Not a Cullen

I'm hot, I know

                                          16 YEARS LATER

"DAMON!!!" I yelled poking my head out of my room. Where is that son of a biscuit?

"What do you want Tara?" He sauntered into my room, with his glass of bourbon like always. I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Where are they?" I growled. He smirked for a second, he smirked!, before recomposing his soon-to-be-smashed-in  face.

"Where are what, my dear little sister?" He said smoothly with a mischevious gleam in his eyes. I walked over to him and glared my ultra death glare.

"Where is my Avril cd's?" I seethed. He should no better than to mess with my Avril. Or any of my cd's for that matter. I pushed him down in a chair, none to gently.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He insisted, trying to get up. I forced him back down and stared at him straight in the eyes.

"Tell me where my CDs are." I compelled him. He got a dazed look on his face.

"They're in Stefan's bookshelf." He said. I smirked and let him up. I thought of what punishment I should give him. After all he did know better than to mess with my stuff.

"Go and bang your head on the wall for twenty minutes." I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. He nodded and started to do it and the wall already started to splinter. I laughed and then went in search of my wonderful music. Once I found them sandwiched between Steffie's oh so precious journals (everyone totally knows they're his diaries) I decided to run. Because the twenty minutes are up oh...now. I grinned and raced out the door.

"TARA!!!" Damon yelled. I laughed and hid in the woods. This is so much better then being with the Cullen's. I jumped onto the highest tree branch I could find and cradled my music to me. I looked down and saw Damon trying to find me. I clasped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from giggling.

 He looked everywhere but up. God he is stupid. After what felt like forever he gave up and stormed into the house giving the door a loud slam. Now I allowed myself to laugh as I jumped down. It is so much fun messing with Damon. Stefan is such a joy killer. Him and his many frown lines. I decided to wait before going back home so he could dull his rage down. And he better not do anything to my stuff while I'm out. I dumped my CDs in my bag then hurried into Damon's car. Speaking of which, I need to get one of my own soon. I'm getting bored of stealing Damon's or Stefan's ride. But this will do for now I guess. Now where to go... Why don't I go to that Grill place I saw earlier? I haven't been there yet, I decided and I stepped on it.

 I put on the radio and immediately Avril came on and I smiled. I just love Avril and her amazing hair. Once I parked outside I sang under my breath and went inside. Dang that song is catchy. And it didn't help I knew every single word to it. But what could I do? I sat at a empty table and instantly there was a boy there.

"Hello. How may I help you?" He greeted, pencil ready. I looked him over. He's cute. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and looked like a football player. Delicious. But I might save him for later. He looks like fun.

 "Oh sure can I get a whisky?" He raised his eyebrow but nodded. And I didn't even need to compel him! I knew I liked him.

"Great! Thanks." I said as he turned around. Once he was gone I sighed and slumped in my seat. I am so tired. I need to get some blood and soon. I looked around trying to spot a yummy looking fellow. Why did Damon chose to follow Stefan? A better question is why in God's name did Stefan chose to come here?!? Well at least I get to see him again. It has been a couple months since the last time we'd hung out. Soon blond waiter dude came back with my drink.

"Thanks" I grinned to him. I could hear his breath catch.

"N n no problem" He stuttered and swiftly walked away. I grinned in triumph. Mortals are so easily flustered! The fact that I am weirdly beautiful helps. My skin turned into a creamy milk color and was as soft as silk. My eyes were like stopped smoke and my hair shone like gold. My lips pouted naturally and was a natural rose color. And much to my brothers demise, I've grown quite a few curves since I've been Elisa. So a lot of boys been hurt because of me. Oh well. No guilt on my mind about it.

I started to drink my whiskey when I saw a sight that kinda surprised me. Right in front of me was my dear brother and a girl. And she looks a lot like Katherine from the picture he shown me. And I kinda knew her but that's not revelant. What is, is that she's human. I instantly shrank in my seat hoping that he didn't notice me. That would completely ruin the surprise since he didn't quite know we were here yet. Let see if I can stay invisible for now. I quickly drank all of my glass, enjoying the familiar burning sensation before tossing some bills on the table. Then as stealthy as a ninja I snuck out of there. He didn't even see me once! Well it helped that he was completely snogging that girl. Gross. I shuddered. I am totally scarred for life. No one wants to see their brother lip locking in public. I mean PDA much?

I wandered around a bit before seeing a male. Alone and walking towards the woods. I felt a small smile appear on my face. I stalked him to the woods and sniffed the air. No vervain. Good because this town seems to be stocked full of it. The Grill almost ranked if it. Quietly I grabbed him and pushed him into a tree. His eyes grew round in fright and to my disgust lust. Gross! He's like thirty!

"Hello." I greeted tightening my grip on his throat. "And goodbye" Then I struck his jugular. His blood was o-negative. Yummy. I kept drinking till he was almost unconscious, and then I stopped. Wiping my mouth free of the delicious blood I stared hard at him. He whimpered and drew back. I smiled sweetly at him.

"You don't remember any of this. You were walking home really drunk till you passed out. I was never here." He nodded.

"You never existed. I was walking home till I passed out. I'm drunk." He repeated back to me. I grinned and patted his balding head.

"Good boy. Now off you go." I shooed him away. I watched in satisfaction as he stumbled along the path. Then with no warning, someone arms snaked around me. I shrieked and started to kick wildly.

"Ouch woman. Stop that." A voice growled in my ears. A very familiar voice. I started struggling even more.

"No more of that." He ordered. I sighed in defeat and stood still. I knew I couldn't run from him. I gave a weak smile.

"Hi Damon." I offered.

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oooooh someone is in trouble! :) Anyways I thought I should warn you that I haven't really watched the Vampire Diaires. Lately meaning like in a year or two. I know BAD Brittany but still. I really want to write this so don't get all mad when I don't get the facts right. I'm going off on other people's common facts in their stories and snippets I hear from my mom. (She's obsessed with Damon *shudders* creepy) Anyways if you want someone to blame, blame my dad. I stayed with him last year and he NO cable. How I lived I have no idea. Anyways blame him because I do for everything. And I mean EVERYTHING   alright      <3 wings4life