My Best Friend -Stefan Salvatore-

The First Day

          I knocked on the large wooden door and waited with one hand on my hip and the other checking my chipped nail polish. The door finally opened.
"You know, you-" I turned to look at who I thought was Stefan, but was another man, and cut myself off. I squinted my eyes at him in suspicion. I dropped my hands and sighed. "Is Stefan here?" I asked looking behind him a little.
"Who are you?" He asked, sternly. I smirked a little and then chuckled.
"A friend, and you?" I asked firing the question back at him.
"Stefan's uncle." I raised my eyebrow and shook my head.
"Giuseppe never had a brother, you must be a distant nephew." I stated. He stepped back a little and I smiled. "I'm Amelia Natasza Gorka, but my name here is Amy Gorden. I was an old friend to Stefan." I tried to take a step closer and reach my hand out for him to shake, but the threshold stopped me. "500 years and I still forget about that." I muttered. "Anyway, is Ste- Oh, Stefan." I started but my eyes found Stefan standing behind this relative of his.
"Amelia." Stefan smiled and stepped out of the house and me. I laughed and let a few tears leak out, of happiness. After we let go, Stefan turned to his 'uncle'.
"You can let her in, she can be trusted." He said walking into the house and waiting for me to follow.
"You can come in. I'm Zach Salvatore, distant nephew, like you said." He smiled and shook my hand.
"Pleasure to meet you uncle Zach." I stressed the word uncle, and giggled. "So Mr. Salvatore, what have you been doing for the past century?" I asked walking behind Stefan, into the foyer.
"Oh you know, a little ripper here and there, Damon making it his life goal to make my life miserable, and feeding off of animals." He replied and poured himself some whiskey. "Drink?" He gestured to the bottle.
"How could I ever turn down whiskey." I smiled and he poured me a glass as well. "So from what I hear, you got the ripper gene, Damon is still and asshole, and you feed on little critters in the woods?" I never saw Damon, but I heard quite a few things about him and how destructive he is in some cities. I shuddered at the thought of having to feed of animals. "Animal diets gross me out. I also can't help but feel bad for the cute little animals." I grabbed my drink and downed it in one swift motion, took Stefan's glass and downed his as well. He gave me a playful glare, and I surrendered my hands. "Hey, you're the one who offered me my favorite drink." I laughed and plopped down onto the comfy couch.
"And what about you?" Stefan asked, pouring him and I another glass. I swirled my drink around a little, before shrugging and swallowing it. "Nothing? Nothing at all? Your life can't be that boring." I stayed silent, but sat up and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at Stefan, who migrated to the opposite couch.
"How old are you?" Zach spoke, I pretty much forgot he was even here. I turned my torso to face him and smiled.
"537. Ooh, birthday is coming up." I pursed my lips thinking about it.
"Where were you born and raised?" Zach asked again. Very curious this human.
"Poland, born on June 12, 1472. After my family was slaughtered, bar my brother, we ran and lived in Italy before he died of an incurable disease." I answered, thinking of every detail that night I came home.

My father, lying on the floor with his stomach opened and the walls were decorated with his insides. My mother, whose head was bashed into the desk she sat at, as she wrote a letter with her blood instead of ink. My handmaid, on the bed with the sheets, she worked so hard to get clean every night, stained with her own blood, and her throat cut open. The second worst thing about that night was seeing my brother in so much pain after our family was killed. The first, was having to comfort my younger brother, after he watched his twin sister hanged from our own ceiling. I thought nothing could get any worse after that, but once my last remaining family member died, that's what sent me off the deep end.

    I shook my head trying to clear the thoughts, and looked to see Stefan with a concerned face, and Zach with an intrigued look. I smiled at Stefan and stood up and sat down next to him. I closed my eyes and let my head rest on his shoulder.
   "How old are you now?" I mumbled the question tiredly.
   "161. Ooh, birthday is coming up soon." I heard him mimicking my voice. I giggled and told him to shut up.
   "Did Kathrine turn you?" I asked, genuinely curious if she did it. He nodded and I let out a huff of air.    "What a bitch." I smiled and stood again, this time Stefan came with. "I should probably get home," I gave him another big hug and smiled, then faced Zach and held out my hand. "It was nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll see you again soon." And with that I left.