What happens when you live with the Salvatore brothers? [Being Edited]

How it all started??

Chapter One.

I walked down the road, almost hiding in the darkness of the night & just minding my own drunk self. It was a bit chilly out, and I couldn't help but giggle when the wind tickled my neck. The streetlights were lit up, and the only thing keeping me from being blind in the dark.

I just kept walking past house after house, not really knowing were I was going.

Suddenly there's a charming stranger standing in front of me, a cold smirk on his face, and a hungry look in his eyes. My eyes couldn't help but light up at the beauty of him. The condition I was in would not help me at all, after all I could barely walk in a straight line. While I didn't understand the danger of the situation, I noticed he was leaning closer to my neck. Something that looked awfully alot like fangs sticking out from his mouth just the tiniest bit.

Just as he was about to sink his fangs into my throat, I caught hold on one of his fangs. To say he was shocked was an understatement. His face was filled with shock and surprise. It was adorable, him looking like such a confused little puppy.

Once he snapped out of it he stepped back, my hand no longer touching his very odd shaped teeth.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, sounding sort of frustrated. I just giggled at the weird and very handsome man in front of me, while staring at his teeth. They were slowly sinking into his flesh, making him look normal again.

“Were those real?” I asked, a bit shocked and dazed. I stared at me for a moment, as if trying to deside how or what he should answer.

“Yeah, they are. Doubt it?” he said, sounding all confident, almost a bit cocky. A playful smirk was playing on his lips after the words were said.

“Yeah, I do actually. Can I punch you in the face and see if they fall out?” I asked jokingly.

“Now, that's not very nice” he said, faking a frown while I quietly giggled to myself.

“Okay, If you can show me more vampires like you, then I believe you” I said, smirking up at him. Where did this boldness come from? See, this is why me, and drunk should not be put together.

“Deal, but only one” he said, surprising me.

“Yeah, one is good enough for me” I said, eagerly wanting to see another vampire, and wanting to know that he wasn't just joking.

“Okay. Come on, lets go” he said, grabbing my arm as he started walking. The oddly pleasant feeling of his slightly cold hand on my bare arm made me confused for a second, before remembering what he just said.

“Where are we going?” I asked, using him as support as we walked.

“To my house, that's where you will meet him”.

“Who's 'him'?” I though we were going to see another vampire?

“The other vampire” the words left his lips, Oh... I knew that!

As we walked, he started a conversation.

“So what's your name?” how rude off me!

“Oh, sorry. I totally forgot to tell you. Hi, i'm Sam. And you?”.

“Damon, Damon Salvatore” he said, a smile lightening up his face.

“Well, Damon Salvatore, it's a pleasure to meet you” I said, trying to sound all old fashioned, but failing “So what's the name of the vampire you're taking me to, huh?” I asked.

“Oh, him. He's my little brother, Stefan. Though Saint Stefan suits him better” he muttered the last part, making me smile.

“Saint Stefan?”.

“Yeah, he's all for the peace and love, doesn't like to fight and all that stuff” he said, almost sounding a bit annoyed, while shrugging his shoulders and frowning.

“Ah, okay.. Hey... I have one more question, can I...?” I asked, almost quietly, while staring up at him.

“Yeah, sure. No that we're all buddy-buddy, no need to be afraid. Just ask” he said slowly, smiling down at me.

“How old are you? Seeing as vampires don't get old and all” I wish I was one of them...

“I'm around 165 years old, I guess. I was turned when I was 23 though” my thoughts were spinning around in my head, the alcohol stopping me from thinking clearly.

“We're here...” he said, stopping me from all thoughts.