Damon Salvatore's Little Secret

Chapter 3: Mystic Grill Strangers

Damon P.O.V.

Alaric, Stefan and I walk into the Mystic Grill to find it packed. I walk over to the bar with Alaric as Stefan walks over to Caroline at their usual booth. I order a bourbon and wait for my drink.

"So what exactly am I suppose to do. I mean technically we didn't break up but, I don't want her to know that I still want to be with her." I tell Alaric as the bar tender slides me my drink. He looks at me and sighs.

"Damon maybe you should just tell her how you feel." he says taking a sip of his drink. I give him a look that basically says 'are you already drunk'.

"look Alaric I appre....." I start but I was interrupted by some girl asking what their best drink is. I look at her she was wearing a pair of black ripped skinney jeans, and old faded Led Zeppelin shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of doc martins.

"Well are you gonna answer me or sit there like a bump on a log?" she asks giving me a weird look. I give her my famous smirk.

"how old are you anyway10?" at this point she looked at me and gasped. Her face seemed really familiar. Stefan walks over and orders a drink and does a double take on the girl sitting next to me. He giives a confused look.

"Dilanie?" he asks looking at her. she looks at him and appears shocked.

"uh that depends are you a cop?" I look at her surprised that she said that, she looks so innocent and she just shrugs.

"and to answer your question I'm 15." she says annoyed. I look at her surprised again at her answer.

"Stefan do you know her?" I ask my brother wondering how he could possibly know this girl. He nods.

"I think I remember her from..... 1920." he says continuing to stare at her. Alaric and I turn to stare at her. her eyes grow wide and she quickly runs out of the grill.

who the hell was she?