A/N: I know I'm writing a Draco/OC story, but I'm simply not inspired to write it. Also, I've wanted to write a Damon/OC story since the television series started! I will continue the Draco story also!

It's all the things we can't explain that make us human.

- Civil Twilight.

Third person's point of view

Her dark hair was curled to perfection. Her dress fit her hourglass shape body to a tea, as though it was made especially for her. Her skin was an olive toned and it looked smooth and flawless. Her dark brown eyes were gentle, but if you look close enough, you could see there was much, much more. Around her waist was an arm. That arm belonged to a blue eyed gentleman, a beautiful gentleman at that. He gazed down upon her, his eyes glowing with admiration and love. But she, she was looking away from this gorgeous man. Her eyes were set on another young lad. This man had brown eyes with matching hair. He was the younger brother of the blue eyed man. He smiled at the young couple and nodded his head in a greeting matter. It was a scene any artist would love to paint, a scene where any one looking from a far would glower in envy.

Sitting near them was a young blonde lady. She sat on a rock near a tiny pond where her clear blue eyes could see the three teenagers. Her dress was similar to the one the brunette sported, but it had less detail and it wasn't as extravagant. Her hands were neatly placed on her lap, her back was straight and she truly looked like a proper lady. She was a good actress.

"Keira, come here won't you?" the brunette had manage to tear her gaze from the young brother to look towards the pale haired girl.

"Yes, madam" the girl replied, pushing herself off the grey rock. She tumbled slightly but quickly caught herself. She heard the chuckles echoing from the trios lips. Her cheeks burned a dark red in embarrassment.

"Oh dear, Keira." the dark haired lady chuckled. Only Keira could hear the dark amusement ringing in the lady's voice.

"Katherine, don't tease the young child" Damon, the handsome, blue eyed gentlemen mocked.

Keira cleared her throat, "I will have you know, Mister Salvatore, that I am the same age as your brother. Therefore, I am not a young child"

Katherine laughed. Her giggles were musical, but once again, only the blonde heard the darkness in the sound. "Don't tease her Damon." She pushed him lightly.

Keira glared in Damon's direction, "What did you want, madam?"

"Could you please keep the two brothers entertained while I go see Emily?" she asked with a small smile, "I don't want them to feel lonely without me"

"Of course, madam" Keira internally rolled her eyes at the brunette. She gracefully escaped from the arm that was around her waist, curtsied and starting to walk towards the enormous house that stood beautifully tall.

Keira Bellefleur's point of view

I took a step towards the two brothers before tripping on the hem of my dress. My hands immediately flew in front of my face and I closed my eyes tightly, awaiting the painful collision with the dirty ground. But to my bewildered surprise, the contact with the surface didn't come. Instead, a chuckle was hurt near my ear, which sent chills down my spine. Arms were wrapped around my tiny corseted waist, helping me regain my balance.

"You're so ungainly, it's horrible" Damon teased before brushing himself off.

"You don't have to wear these God forsaken, awfully made dresses" I retorted bitterly, tugging on the skirt of the light green dress.

This time, Stefan joined in when Damon started to laugh, "You're so unladylike, Kei." Stefan gasped between laughs.

I pouted, "At least I try." They both gave me similar cheeky grins before Stefan grabbed the football that was placed on the ground. They both adored the sport ever since they started playing together. He tossed it in Damon's direction while I decided to find my place by the rock I had previously sat on. I watched both brothers tackle themselves, dirtying their clothes, ruffling their hair and smudging their face with soil. The sight painted a smile on my lips. I glanced down at my lap and shook my head; a curly strand of hair fell from the brooch that held it together. I tucked it behind my ear before looking back up towards the dark haired boys. But it wasn't the Salvatore brothers my eyes met, but an oddly shaped object. I let out a yelp before pushing my self of the rock. This resulted in a loud splash caused by my body hitting the water of the pond that was behind me. The water wasn't deep enough to cover my whole body, but it was still up to my shoulders. My own wet hair was completely untied and some strands stuck to my face. The weirdly shaped object, which I now recognized as the football, floated in front of me. I gripped it furiously and chucked it in the direction which it had come from.

"Keira!" one voice echoed after another. Damon and Stefan lingered near the edge of the pond. They both muffled their laughs when they realized I was okay.

"Always such an entertainment" Damon commented, sticking out a hand.

I approached the side of the pool of water to reach out to his hand, "Ha-ha, very funny Mister Salvatore" I replied sarcastically. I finally grasped his hand and with all my strength, I pulled on his arm. Another loud splash was heard, but this time it was Damon who had fallen into the pond. "Now, that is very funny."

At first, he looked extremely angry and I started to regret my decision. But soon after, a small wave of water came into contact with my face. I gasped and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. A smirk was found across his face and his sprayed me once more. I returned the gesture vigorously, laughter exploding from both our lips. We stopped and looked at each other, a malevolence sparkle in both our eyes. We both looked towards Stefan, who was innocently watching us. When he noticed our gaze, he started to back away slowly, but before he could back away far enough, Damon and I splashed him with a huge amount of water. He was soaked almost from head to toe. The three of us irrupted in laughter once again.

The flames licked the wood vehemently, hypnotizing me, bringing me in and out of my train of thought. I hadn't noticed the tears leaking from my eyes until a single teardrop spattered on my hand that held a crystal glass filled with a dark liquid. The memory had attacked my mind unexpectedly; I was usually an expert at keeping them at bay. Maybe it was because this town remind me of them. It wasn't necessarily my first choice, this town called Mystic Falls. I wanted to travel Europe, escape from any trace of my past. But once again, faith had other plans for me. I found myself in the town that carried the worse recollections. This town was the one I had avoided all these years since he had changed me. It wasn't necessarily the memory of the transformation that haunted me, I was graceful that he had decided that I was important enough to change, but it was the events previous to that day that brought these painful tears to my eyes. The moments that had once brought so much joy to my heart, the ones that made it all worthwhile. It was the times that reminded me that I was alive, that reminded me of my humanity.

A/N: Reviews make my day.