FRANCESCA. ( the vampire diaries)

Chapter Eight

"Stefan, stop running!" I shouted at him as I did my best to keep up. As soon as we had left the bonfire, Stefan hadn't spoken a word to me about what had happened. He did that quite a lot whenever he was too worried about something. And that was more often than I'd like.

We entered our home, and we both spotted Zach sitting at his desk. He looked at us with a frown, not expecting us to get back so soon. He was writing some papers as he usually does but I never really knew what he was writing.

"What's going on?" he asked us, noticing how we were panicking.

"Someone was attacked tonight, Zach, and it wasn't me," Stefan explained quickly before running up the stairs, leaving both Zach and I standing there.

Zach turned to me and sent me a questioning glance. I took a breath before explaining to him what had happened earlier that night. Zach has always been the most vulnerable one when it came to vampire stories and such, so I tried to think about a way to tell him that wouldn't scare him.

"A girl was bitten in the neck, and she was left unconscious in the woods."

Zach's eyes widened at my words. So much for trying to tell him softly. "Bitten? As in...vampire bitten?"

I sighed. "Yes, Zach. Vampire bitten." I turned away before he could ask any further questions and quickly went upstairs, wanting to talk to Stefan before he went to bed. I walked down the corridor, and spotted the door to his room was closed. I grabbed the handle and turned it.

"Hey, Stefan. We need to--"

I stopped mid-sentence when I saw him. Our older brother Damon, standing in Stefan's room.

"Damon?" I almost screeched. Why was he even here. I didn't want him here.

The man who people told me I looked like the most, turned to me with a smirk and opened his arms as if inviting me for a hug. As if I'd ever hug him.

"Hello, Cesca."

That goddamn stupid nickname again. I haven't heard it in years. I stood there, looking at him silently wondering what the hell he wanted in Mystic Falls. I was about to ask him but Stefan beat me to it.

"When did you get here?" Stefan asked him.

"Well, I couldn't miss your first day of school." He smirked at us, walking towards Stefan's shelves and picking random objects, acting like the annoying big brother he was. "I wanna know something. How did you convince Cesca to go to school with you?" He laughed.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, not really in the mood to talk, not to him anyway. Damon noticed me glaring, and sighed. He turned to Stefan and pointed at his hair, quickly changing the subject. "Your hair's different. I like it."

"It's been fifteen years, Damon." Stefan told him.

"Thank God!" Damon exclaimed sarcastically. "I couldn't take another day of the '90s. That horrible grunge look did not suit you."

"As if you looked any better." I shot back.

Damon turned to me and laughed. "I did, as a matter of facts. I'm the better looking sibling out of the three of us. You just have to admit it, dear sister."

"Why are you here?" Stefan asked in frustration.

"I missed my brother and sister," Damon simply replied.

"You hate small towns. It's boring. There's nothing for you to do," Stefan told him.

Damon smirked. "I managed to keep myself busy."

"By biting innocent girls and leaving them for dead, Damon? Is that how you keep yourself busy?" I asked in irritation.

Damon scoffed. "Well, she isn't so dead, is she?"