Samantha returns back to Mystic Falls to help her sister after her parents death. Unexpected, mysterious things started happening in the tiny town. Sudden death, bite marks, and people drained of blood appear. Sam's world has been a dull grey since...
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I follow Elena down the stairs and over to the front door. Elena swings open the door, and my jaw drops open at the sight of Uncle John.
"Elena," John comments with a wide smile on his face. Jenna's head perks up from the kitchen and she rushes over, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Uncle John. Hi," Elena greets him with confusion.
"Jenna," John nods his head, his eyes meeting hers.
"John, you made it," Jenna says with disappointment.
"Said I'd be in by noon," John replies, stepping inside the house.
"Oh, what you say and what you do are typically two very different things," Jenna retorts harshly, eyeing him with disgust.
"I think it's time for you two to go to school," I announce, clearing my throat as Jeremy hops down the stairs. Elena shoots me a tiny grin and nods her head, leaving out the door with Jeremy.
I turn towards John, and I drop the fake smile off my face. "So, what trouble are you trying to cause now?" I ask curiously, leaning my shoulder against the wall. John inhales sharply and lets out a tiny chuckle.
"What are you doing back?" he asks firmly, avoiding the question. I raise an eyebrow with interest, and I chew on my bottom lip.
"I had to come back after Miranda and Grayson died. So, John, did you know that Elena was adopted?" I ask and his eyes slightly widen. He clenches his jaw and I roll my eyes with annoyance.
"Like John would actually tell the truth," Jenna scoffs out, a cup of coffee in her hand and I shoot John a harsh glare. I head up the stairs and open the door to my bedroom, finding Damon laying down on my bed, my pillow in his hands.
He looks up, his blue eyes meeting mine and a smirk forms on his face. "What are you doing here?" I ask with confusion, letting out a tiny groan of annoyance.
"Did you know that your uncle's been kicking it with the Founder's council?" Damon asks, fiddling around with my pillow.
"John, seriously? Great, we can just add it to a list of our growing problems. Also, John's not my uncle, remember?" I point out and he bobs his head.
"Right, adopted. Elena's stealing your spotlight," Damon comments, quickly standing up from my bed. I let out a tiny scoff and shoot him a harsh glance.
"Whatever, are you going to the party at the Lockwood's? It's the Founder's Day 150th anniversary," I ask and he knits his eyebrows together.
"I have to. After all, my little brother and I are a part of the Founding families," Damon shrugs his shoulders, his carelessness showing through.
"Well, you can have fun by yourself. Without a date," I sigh out, pointing my finger over to my door, signaling him to leave.
"Come on, don't be a downer," Damon begs me, pouting with his plump pink lips. I place my hands on my hips and lean my head back, pondering in my mind.
"Fine, but don't make me regret this," I warn him, waving my finger in his face and his blue eyes glisten in the sunlight.
I walk up the large stairs up to the entrance where Damon stands with an all black suit on and his hair neatly combed away from his face.
"You look nice," he comments, his eyes snaking down my body. I let out a tiny scoff and he holds out his arm. I hang onto Damon's arm as we step inside the Lockwood household, pop music blasting loudly and Damon lets out a tiny chuckle.
"What the hell is up with Stefan?" I ask with confusion, my eyes locking onto him and Elena on the dance floor with the groups of another couples.
"Ever since Elena gave him a taste of her blood, he's been fun. See, I think he's trying to steal my spotlight now," Damon announces with a teasing tone and I nudge his shoulder.
My eyes lock onto Jeremy standing in the crowd with a drink in his hand. "Jeremy looks like he's blending into the crowd," I state with relief.
"That would be great if he stopped questioning Vicki's death. 'But Sheriff, somebody buried her, who would do that to her?' I know, I did," Damon scoffs out with annoyance and I shoot him a firm glare.
"Look, go have fun and I'll see you after the party, okay?" I reassure him, wondering off and over to my sister.
"You showed up with Damon? How's that going?" Elena asks, a tiny grin across her face.
"Practically begged me to come, but I couldn't miss out on a little fun," I comment, and she nods her head. My eyes lock onto Damon's as he stands over by the entrance, tilting his head with wide eyes, almost signaling me.
Elena shoots me a glance and I rush over to Damon, following him outside into the darkness.
"We have a problem, Sam and when I say problem, I mean global crisis. Seems uncle John has a ring that brings him back to life," Damon announces with anger and my eyes widen.
"Just like Alaric's? God, we are so screwed," I mumble out, glancing back at John inside the party.
