I walk around town, and see someone I don't recognize. "Are you real, or fake?" I ask her. "You can see me?!" She asks, causing me to look at her confused. "Duh, I can see you." I say, matter of factly. We then stand there for like three hours, staring at each other confused. Okay, maybe it was more like three seconds, but that's not important.
"Okay, I'm confused." I say, and she has a flicker of a smile. "My name is Beth Reed." she says, and I nod. "Okay, are you real or fake?" I ask. "Do you ask this question to everyone you meet?" She asks, and I smirk. "Well, considering I'm dead, your the first stranger ive seen in this weird place." I say, and she looks at me confused. "What do you mean?" She asks. "Are you serious?" I ask, and she looks at me still confused.
"How long have you been here?" I ask. "Ive been here for ten years, I believe." She says, and my eyes pop out of my head. "Wait, wait, wait, so you have been here for ten years? All alone?" I ask, and she nods. "Although, I'm not always alone. People visit me." She says, and I look at her. "Im not the only one going crazy?" I ask, and she looks at me confused. "Oh my!" I say stunned causing her to smile.
"Oh, maybe I should tell you my name. I'm.. I'm Jen. Jen Salvatore." I say, and she smiles. I already have so many different names, but ive been here for a month. She doesn't know the old me. Might as well become someone new.
We walk into the Grill, and I grab a bottle of bourbon from the counter. I then grab two glasses, and walk over to the table shes occupying. I pour two cups, and hand one to her. She smiles, and takes a sip from it. "Wait, if you've been here ten years, and I've been here a month, why haven't I seen you before? Wouldn't we have met before?" I ask. "I didn't even realize there was another person in this world." She says, and I smirk.
"Well, is there more than just Mystic Falls, or is that the limit to our prison world?" I ask. "Its only our town." She says, causing me to look at her. "wait, so your originally from this town?" I ask, and she nods. "I was born and grew up here." She says, and I smirk. "This just keeps getting better and better." I say, and she smiles. Looks like I made a new friend.
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Deadly but Silent
FanfictionGrowing up with brothers is hard. Growing up with brothers in the 1800s is hard. Growing up with brothers who keep leeving you is hard. Growing up with Damon and Stefan Salvatore as your brothers is the hardest thing ever. I'm just unfortunate e...