Anastasia

Kristen

I don't know how, but the next thing I knew it was morning, I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes Damon wasn't in the bed next to me, instead it was Robert, seriously will this man ever leave me alone,

"Howdy" he greeted laying on his back, I sat up

"What do you want" I asked bored

"That's not a nice way to greet a guest" he feined hurt, hand on chest, I raised an eyebrow crossing my arms I stood up now out of bed

"Well a guest wouldn't lay down next to the host, in her bed" I said without thinking as I made the bed, causing him to also stand up

"Your bed?" He questioned with a smirk, my cheeks burned

"Damon's bed" I tried to rectify, but Robert shook his head

"Your bed" he said with a smirk

"Shut up" I threw a pillow at him but it didn't touch him, just went right through him, he laughed hard, I left the room slamming the door behind me, I walked into Damon, I was frustrated, my cheeks were still red, Damon raised an eyebrow

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked I looked towards his room at his door, with hands on hips I looked at him again

"Nothing" I shook my head, calming down a little, Damon nodded

"I heard you walking around, so came to tell you that breakfast is ready" he told me, pointing towards the stairs with his thumb and head, I nodded and followed him.

In the kitchen I was greeted by Robert, he was sat at the dining table

"Will you please leave, or tell me why you're here" I said angrily, Damon looked from me to the 'empty' chair in front of me, and realised it was probably a ghost, so without saying anything he went over to the sink, and pretended to wash dishes, how did I know he was pretending? The sink was empty, it was the first thing I noticed when I entered the kitchen.

"I only came to ask you if you were okay, clearly you're fine, and happy, so I'm going to leave" with that said he disappeared, I didn't know weather he was happy or not, but at that time I didn't care.

"Problem?" Damon asked as I was eating bacon, sausages and hash browns, I shook my head no, I went on to explain how Robert had been laying on the bed next to me when I had woken up, and that had really angered me, I didn't tell him how I had accidentally called his room my room, and how embarrassed I had been. Damon seemed to be happy with my explanation and we ate without talking.

I decided to go for a walk after breakfast, after a small discussion we decided I would go alone, that way there was no way of getting angry at the way people look at Damon. I was walking mindlessly around the coven, thinking about this morning, Damon, Robert, Kristen, Thomas, home, it was busy in my head.

After about fifteen minutes I found myself in the library, I smiled to myself, this was my heaven, in any realm, and my body knew it, I went to the fiction section and was walking up the aisle, looking for a good book when I nearly walked into someone, I looked towards them to apologise, standing in front was Kristen,

"Hi" I greeted without saying anything Kristen started to walk away, I turned around to follow her "wait, please" I called, she stopped then turned to face me, one hand on hip, not looking happy, I looked away for a second, then turned to see her "I'm sorry about the other day...." she stopped my apology midway with a rise of her hand

"My dad explained to me last night why you did what you did, it's fine, apology accepted" she seemed angry, frustrated, and upset, she definitely wasn't fine, but without saying anything else she started to walk away again

"Wait, please, can we please talk?" I asked, she turned to face me again

"Look I forgive you, okay?, but that doesn't mean we can be friends" she turned away and before I could stop her she blinked, I sighed, well no one can say I didn't try, right? My search for a book resumed.

I found a book, called 'last time' I opened the book to a random page, somewhere in the middle and proceeded to read the first paragraph

'Jodie knew that Darren would look for her, even as she hid from him, she was crying quietly now, she was scared he would find her, she needed to escape but for some reason she couldn't blink, maybe it was the tears, maybe Darren drugged her, who knew, she soon heard footsteps, she covered her mouth so Darren could not hear her, she pleaded, in her mind, with the gods to save her' I closed the book, it seemed interesting, I carried the book to a comfortable looking green recliner, I sat down in the chair with my legs crossed underneath me, I opened the book to the first page, a thank you note from the author to his father, his daughter, and me, the reader, for reading this book.

(A.n, as a reader, I do this all the time, I open a book to a random page and read a paragraph, if I like what I read, I will read the book, looking forward to finding out what happens for the character to be where they are, if I don't like what I read I put the book away and find another, it helps me find a book I'll like, a book I will not get bored of).

About an hour into the book I felt a presence behind, I jumped and turned around to see a man leaning in, he must've been reading the book over my shoulder, the man was leaning over the recliner with his elbows

"Can I help you?" I asked a little angry, no one disturbs me when I'm reading, no one. The man stood straight up, he had brown hair, that was combed back, and brown eyes, wearing a black t shirt with black pants, he reminded me of Damon, he looked nothing like him, but he reminded me of him, he turned to look behind him, happy there was no one there, he turned, pointing to himself he spoke

"You talking to me?" He asked as if that was weird, or something I noticed he also had a ring similar to the one Dsmon wore, coincidence? Or was he a vampire too.

"No" I said sarcastically "I'm talking to Dumbledore" I sat again properly and decided to resume reading but....

"So, what you're reading?" He asked jumping into the recliner next to me, I slammed the book shut, turned to face him, and gave him a sarcastic smile

"Harry Potter and the death of the person who won't let me read" I told him, my teeth gritted

"Robert, leave her alone" Damon was here, looking at the recliner next to me, I looked from Damon to the man sat next to me, the man winked at me and smiled a half smile, the way Damon always does, I realised then I was talking to a spirit.

"Its not Robert, Damon it's....." I stopped and looked at the brown haired man sitting next to me, as if to ask him what his name was, he stood up, put his hands in his pocket and turned away, I wanted to call after him but he turned his head

"My name is Ryan" he told me before he disappeared.

"Ryan, Not Robert, Hmm, I didnt realise he was a ghost" I said more to myself than Damon, but Damon looked a cross between worried, and confused, his eyes were squinted, it worried me, I stood up and I put the book in the chair, I walked over to him "hey, you okay?" I asked as I touched his face with my hand. He looked deep in thought, as if only waking up, he took a deep breath and looked at me

"I'm fine" he lied, I raised an eyebrow as if to say yeah right, he gave me his signature one sided smirk. He wasn't fine, but he didn't want to talk about it, I let it go, for now.

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