I smile to myself as I pull into the Mystic Grill, it's been a while since I've seen any of my friends, well except Damon of course because he has a habit of sneaking into my room.
I was wearing a casual outfit, which consisted of a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a black halter top with a sun and a moon on it, a pair of black hightop converse, and slight makeup such as eyeliner, mascara and light lip gloss.
Satisfied, I enter the grill and spot Damon, my best friend, at the bar. He was sitting with Ric and I couldn't fight the small blush that crept up to my cheeks. After semi cooling myself down, I approached them.
Damon was the first to notice me and I could see the smirk on his face, "well well. Sommers finally came out to play."
I smacked his arm playfully, knowing it wouldn't hurt him. "Ha ha, Day. And yes, I finally came to bless you all with my presence, you should be thanking me." I joked dramatically. They were used to this, at least most of them were. The smile on my face went away as I noticed that Damon wasn't his usual self. "What's up Day?"
He sighed, taking a drunk of his bourbon as he knew he couldn't hid anything from me. "I may have fed your sister my blood."
I gasped, "what?" I knew Damon had some sort of feelings for my half sister, Elena. I knew he cared for her. Infact, I wasn't surprised he did what he did, it's Damon. "How did she take it?"
He seemed to be avoiding my eyes, knowing it would give him away. "Oh, I'm sorry Day. You were just trying to protect her." With that I hugged him, and didn't let go until I heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Ah. Gentle men, why so glum?" The voice taunted. I let go of my best friend and turned to the source.
He had dirty blonde hair, a sharp jaw line, a smirk on his blood red lips, pale skin, and gorgeous blue eyes. They held a story I couldn't understand. He seemed to be hiding something, he was damaged. His eyes held sadness, one I haven't seen. But from the smirk on his face, you wouldn't guess he was hurt.
I wasn't paying attention to what was happening, I was too focused on his eyes. I didn't snap out of it until he said, "I'll see you around, love."
But I couldn't get the look of confusion In his eyes out of my mind when he saw me. It was weird, it was like..he was remembering something. Or someone.
"Al!" Damon shakes me I meet his crystal eyes and hum. "You ready to fuck shit up together?"
I smirk as I agree, "hell yeah."
I saw as Alaric looked at me with worry before downing his drink and got up from his seat.
Simply shrugging it off, focused on doing what I do best.
Fucking shit up.
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Dark Paradise
FanfictionAliya Sommers is the daughter of John Gilbert and Jenna Sommers. She goes by Sommers because she never knew John as her father, infact she hardly knew John at all. She knew her mother hated him, and for that she disliked him also. Being the doppel...