The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 3

Izabelah's POV

I was so tired. Seriously, seriously tired. All I could think about was Dae and that had kept me up all night. Rosie was at work, teaching, blah, and I was out on deliveries, trying to think straight. Not all too helpful when he'd taken my phone number off one of my business cards and was constantly texting me.

Izzi. Izzi, I know this is your number.

Izabelah, if you do not text me back, then I will tell everyone you're still alive and that you're madly in love with me because we all know you are.

Come on, Iz, I'm at the grill, I'm ordering your favourite bottle of wine and a portion of onion rings with BBQ ribs that have your name on them.

Izabelah, I am seriously getting lonely here and I may just be tempted to piss off the potential werewolf on a full moon.

Oh, he was an absolute idiot. He was going to aggravate one of the few things that could kill him, on the night they could kill him? I didn't want him dead, and I'd run out of deliveries, so I was stuck between practising spells or going and stopping him from being an absolute pillock.

You moron. And blackmailer. I'll be there in 20, I need to change.

Yay! See you then, Fizzy Izzi.

I drove back to the shop, where our flat was as well, and quickly changed into a pair of black shorts, with purple fishnets underneath, a Bring Me The Horizon tee, I loved that band, and a pair of red heels. Flashy, but understated. Make up, I already had on, as I never left the house without it. White eye liner to make my eyes even bigger, lots of mascara and a deep red lipstick.

The Grill wasn't far from the store, so I headed over there, finding the elder Salvatore sat at the bar, a bottle of wine there, and a plate of BBQ ribs and onion rings. "You really are very clingy, did you know that, my Love? But, you sure as hell know what type of wine I like, even after all these years."

"Well, I remember quite a few nights where we got just a little tipsy, and ended up playing poker, which you lost." He grinned, opening the bottle wine and pouring two glasses. "Milady. And, the onion rings in this place are amazing."

To be nice, I took one and had a bite, and the my eyes widened. "Oh, my God... Seriously? 1042 years and these are the best onion rings I've ever had!"

"You see?" He leaned forwards and took a bite out of the one in my hand, making me laugh and slap him away. "Hey, I paid for them, least you can do is share. It's very like a first date, remember?"

"First date?"

He realised he put his foot in it. "Ah. Well, meeting up, as friends, uh... I'm just digging myself deeper here, aren't I?" I nodded at him, still laughing. "Well, let's start completely over here, hi, my name is Damon Salvatore, 170 year old Vampire with a great taste in clothes, less great taste in women until today, and I have a wild mean streak."

"Well, hello, Damon. My name is Izabelah Petrova, I am a 1042 year old year old Immortal Witch who had a daughter at the age of 16, which was rather a long time ago now. I am moody, impulsive and never play by the rules." I held out my hand for him to shake.

Which he took and pumped warmly. "Nice to meet you, Izabelah. So, what brings you to Mystic Falls?"

"My daughter is buried here, as well as most of my family. I missed them." I told him, downing my glass of wine. Something said I was going to need this. Also, I needed to keep my story the same, because I don't think he would be as welcoming me back as warmly as this if he knew I was potentially here to kill my granddaughter, Elena Gilbert.