Just Another Love Story (Damon & Stefan Salvatore)

Part 8

It's the next day and I'm doing something stupid that I shouldn't be doing. It's also Friday and it's Halloween. If Em and Kate find out I'm skipping Halloween and not going to Kate's party tonight, they both might kill me. Hopefully I'm done by the end of the day. I went to history because if I didn't Rick would probably get angry with me. I'm at Hiram College where Stefan and Damon's dad works. He's a biology professor. I'm in the biology department.

"Are you lost?" A girl asked me.

"I'm looking for Professor Salvatore."

"Oh I just got out of his lecture. He's in that room right there." She pointed down the hall.

"Thank you." I said and she smiled then I went to his room. I walked in and he was putting a book in his bag up. He looked up. I knew he was sensing I was here.

"Skye Hazard." He said then closed his bag, "Oh what do I owe the honor with?" He said as he put his bag on. He wasn't so happy.

"I need your help with something actually. You might know more than what everyone else has been telling me." I said. He looked over at me.

"You know everything don't you?" He questioned.

"If we are both talking about the same thing then yes and no at the same time."

"Come with me." He passed me and walked out of the room and into the hallway. I followed him. He led me into, I assume, his office. He set his bag on his desk, "Shut the door." He told me and I shut the door, "You want to know about the truth between our families don't you?"

"Not exactly." I replied.

"Then what?" He questioned.

"About what our families are." I told him.

"You want to know the myths." He nodded.

"Yeah, but they aren't exactly myths."

"I know, I'm one of those myths. Can you tell?" He grinned at me. I looked at him questionably.

"You're the same as Stefan and Damon?" I actually can't tell.

"Not exactly." He walked around his desk.

"Well you aren't dead so you're a werewolf?" I wondered.

"And you're a banshee just like the rest of your mother's family." He grinned and crossed his arms, "You want to know more about what you are don't you?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Alright, only if you stop ignoring, or maybe harassing my sons." He leaned against his desk.

"Harassing them? They've been harassing me." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"All they've been doing is questioning and asking me if they could help my brother and I out and also saying if we could talk when I don't want to."

"Well maybe, if you could- wait, what's Sam?" He wondered.

"A kelpie." I told him.

"How much has he grown into one?"

"Of what I know it's just his hearing."

"Ok, his sight is probably gonna be next." He said, "Where are you at?"

"Well yesterday I found out that there are different kinds of banshees."

"Do you know what kind you are?" He wondered.

"Oh what I've experienced so far, I'm on the direction of a silver banshee." I told him. His eyebrows raised a bit.

"Um, what have you been through already?"