Stronger than the rest

Chapter 1

I slowly step out my car, letting more of the air hit my dead lungs. Every year I would come back to the graves. but this year, this would be my last. I can't dwell on what happened over 100 years ago. It wasn't that significant in my life. Henrik was bigger, but I got over it quickly.

I walk upto the place known as the mystic grill, all eyes on me. a giggle escapes my lips as jealous glares and drooling looks come from people.

"ID?" I turn to the bar tender and smile.

"It's okay. I just want a coke." I reply and he smiles.

"Normally, young teens come in to try and sneak a fake ID. it's a first that one hasn't." the bartender replies before grabbing my drink. I smile as I put down my money. "it's on the house new girl." I giggle before putting my money away.

"How do you know I'm new?" I take a sip of my drink and he chuckles.

"I know most faces here in town. i would remember a pretty one like you." I giggle flirtatiously and he puts a tea towel over his shoulder. "so, I guess you are British due to your accent. rich, beautiful, young."

"You got them right. except I'm 16, not that young." I reply and he laughs. "and. Yes, I'm new. just visiting some graves. I do it every year but I never stay."

"So why stay now?" He asks as he leans towards me. I take a gulp before answering.

"I feel like I should stop morning and live my life. so this will be the last time I'm here. they would want that. And I'm Angel." I say and he chuckles.

"Matt." he replies and I smile. Matt attends to someone else and someone sits next to me.

"What is a girl like you sitting at a bar alone?" The guy says and I chuckle.

"A girl too young for you." I reply as I look at him. my glass slips from my hand at the sight. "no. you can't be real." he finally looks at me with big green eyes.

"Angel?" He asks and the glass smashes against the floor. everyone stops what they are doing and looks at us.

"I have to go." I grab my purse and quickly run out the bar. this can't be happening. he is meant to be dead. It must be my imagination. yeah, I am just going crazy over my dead best friend.

Because Stefan Salvatore, is dead.

I run to my car but I feel someone grab my waist from behind.

"You can't be real." I mutter. "this isn't real." I turn to face him. "you are dead!"

"I'm a vampire Angel." he says and I shake my head.

"No. you can't be." I say and he makes me look into his eyes.

"I am angel. and so is damon" my eyes light up at the mention of damon.

"Can I see him." he sighs before pulling away.

"I don't think that's a good idea. he hates you because you left-" I cut him off.

"How do you remember?"

"When we got turned, all the memories came back." he replies and I nod. "and Damon hates you. He told me. He hates you because you left him. and now isn't a good time. elena, my girlfriend, has been taken. and.. and.... Damon is in love with her." tears come to my eyes at the fact that Damon has moved on. but what did I expect? For him to be alone? No.

"I will help you get her back." I say and he smiles.

"You don't have too." he says but I chuckle.

"If it makes you and Damon happy, ten I will." I say and he smiles before hugging me tightly. "come on, let's get you to the boarding house." he pulls away and frowns.

"How do you know about that?" He asks and I laugh again.

"I have come every year stefan, I know my way round most of this town." I reply and his smile widens.

"We would go there, but we aren't needed there. I will take you to my girlfriends house. but I must warn you, there is a with that doesn't take kindly to vampires." He says with a chuckle.

"I will be fine stefy. I'm older than you realize."