!" said a weird male's voice. It was like a stereo playing a song, right at the end the music fades out. It was just like that.

I immediately turned round. 

And all i saw was shadows and fog mixing together like a witch's cauldron.

No Matt. No Boy. No One.

What was happening round here?

Things couldn't get any crazier.

I pushed through the door and i was proved wrong.

Rebekah was filling her living room with foam, while she began to strip for every single hormonal teenage boy from Mystic Falls staring at her..even some girls were. 

And i was meant to be the 16 year old girl. 

 Writer's Note:

Hello again. Another fanfiction :) Another TVD fanfiction!

Another world to explore.

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