Take Me Away (The Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Chapter 1

Larissa's POV

"Hello, Mr. Salvatore." Me and my sister say in almost unison, stepping out of the carraige. My blonde hair is let down in loose curls falling past my waist. My dress fitting tightly around my waist, revealing my many curves. Two gentleman stand before us, "Good Afternoon, Ms. Pierce." They nod to both of us with smiles plastered to their faces. "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you." The one to my right says. He must be the eldest, I am guessing they are brothers. Katerina is first to speak. "Would you mind escorting me and my sister to our rooms?" She pauses, flashing them a smile, knowing they will instantly fall for it. "Your father, Mr. Pierce was fond enough to let us stay in your home." Katerina replies. I perk up, "And what a lovely home it is, I may add." I add to Katerina's earlier statement, smiling as well. The boy to my left seems to take interest in me, as he smiles back. I can tell they're already falling head overheels for the both of us. Naive boys. Typical.

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I smile at the memory, returning to my drink. It's been a long time since I have visited Mystic Falls, Virginia. I don't suppose anyone would mind if I stopped by I think to myself, smirking. An idea sparking in my mind. I wonder if the Salvatore boys still live there or perhaps they have moved to visit larger cities. The thought flees from my mind when the bartender asks me for another drink. I nod my head politely, "No, thank you." I smile. "I think i'll be heading off." I begin to get up when the bartender realises I haven't paid. "Mam, you need to pay for those." He grumbles. I grab him by the cuff of his t-shirt and pull him close so he's staring directly at my eyes, "You're going to listen to me." I say, using compulltion. "I don't have to pay, these are on the house, okay?" I tighten my grip on his tshirt, "I'm going to leave and you're going to forget I was ever here, got it?" I snarl. "Yes, mam. You were never here." He replies, dazed. And with that I get up and leave. I slide into the drivers seat of my black sports car turning the volume up to maximum volume. I don't even know what song's playing, probably some stupid pop song. What has gotten into people these days, I never thought in my lifetime that "twerking" or "grinding" would ever be a thing. I suppose that's what happens when you've been around for 307 years. I grip the steering wheel, trying not to lose focus of the road. I'm just a little bit tipsy not too drunk. When you've had as much achohol as I have in my many years of being alive, you almost become immune to it; rarely ever getting drunk. Tonight was an exception. I safely arrive at the hotel compelling the manager to give me a room for free. I come to a door on the top floor, opening it slowly with difficulty, dropping the key several times. Barely audible, I slide into the bed before drifting off to sleep.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of a vaccum running in the room next to mine. I curse, before getting out of bed. "Who the hell vaccums at 8 in the morning!" I groan, then realize that it's actually- holy hell, how is it 12:27 in the afternoon?! I run to the bathroom preparing myself for the awful image i'm about to see in the mirror. My blonde hair is askew, thrown in different places, dark circles are barely visible under my eyelids, and my breath smells that of whiskey and morning breath. I quickly run to my bag pulling out my tooth brush and frantically searching for other items, eventually just giving up and pulling the whole bag into the bathroom with me. I brush my teeth quickly, ridding my self of the horrible smell of whiskey. Then preparing to brush the knots out of my tangled hair. Now that I have successfuly gotten the tangles from my hair, I turn the curling iron on, before reaching into my bag for clean clothes. I find a grey cami, black v-neck, my beloved miss me's, and my grey vans, also I found a cute cheetah scarf that I have long past forgotten about. I slip on my clothes not even caring to change my bra. Once i'm done I quickly curl my hair. Thank god I have thin hair, I think to myslef. I have a friend, Lexi who has terribly thick hair. It takes her over an hour to curl her hair. How ridiculous! I chuckle at my comment, even though I know i'm not very funny. I finish curling my hair, and begin to put the slightest bit of mascara on. Rubbing foundation on to my cheeks, and a quick dash of blush. I grab my duffel bag, that I take with me everywhere, holding nearly all my belongings. My other items are stuffed in the backseat of my car. I check out in the main office and since there seems to be no one around I dash to my car in vampire speed, laughing at the rush it always gives me. Even though i've been doing it for years. I turn on the music, this time to a very lovely song, one that I remember from the early 1980's. John Lennon, I remember, all though I can't quite my finger on the song, but I hum along lightly remembering the 80's quite well. I force the memories out of my mind and focus on the directions to Mystic Falls. I find my sparkly sunglasses on the dashboard quickly pulling them on. All though, I despise the choice of music and dancing of this century, I am fairly fond of the choice of clothing. I drive for another few hours, and suddenly I hear my stomah growl. Realizing it is not a hunger for food or whiskey but a hunger for blood. I haven't fed in days and I've ran out of blood bags. I groan and pull over by a bar. I check the time before stepping out of the car. 4:16, it seems I have enough time to grab a quick snack. I walk down the road minding my own business, when I come across a man in an alley. He soon takes interest in me. Now my hunter side is taking over, I walk over to the man, giggling. I flash him a smile. "Hello, sir. It seems i've lost my way. Could you give me the directions to the closest gas station?" I smile widly.