Annabelle Mikaelson, known as Annabelle Denver in Mystic Falls, has been a vampire for centuries. After finally having enough of her Uncle, she travels to Mystic Falls, where she then meets some of her closest friends and all-time crush. However, as...
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Annabelle
MY BODY ACHED from getting little sleep as I walked through the forest. My Uncle had gotten on my last nerve so I took a car and left, but the car broke down almost a mile back and I was forced to walk.
Sure, I could have called my uncle and he would have come for me, but I was too stubborn to. I sighed as my small backpack felt heavy on my back. It had some necessities and my suitcase was still in my car. The crunch of a twig breaking made me freeze, glancing around the dark forest. The sun was going to start rising soon but for now, it was still dark out.
My eyes searched the dark forest as I looked for any sign of someone following me. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a person make it from one side of the forest to another, seeing the flash of their clothes.
Suddenly, they were in front of me, a scream erupting from my lips as I stumbled back. "Well, what a pretty thing you are. I'll almost be sorry to kill you," the man said, baring his fangs at me. Before he could latch onto me, I rolled to the side and took off at vampire speed. I'm sure the man was surprised and the sound of rustling behind me only encouraged me to move faster until I came across a house.
I stopped running at vampire speed, not even glancing over my shoulder. "Help!" I yelled, stumbling up the stairs as I banged on the door. "Help, please!" I turned to see if the man was still there, and sure enough, I could see him watching me with interest.
The door flung open, making me gasp as I whipped around. It was a tall man with dirty blonde hair resting perfectly on his face. I recognized him but I wasn't quite sure how. "Can I help you?"
"Please, there's someone after me," I breathed out and the man's eyes scanned the area.
"There's no one there," the man said slowly. "Hey, how old are you?" Hesitantly, I looked around too, searching for the man but he was gone.
"I'm fifteen," I said quietly and he nodded.
"Oh, what do we have here? Why don't you invite her in, Stefan," another voice spoke from behind the man, Stefan. I swallowed hard as I took in the guy behind Stefan, piercing blue eyes looking back at me. "Come on, little birdie. Why don't you come in?"
I knew better than to step foot in the house. My Dad had taught me better, as well as the rest of my family, but I didn't want to be outside in the dark with the man in the forest. "Okay," I agreed quietly, stepping foot in the house as Stefan glanced up at the other man before shutting the door. Music was blaring through the house and the man, whose name I didn't know, was carrying a bottle of bourbon. Classic, it was my uncle's favorite. My hand tightened around the strap of my backpack as I took in the scene before me, my face paling as I realized I just walked into a house with vampires. There was a girl sitting on the couch, holes in her neck from where fangs had been plunged in. Blood dripped down her neck, onto her cleavage.
"Actually, I need to get going," I said, turning on my feet to see Stefan still standing behind me. He didn't seem to be a threat to me but you can't judge a book by its cover.
"Damon, don't," Stefan warned and I gasped as hands shoved me up against the wall. Damon looked at me with dark eyes, veins appearing under his eyes. As Stefan pushed off the wall, about to interfere, I shoved Damon off of me. My strength surprised him and he flew across the room. When he stood up, he looked annoyed.
"You're a vampire?" Stefan asked, his hands falling at his side. "You smell human."
I glared at Damon, taking a step back as he took a step closer. "Are you from the tomb?" Damon asked, veins slowly receding and fangs retracting.
"The tomb?" I looked at him confused. "What, no. You guys are vampires, right?"
Stefan looked hesitant to answer, glancing over at Damon. "Yeah, we are."
"You're the good guys, I hope?" It came out more like a question, though that wasn't how I meant it.
"I'd like to say we are," Stefan nodded, his arms returning to cross over his chest as he leaned against the wall. I wasn't sure if I should tell them what I was, but I knew I was in no position to be mysterious.
"I'm a vampire, too," I said, though neither of them seemed surprised based on the strength I had. "But I really should get going. I've got to find a place to stay."
Stefan stepped in front of me, smiling gently as he gazed down at me. "You can stay here if you want."
"Oh, Stefan," Damon chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. He was drunk, I was almost sure of it. "Always helping the strays."
"I-I can't intrude," I denied, shaking my head. Besides, I didn't fully trust these vampires.
"You wouldn't be intruding. Trust me, if there's another vampire out there after you, you're safer in here," Stefan explained. I knew better than to trust strangers, but these were vampires and Stefan was nice to me. Besides, I could handle them if they tried to attack me. I knew for a fact I was much older, much stronger than them.
"Okay, thank you. Uhm, do you mind if I get some sleep? I've been traveling all night."
"Yeah, of course," Stefan nodded.
"Wait, little brother, you're not even going to ask our visitor her name?" Damon said, a teasing edge in his voice. He was already getting on my nerves, making me want to throw him across the room again.
"Annabelle," I said, looking at Stefan as I avoided talking to Damon. "Annabelle Denvor." Stefan offered me a smile in return.
"Nice to meet you, Annabelle," Stefan told me. "Come on, I'll show you to a room you can sleep in."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Stefan nodded as he led me upstairs.
"Why are you helping me? I-I mean, I'm grateful, don't get me wrong, but why?" I questioned. Stefan stopped in front of a door, opening it for me.
"You can stay in this room. And to answer your question, I don't know. Something about you just looks...young and innocent I recognize you, I'm just not sure how. But I'm not saying I trust you. However, I'll let you stay here tonight," Stefan explained to me and I gratefully nodded.
"Thank you," I said, offering a smile. I was unsettled by Stefan helping me, a part of me felt like he was going to hurt me if I didn't leave. Yet I shrugged off my worries and eventually, I laid down on the large bed and let sleep overcome me. I kept my bag close in case I needed a weapon. One thing my uncle taught me was to always keep a weapon, usually a stake, on you. That and never let anyone overpower you. He drilled that into my head, claiming that I was too kind-hearted to be fierce enough to scare our enemies away.
After a while of laying there and straining my ears to hear Damon and Stefan conversing downstairs, I eventually fell asleep and didn't wake up until mid-day.
