Innocent Girl

Changing Looks and Grabbed

No family, that's what I've got with Jeremy siding with Elena and Aunt Jenna being dead. I have no one to care for me, anymore. Wonder if leaving Mystic Falls was the best thing that I could do? Or should of I just stayed there and sucked it up? To late to go back now, Jeremy hates me and sided with our older sister. But who cares...?

Oh wait, I do.

I care that he sided with Elena, even if I did take off. He's always been there for me, along with Aunt Jenna. She's dead, though, and my older brother hates me. Great family I have, aren't they? If Elena wasn't born a Petrova Doppelganger, none of this would have happened. Our parents would of died, maybe...but Uncle John and Aunt Jenna wouldn't of been dead. Why do bad things always happen to me? Really do think I'm cursed before or when I was born. That...or I have really bad luck.

But my luck has turned around ever since I left Mystic Falls, which has got me thinking about things. It must be Mystic Falls that's got bad luck, people have always died a lot me in that place than in New York...probably. I don't think I'll ever go to back to that place, it's a curse there. And also, I don't really be the one that dies next time a vampire or hybrid gets angry about something. I like my blood in my veins and my head not broken while laying on the ground, waiting for someone to find me. I want to live, and do whatever I please and whenever I want to, as well.

Standing at the edge of a wooden dock, I raised my arms into the air and let the warm breeze blow my hair back, messing it up but at the moment, I didn't really care. I was free of the supernatural world, along with being last nameless. Grinning, looking out towards the water and yelled "This is my life! And no one is changing it!"

Here and now, I know that I want to the way I look towards people. And make sure that no one can find me if they look for me, because knowing Elena, she'll pretend to care about me and have the Salvatore brother's find me for her. Or try to find me because I won't let them find me and then get dragged back to Mystic Falls. But I don't want to go back. Ever again! There is nothing else there for me, and no one really cares about me...so what's the point? Cause I can't think of any at the moment, so it looks like there isn't any points for me to go back to Mystic Falls.

Three hours later, I walked out of a tattoo shop. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a small mirror and glanced into it. My hair was blonde, with bright green highlights in the front bit of my hair. And I was wearing dark clothing, too. No one would recognize me if I walked around Mystic Falls like this since I used to have black/brown hair before and I liked it. There were tattoos on my body and they were about different things. A bandage on my left foot covered up a feather tattoo, which represented freedom on me. Second tattoo that was covered by a bandage was a small dream catcher on my right wrist, meaning that I love dreams and dream catchers, too. The third tattoo that was covered up by a bandage that wrapped all the way around my waist was a flower, it had black lines twisting away from the center and the tattoo was place on the right side of my hip. New life...new person.

Strolling around the streets, people glanced at me. Most of them spotting the tattoo on my face, and others looking at what I was wearing in public. Full black with the burning hot sun. beating down on everyone that was out and about around this town. Tight black ripped skinny jeans covering my legs, a plain black vest-top with a leather jacket over the top, covering up my arms and black military boots laced tightly up on my feet.

If I dress like this in Mystic Falls, people won't know that it's little innocent Amy Gilbert. They'll know me as badass Amy that will be feared by people. Just like vampires fear the originals. No one will meass with me, or take me for granted anymore.

"How do you know that she'll be here?"

My thoughts stopped, along with walking down the street as I heard a familiar voice speak from behind me. "Well, I don't but it's worth a try. Isn't it?" Stefan asked.

I froze in my spot...great, they found me. But they won't know who I am, though. Will they? Slowly, I turned around and drifted my eyes up to see both of the Salvatore brothers, they were leaned over Damon's car hood and looking at a map that was spread out. Grinning to myself, I plastered a fake but cheerful smile on my face as I made my way over to the Salvatore brothers. "You boys new in town?" I asked, coming a stop as they both turned around and glanced at me.

"You could say that," Stefan answered.

Chuckling a bit, I smiled and crossed my arms in a relaxed and kind way. "So...what brings you to this town then?"

"We're looking for someone," Damon answered, and then turned to look at me. Freezing for a minute, he looked at the tattoo around my eye before continuing. "So why don't you beat it, kid." He snapped.

Holding my hands up in surrender, I backed away and walked off but then stopped. "You know, I pity the woman who ends up with you forever. She'll realize the mistake she made after you've got her in your arms and she can't leave." I said, coldly as I turned around and smirked at Damon before walking off again.

Speeding in front of me, a quite angry Damon bared his fangs at me and black veins appeared below his eyes. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" He yelled, pinning me to the nearest wall and resting his hands on either sides of my head.

"Did I upset you?" I questioned.

Pulling him off of me, Stefan pushed his older brother back towards his car and turned to look at me. "You're not scared?" He asked, titling his head to the side and then continued. "That means that you know about vampires."

"Of course."

He nodded and then said "Then you must know that it isn't a good idea to speak to them like that?"

:Yes, but I don't care. Been around enough of them to know what annoys them, and you're brother wouldn't of hurt me." I said, knowing that I was right about Damon.

"No offence, but you don't know my brother." Stefan snapped.

Grinning at him, I shook my head. "I might not know him, but I do know that he likes people challenging him. Exactly like I had just done because no one dare to speak to him like that, he finds it fun. A challenge." I spoke and then walked off, but not before I saw Stefan nod in agreement with me.

Half way down the street, I heard a voice calling out. "Hey! Wait up!"

Turning around, I saw Stefan jogging after me. "What is it?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"You're coming with us." He stated.

Blinking and thinking, I replayed what Stefan had just said to me. "Excuse me? I'm not going anywhere with you." And after that, I turned around but only to bump into a hard, broad chest.

"Oh yes, you are." Damon said, and spun me around, making me face Stefan as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Wincing at the pain, I tried to block it out and started struggling. "C'mon, let's get you home. People will be happy to see you, Amy." He smirked down at me.

Nice...change my looks, but it didn't work. Just got me grabbed, instead.

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