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Posted May 1st, 2018
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14.6 Years
Only posting first three chapters right now. It's rather long.

Chapter 1:
Trees and pale green brush passed as the Jeep drove down the dirt and asphalt path. Young Joanne, aged eighteen, sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle, chestnut eyes glazed with a hint of forest green looking out into the woods on both sides of the path. Bark-colored hair was pulled up in a long ponytail that fell down past the middle of her back and arms were placed on her lap, fingers interlocked. An old, musty journal sat on her lap, underneath her hands as well as a black pen. Her face was very pale and was sometimes mistaken for an albino but Jo always corrects them saying, "Albinos have white hair and pink eyes as well." Then she would mutter under her breath with a silent laugh, "Idiots."
But this time was different. Moving was a big deal for Jo. Even if she didn't know many people in her old Indian-tribe-named-town, she lived there all her life with her parents. But no, not now. Her parents were dead and Jo's dumbass of a brother Donovan now got to make all the rules. And the first one was moving to Mystic Falls, a small little place in Virginia. It was a woodsy little place and they had to live in an old boarding house – come on, a boarding house?! Seriously?
Donovan said it was owned by an old family that lived in Mystic Falls for generations. Two brothers owned it and the youngest one offered them two rooms until Donovan could find a good place for the two of them. Jo guessed it wouldn't be too bad for such an old place. It must have old books and journals from the past. Jo had always had a fascination for history, biology, and mythology. You could say in her school she was the best student in those subjects. Ask her anything about anything and she could give you an answer right away instead of just spending hours looking for it on an internet search engine. And the one thing Jo loved the most was mythology and how it tied to specific times in history and how things react to it. She loved all the old myths, but she hated the new stories and how they create a specific creature away from what they really should be.
"Jo, we're here," Donovan spoke, snapping Jo out of her trance. She blinked and looked around, noticing the old, large building of a boarding house. A man, more specifically, a teenager was standing in the front doorway of the building, back against the wood and cement of the siding. His hair was sandy blonde with soft hues of brown throughout. It was spiked up and his face was pale, yet not as pale as Jo's and a smile had spread across his face as the Jeep pulled up. Jo put her head down and looked at the journal in her arms. She heard Donovan open the driver's door and step out.
"Stefan," he said to the boy. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Donovan's voice was definitely happy. Jo didn't know why. She didn't know this man but apparently Donovan did.
"Yes it has," the teenager said, leaning forward off the wall. The two men shook hands and then - Stefan? Right – turned towards the car. "That's Joanne, right?"
Donovan nodded. "Yeah, that's her," Donovan said. "She goes by Jo most times though."
Stefan nodded – he seemed to be taking it all in.
"Oh, and I wanted to warn you Stefan," Donovan began.
"Warn me about what?" Stefan asked him.
"About Jo," Donovan motioned with his head towards the vehicle. "She… she gets really bratty sometimes. She gets arrogant and if she does, just leave her be."
Stefan gave a chuckle. "I know how that is."
"Ah," Donovan nodded. "Right, your brother."
There was silence for a minute.
"Jo, help with the bags," Donovan shouted toward the car.
Jo smiled, opened the passenger door and stepped out with her musty journal under one of her arms and a bag slung over her other shoulder. As she walked towards them, she threw her head back and laughed. "Wow, you're funny," Jo said.
Donovan's teeth clenched together and his face contorted into an angered yet half-amused look.
"I'll wait inside," Jo shouted to the boys without turning around.
Donovan turned to watch Jo as she walked towards the door. "Jo-"
"Donovan, it's alright," Stefan interrupted, putting an arm on his shoulder. "She probably didn't like the move. She can wait in the living room."
Donovan gave a sigh and nodded. "You're probably right."
As soon as Jo approached the door, she reached out and twisted the door knob, letting the door swing open. Her eyes scanned the inside carefully as she stepped inside. "Old, bright… old." She whispered as she stepped down into the living room. She put her journal and bag down, letting herself fall onto the couch.
"This actually might not be too bad," Jo said to herself.
"What won't be too bad?"
Jo looked to the left of the couch and flinched back as she was staring at a man, a bit older than Stefan. A mat of black hair covered his head and his eyes were icy blue and a slight outline of aqua blue. He wore a slick leather jacket and a half-smile was painted on his face. Jo had a high sense of smell and the man's breath smelled metallic. It made Jo's nose twitch.
Jo's eyes narrowed as she realized he was sitting right next to her; extremely close. She inched back until she hit the arm of the chair.
The man cocked his head to the side and his eyes sparkled playfully. "Aw, no 'hello'?" he said.
Jo's jaw locked in place and she gulped down the uneasy feeling in her throat. He reminded her of… her ex-boyfriend… with the black hair, blue eyes, and the bad-boy-don't-give-a-damn look. Her eyes looked down and up him and she spoke, "Who are you? What do you want?"
His head turned back and he raised an eyebrow. He put out a hand and took Jo's hand. She flinched and she scowled as he leaned down to kiss the top of her hand. His eyes flashed to her face. "Damon Salvatore," he spoke. "I live here."
Jo jerked her hand away and grabbed her stuff, jumping to her feet.
"Aw, where are you going?" his voice was playful.
Jo didn't answer – her jaw remained locked in place as she walked away, up the steps to the door, almost colliding with Stefan. She pressed her back against the wall and inched towards the door and once she was out, she walked towards the Jeep. Stefan eyed her then looked at Damon. Donovan stood at Stefan's side.
"What did you do, Damon?" Stefan asked his voice cold.
Damon's eyes narrowed and he lifted his hands up. The expression on his face was innocent. "What makes you think I did anything?"
"You always do something," Stefan said.
Damon shrugged and his expression was agreeing with Stefan. "That's true," Damon spoke.
"So, what did you do to upset Jo?" Stefan asked.
"Oh, her name is Jo," Damon said, looking past Stefan and Donovan at the Jeep in the driveway. "Like Joanne. Sounds… good."
"No, Damon," Stefan snapped.
Damon looked at him, annoyed. "What?"
"Don't hurt her," Stefan said.
"Tsh, I'm not going to hurt her," Damon said, rolling his eyes.
"I don't believe you," Stefan said.
"Exactly," Damon said with a smile. "Stop being so down and help our friends into their new rooms." He got to his feet. "I'm got some errands to run."
"Don't go near Jo," Stefan warned.
"I'm not going to go near her," he said. "Unless, she wants me to." His voice was dark and husky – almost hypnotizing. He walked towards the door and stepped into the sunlight. Then, he was gone; his body had blurred and the next moment was gone.
"That was…" Donovan sighed.
"Sorry about Damon," Stefan apologized. "He can be…"
"No need to explain," Donovan said, raising a hand up, palm up. "Remember I said Jo can be like that?"
Stefan smiled. "Right." He motioned with his hands. "Come on, I'll take you to your room first and then I'll bring Jo to hers."
"Thanks Stefan," Donovan said. "Oh, and is there a television on Jo's room?"
"Yeah, why?"
"She watches television on Thursdays," he said. "She watches the CW with the show called Supernatural."
"Right," Stefan nodded again. "You mentioned she was fascinated in things like that."
"Yeah, but I think her fascination for the supernatural and history will drive her to figure out Mystic Falls' secret," Donovan spoke.
"Oh, I hope not." Stefan heaved a sigh.

Chapter 2:
"So, this is your room, Jo," Stefan said as he opened the door to a large room in his old-fashioned boarding house. It was nice – like Stefan's with a few bookshelves and in between two was a stand with a television resting on top.
Jo stepped inside as Stefan placed a box on her bed. "Cool, thanks." Jo said with a nod.
Stefan nodded back and brushed his hands together. "Hey Jo, if you would like, I'm going to the Grill with my girlfriend and her friend Bonnie. If you would like, you're welcome to join us."
Jo glanced at Stefan after placing her bag and journal on the mahogany desk in the room. She looked away. "Probably not… thanks anyway."
Stefan stepped towards the door, putting his hand against it. He was still looking toward Jo. "Well Jo, maybe you should come."
Jo turned to him with eyes narrowed. "Why?" she asked.
"Well, your brother is working there and… Damon is going to be here." Stefan said.
Jo's jaw locked in place again and anger boiled in her chest. Her hands shook momentarily as adrenaline washed through them. Eyes turned to Stefan and they were a hard glare. "I can take care of myself Stefan," she spoke.
"But Damon is… is well," Stefan began.
"I don't care what he is or what he does," Jo said opening up her journal and sitting down in the chair next to the desk, pulling one leg over the other. "I'm a strong girl, Stefan. I know how to protect myself. Ask Donovan how well I can protect myself."
"Why don't you tell me?" Stefan asked.
"Because I'm not in the mood to say it around a guy," Jo said coldly.
Stefan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Something wrong with guys?"
"You won't get it," Jo growled between her teeth. "Just ask Donovan. He'll tell you more than I want to."
After a few moments, Stefan nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Jo gave a sigh and looked at her journal. She picked up her pen and began to write down in the journal.
February 7th, 2010; 3: 57 PM
Arrived at the Salvatore Boarding House thirty minutes ago. Old – like I expected. What I didn't expect was the black-haired Damon Salvatore. Donovan knows Stefan… not sure how though…
Damon scared me when I came in. He's a dick. Yup, a dick. A big one. Can I come up with any good adjectives for him? Let me think… repulsive, a dick, shameless, corrupt… have I put down he's a dick?
A knock on the door made Jo suddenly jump in her seat. She cleared her throat and rolled her eyes, annoyed. Without looking up, she shouted, "Go away Stefan!"
"It's not Stefan," a voice said, rather close. Jo looked toward the door and noticed it was opened with Damon leaning against it, a smile on his face.
Jo heaved a hated sigh and looked at her journal. She jotted down a few more words…
And speaking of the Devil, here he is. Damn.
Jo turned to Damon, her eyes a death glare. "What do you want, Damon?" she snapped.
"Oh, why so mad?" Damon asked with a playful tone, leaning forward off the door. He took a step toward Jo with hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and eyes locked on Jo. "I just wanted to start a friendly conversation."
Jo's expression did not change. "I'm not in the mood to talk, Damon. Now get out."
A grin spread across Damon's face and he bent down. "Well…" his eyes locked with Jo's and seemed to look deep down into hers. Jo couldn't move her eyes away. "We're going to talk. You want to talk." His eyes were hypnotic and Jo couldn't look away. "You want to tell me what happened back in your old home."
Jo blinked when Damon blinked and she shook her head. She turned to him and her expression grew angered. Her lips pulled back and she got to her feet. "What are you trying to do, Damon?" she snapped.
Damon looked up at her and he seemed shocked. His eyes were confused and his mouth hung open, shocked.
Jo growled under her breath and grabbed her journal, flipping it closed and she walked out of the room with the journal tucked under her arm.
Luckily she saw the Jeep was still in the driveway and Jo snatched the keys from the hook by the door. Damon hadn't followed and Jo was glad – otherwise she would have clocked him in the jaw… hard.
She opened the driver's door to the Jeep and climbed in, putting the keys into the ignition and holding it for two seconds before the engine roared to life. Hands gripping the wheel, knuckles white, Jo pulled out of the driveway and down the path heading in the direction where she thought the town was. What she didn't notice was the confused, hawk-like eyes that watched the car from a second-floor window of the boarding house.
The Grill was a pretty easy place to spot. Hordes of people were gathered outside and it had the usual bar feeling, even on the outside. Jo parked the Jeep across the street from the Grill and she quickly turned off the engine, pulling the eyes out of the ignition. Jo got out of the car and walked towards the Grill, pushing her hands into her pocket. Inside the Grill was even more bar-like than the inside.
Jo's eyes scanned the faculty for Donovan or maybe Stefan. So far, she couldn't find them.
"Jo," a voice said behind her.
Jo spun around and faced Stefan. She put a hand to her chest and her eyes narrowed coldly. "Don't do that, Stefan." She said.
Stefan smiled lightly and nodded. "Sorry," he said. He held out a hand and with his other he motioned toward a few tables in the middle of the Grill. "Come over and sit with us. Elena and Bonnie want to meet you."
Jo stood there for a few moments before finally sighing and nodding. "Sure," she whispered, taking a step forward, indicating for Stefan to lead. Stefan got the idea and lowered his hands, walking towards the group of tables he waved towards a few moments ago. He stopped at one table and pulled up another chair from an empty table and motioned for Jo to sit. He stepped over to an empty seat next to a girl at the table. Slowly, Jo sat down and the two girls at the table smiled towards her.
The first one, sitting next to Stefan looked closest to Jo. She had straight, darker brown hair and hazel eyes and her smile was brilliant. The other one had ivory skin and curly black hair with brown eyes. Her smile too was brilliant. All of them were brilliant.
Great, I'm the only one that looks bad, Jo said to herself.
"Hey, Jo, right?" the one next to Stefan asked in a cheerful tone. She outstretched her hand. "Hi, I'm Elena Gilbert." Jo shook Elena's hand and smiled slightly, awkwardly, and leaned back in her seat.
"And I'm Bonnie Bennet," the other girl said, repeating the same hand action as Elena. Jo shook her hand too.
"Hi, yeah, I'm Jo." Jo said.
"Let me guess, Damon was an ass?" Stefan asked Jo.
Jo couldn't help but chuckle. "Big time." She said.
Elena's eyes narrowed. "What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"Like I would let him," Jo said with a shake of her head. "No, he just came into my room and did this weird thing with his eyes and said, 'We're going to talk. You want to talk. You want to tell me what happened in your old home.' It was weird."
"Did you?" Stefan asked his voice serious.
Jo looked at him. "No," she said. "I stormed out. I wouldn't tell him anything about what happened at my…" she trailed off, putting her head down.
"Uh, well, you don't have to worry about it anymore," Bonnie said. "You're here with us. How 'bout we get you a coffee?"
Jo looked up at her with a smile. "Thanks." She said.
Bonnie smiled back. "No problem," she said waving over a waiter and telling him the order. The waiter nodded and went away to get the coffee.
"Stefan told us you have an ear for history," Elena said. "Is that true?"
Jo nodded. "Yeah. I find it fascinating like folklore."
Elena's eyes narrowed. "Folklore? You're interested in folklore… like myths and legends?"
Jo nodded again. "Yeah. Love all of them."
"Do you like the Twilight series?" Elena asked.
"What? No," Jo asked. "That was such a horrible book series. Vampires don't sparkle – they burn up in the sun and actually do have fangs. And the big thing here – vampires can't get humans pregnant." Jo couldn't help but laugh at the last sentence.
Elena laughed along. "Yeah, I didn't get that either." She agreed. "So, you know so much about vampires, right?"
"A lot," Jo said with a nod. "They're like, the most talked about mythical creature out in the world. I even know about the 'vampire hunts' here in Mystic Falls from 1864."
Stefan's expression grew hard.
"But I know it was all fake," Jo said, leaning back in her seat with hands folding on her lap. "People can believe crazy things. They just hunted poor human beings. The people they captured were walking around in the daylight – vampires can't walk around in the daylight."
Stefan's expression grew calmer.
"Oh," Bonnie whispered, and then her eyes looked down at Jo's hands which were folded on the table. A white-like mark traveled across Jo's right hand and to the middle between her pointer and middle finger. Bonnie's eyes narrowed. "Jo?"
"Hmm?"
"What is that?" Bonnie looked at the mark and the three others followed her gaze.
Jo blinked and her expression became upset. She moved her hands off her table and laid them on her lap, pulling the cuff of the arm of her sweatshirt to cover the mark. She lowered her head.
Bonnie's eyes widened. "Oh, Jo, I didn't mean-" she fell silent. "I… I didn't mean to upset you."
Jo lifted her head and a soft smile grew. She shook her head and spoke: "It's alright," Jo spoke. "That's a… scar. It's from something I can never forget."

Chapter 3:
"My parents died two months ago in a car accident," Jo said, head low, not looking at the two girls or Stefan. "I… my parents and I were driving home from town after picking up some kind of plant. I was sitting in the back seat when it happened. Outside the window, I saw a white blur and then I heard the sound before the crash actually happened."
Jo looked up then, her eyes scanning the three people. They seemed to have upset expressions but were listening intently to Jo's story.
"I remember the car flipping and landing upside down. I smelt gas and tried to call to my parents but they didn't answer. I wanted to get them to answer, but I knew I had to get out first." Jo said her voice cracking. Her eyes felt itchy as she continued, "I was lucky the window next to me was smashed. I crawled out the best I could and when I got to my feet the best I could, that's when I knew I couldn't save my parents. The car exploded right then, knocking me backwards against one of the trees… I woke up in the hospital the next day as the only survivor of that crash." Jo pulled her right hand up and looked at the white, uneven scar along her hand. "This is from the glass cutting into my hand as I crawled through the window to get out of the car. And this," Jo moved her head quickly and pulled part of her sweatshirt away to reveal her neck. Along her neck was a large white spot with vein-like white markings spreading up to her jaw and down her arm.
She heard Bonnie and Elena suck in breath.
Jo turned to them. "This scar, however, I have no idea how I got."
Bonnie's eyes were wide and they seemed to have not noticed the bartender was standing there with the coffee. Stefan got up from his chair and took it from the bartender with a nod, then placed it in front of Jo. Jo nodded to him thankfully.
"I… I'm sorry for bringing it up," Bonnie spoke.
"It's alright," Jo said with a smile after taking a sip from the hot coffee. She scowled a bit.
Strong coffee, she thought. Jo was always used to using a lot of sweeteners and milk in coffee which dulled down the taste from bitter to a sweet, tangy flavor.
"I've been meaning to talk to someone about that," Jo admitted with a faint smile. "Donovan never listens because he thinks whatever I say has to deal with mythology."
Stefan nodded, now understanding the icy relationship between Jo and Donovan.
Jo lowered his head. "He doesn't get me though." She started to draw a mental image on the table with her finger. "It's always this and always that. He thinks I just want to mope around after Anthony and let out my frustration and sadness with reading history books and folklore."
Bonnie's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Who's Anthony?" she asked.
Jo looked up at Bonnie and her face was slightly open like she didn't mean for it to spill out. But now she couldn't avoid it.
"Anthony was… my ex-boyfriend," Jo said, averting her vision from the two girls. "He was…"
"Let me guess… a dick, like me?"
That voice made Jo stiffen and her jaw locked in place. No, he couldn't be here… please, don't let it be him.
A firm hand was placed on Jo's left shoulder and she heard the scraping of a chair. From the looks of Elena, Bonnie, and Stefan, Jo knew it was him. She moved her forest green and chestnut brown gaze to the left. There he was, sitting in the chair, now the hand that was once on her shoulder placed on his lap like the other. A half-smile was spread across his face as he looked in Jo's eyes, sucking her in.
"'He has the crisp, black hair matted to his forehead, and with the aqua eyes like the ocean with the sun shining in the horizon. He isn't tall, but what did it matter? I want him and by the looks he gives me, he wants me too,'" Damon spoke, his voice was soft.
Jo's mouth hung open and after a few moments of staring at him, she clenched her teeth together and her eyes narrowed angrily. "You…. YOU!" she shouted. "You read one of my journals, didn't you?!"
Damon shrugged the smile still on his face.
Jo growled through her teeth and her grip around the coffee tightened.
"Damon, what are you doing here?" Elena asked for Jo, her voice cold.
Damon turned to her and his smile disappeared. "Oh, I just wanted to say hi to Jo is all." He spoke, his lips forming yet another smile.
"Well, I don't you saying 'hi' to me," Jo snapped, turning to Damon. "Now leave me alone!"
Damon stared into Joe's eyes, drawing in her attention where she couldn't move her gaze from his eyes. His pupils dilated as he spoke, "You want me here, next to you," Damon spoke in a low whisper.
"Damon!" Stefan snapped.
Damon turned to him, smile fading. "What?" he asked persistently.
"You know what?" Jo began. Her voice was low and her hands had slipped from the coffee cup. Damon turned to her with a smile as she looked at him then at Elena, Bonnie, and Stefan. Their expressions were upset and shocked. "I… I'll just leave," she spoke, getting up from the table.
Damon blinked and his smile faded once again, his brows furrowing together in confusion.
Jo just left the table, clearly upset and passed the bar where she heard the call from Donovan, "Jo, I didn't know you were here!" he said, attracting a lot of attention towards Jo.
She glared at him and growled through her teeth, "Shut up, dickhead," before walking through the sliding doors and off to the parking lot.
"Jo! Jo!" a voice called as Jo walked for the Jeep. She didn't turn to see who it was; she just continued to walk for the car.
But she heard a running pair of feet and she saw Elena stopping at her side. Bonnie wasn't close behind.
"Jo, please stop," Elena pleaded.
Jo lifted her head up and stopped in her tracks, turning to Elena and Bonnie with hands crossed against her chest.
"He recited something from your journal?" Bonnie asked.
"One of my journals," Jo said. "I have a few dozen."
"Who was he describing?" Elena asked.
Jo averted her eyes, and then looked back. "My ex-boyfriend, Anthony."
"From the description… he sounds like Damon," Elena whispered.
Jo took in a long breath, nodding.
There was a long moment of silence.
"Hey Jo, Elena and I are having an all-girls party tonight at my grandmother's house," Bonnie began. "You're welcome to come if you'd like?"
"Yeah, Damon and Stefan won't be there," Elena added.
Jo looked at them and she cocked an eyebrow. "No Damon?"
A smile grew on Elena's face. "No Damon," she said.
Jo gave a sigh. "I guess that'll be alright." She said.
"Great," Bonnie said. Then she looked at Elena. "I'll tell my grandmother we have another guest."
Elena nodded.
Bonnie looked back at Jo. "We'll pick you up from the boarding house at six?"
"Sure," Jo said.
"Great."
Yeah, great. Jo said to herself.

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