Chapter 4

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       "Who are you and why are you in my house kid?" Said a voice I most definitely didn't know. I turned around and there behind was a,I hate to admit, handsome guy. He looked older than me but not older than my dad. He had raven colored hair and icy blue eyes. He seemed dangerous but I could sense that there was more than that. Then I thought about what he said. 'His house'. What is he talking about? This is MY house. 

      "I have no clue what your talking about cause this is my house. Me and my dad leave here. I think if you lived here then I think I would of noticed." I said with sass in my voice. So what if he was a stranger who could be a cereal killer? I wasn't gonna let him take the place me and my dad loved. " Wait your dad? Hold on for a second. Stefan come down here and meet this Girl Scout". I gave him my best glare. " Hate to break it to you but you look more like a Girl Scout than me" I said. I could tell he was getting annoyed with me. Mission accomplished. 

     A minute later another guy came down the stairs. Hopefully he wasn't like Stupid over here. He admittedly was handsome too. Maybe it was a family thing. He had brown hair and sorta like forest green eyes. He seemed kind and understanding but with a dark past. I definitely think I was gonna like him better. " Damon who's this?" 

     Ok so blue eyes is Damon and green eyes is Stefan. "I have no clue she won't tell me. She says her and her dad live here." Damon said. Stefan looked at me than kneeled down to my height. "Hey if you just tell us your name we'll try to help you" Stefan said. 

    " Tell me your names first" I said. Sure I already knew there first names but those can only go so far. I wanted or know their last names first. 

      " Ok I'm Stefan Salvatore and that's my brother Damon". Stefan said. I couldn't believe it. Salvatore as in these guys are related to me. There's no way. Dad said I don't have any other relatives. 

     "Well I'm Lillian Salvatore"


Lillian SalvatoreWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu