Hello! I've had the idea for this fanfic for quite a while now, but I never got to do it. So I decided to start now, don't know why, don't ask lol. Anyway, I hope you like it. It will start in season 3 and go on. Basically, the story will feature this character called Tori, who is Damon's old best friend and so on. Damon really cares about her and vice versa, so if I write Damon too OOC, please let me know. He may seem like it in this chapter, but the original Damon will be there always. I should warn you, my first language is not English, its Spanish and I'm not a frequent writer, a.k.a, it may not be the best grammar sometimes, but I will try. Enjoy!

Music was blaring through the speakers in the Salvatore Mansion, people everywhere around it, she noticed they were all basically teenagers. High school party, really? She thought, some of the teens shamelessly checking her out as she grew closer to the mansion. She also noticed it has been a while since she's been near the place. At least maybe 30 or more years and how she has missed it. It was never considered a home to her, she hasn't had home in a very long time, but it brought her weird comfort somehow.

With a huge smile, she walked further inside examining the changes over the years… and all the wasted kids. He sure knows how to throw a party.

"Hey, want a drink?" A guy, who had grabbed her arm while walking, asked, clearly drunk. Now, there was something she could never turn down and that was alcohol.

"Sure." She gave him a wicked grin and the guy handed her a cup giving her a drunken flirty smile, obviously thinking that would get him in her pants. "Thanks!" Winking, she walked away getting lost in the crowd. Apparently nothing had changed that much over the years. Sure, there were the obvious modern changes, but nothing to drastic. The walls still had that Victorian style she loved.

Oh, it's someone's birthday. She thought, as she saw the banner that said "Happy Birthday" and of course, the cake on the table.

"Love me a good cake." She said, making her way towards the table where the cake was. Reaching out to taste the frosting, a hand appeared and slapped hers away.

"What do you think you're doing?" A blonde girl asked with raised eyebrows. "It's not cake time."

"I just wanted a taste." She shrugged and the girl crossed her arms, glaring at her suspiciously.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm just visiting, no need to get cheerleader on me."

"Excuse me?"

"You know the crossed arms, the raised eyebrows and the semi subtle glaring. And don't get me started with the looking at me up and down, judging my outfit and all that. " She answered taking a drink from her cup.

"Who invited you?" The cheerleader, as she now liked calling her, asked, ignoring what she had said.

"No one, I invited myself." She smirked at her and the cheerleader got close.

"I'll be watching you." She stared, or tried, to stare her down and walked away. With raised eyebrows she took another swing of her horrible cheap beer. High school parties are so predictable.

Her green, cat-like eyes moved around the place, in search of a real drink and knew just the place. Somehow, the library always had bourbon lying around. She realized right away they were using it as the stoners' room. Groups of teenagers smoking all over the place, but there was one kid that caught her eye, sitting on the couch, looking sad and troubled with a joint in hand.

"Did you know smoking this stuff is bad for you?" She asked once she was close enough, making him jump a little. He looked up at her and scoffed.

"You sound just like my sister." He said with a low voice.

"Yeah, well." She sat down on the arms of the couch, taking his joint and a long drag. He looked at her with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "Ugh, it's been a while since I've had one of these. You see, I was trying to cut back, be more responsible. Of course, that went to hell tonight." He chuckled softly.

"Hey, you're the one who took it from me." He said gesturing to the joint in her hands.

"It's alright, I never really did stop drinking so. Plus, you looked like you needed someone to help you decide." She took another drag. It really has been a while.

"Decide? Decide what exactly?"

"Whether you'd go back to your old ways or not." She told him honestly. The look on his face, she knew it well. When he gave her a questioning look she explained. "I know that look. You my friend are conflicted or something like that and you also kinda look like an ex-junkie. Trying to decide whether he should go back that dark path or be a man and deal with whatever shit you're going through."

"And you know all this just by looking at my face?" He asked incredulously.

"Yup." She got up and handed him back the joint. "I'm just glad it's not a cigarette. Now those are really bad for you. Lung cancer is no way to go." He chuckled softly once more and she gave him a grin.

"Right."

"See ya." She waved at him and grabbed a glass from one of the tables and filled it with bourbon. Taking a sip, she started walking once again. Now where is he?

It had been ages since she last saw him and she really missed him. Now, it was no secret Damon Salvatore was an asshole. There were times she wanted to punch him in the face over and over again. In her defense, he had that effect on people, but she realized that people never really did see the Damon Salvatore. He was kind and warm, only when he wanted of course and he only lets specific people see him like that, her being one of them and she couldn't wait until she saw him again.

She walked outside, trying to get away from the hormone filled house and just like that she found him, as always, looking so handsome. It wasn't like she's never noticed, she wasn't blind. The guy was very dashing, but she'd never go down that road with him.

Like a giddy teenager who had just ran into her crush at the mall, she walked up closer, catching the last part of him conversation with a really good looking guy with dirty blondish hair. Note to self: Ask Damon who that is.

"I love high school parties." Damon said, looking towards the house.

"Yeah, I've noticed. But you see they've never been really been my thing." They both looked at her, Damon surprised and his friend confused. "Too many teenagers, I mean the hormones alone and all that cheap beer. It's like a nightmare!" She said dramatically.

"Tori, what the hell are you doing here?" Damon asked and quickly got up and wrapped her in a bear hug, making her laugh.

"Oh, my life is just so boring without you in it. I'm nothing without you!" She said sarcastically once he let her go. He laughed.

"It's been a while." Somehow he couldn't stop smiling. Of all people to give him a surprise visit, his old best friend Victoria Collazo was the last person he thought of. Everyone knew Damon didn't really have any close friends, but they were wrong. He had her and now Ric, but the title goes to her.

"Something like that." She smiled and gave him a side hug. It was so nice to see him again.

"Oh, this is my buddy, Alaric Saltzman." Damon said when Ric cleared his throat, something Victoria didn't miss. "Ric, this is an old friend of mine, Victoria." Ric smiled at her and she returned it.

"Nice to meet you, call me Ric." He said with an extended arm for her to shake, which she did. "I'm guessing there's a story here."

"Then you can call me Tori and yes there is, but maybe next party." She smirked at him and he chuckled.

"Noted. Hey, isn't Andie supposed to be coming?" Asked Ric.

"Ten o'clock broadcast. Should be here in a little bit." Damon answered his arm around Tori's shoulders.

"And who exactly is Andie?"

"She's Damon's girlfriend." Ric said, taking a sip from his drink and Tori scoffed.

"Oh, Damon doesn't have girlfriends. He has playthings. Could you be any more predictable?" She asked and a face she never thought she'd see again appeared. "What the fu…?" She whispered.

"Hello, Birthday Girl." Damon said in a fake cheery voice, hugging Tori closer. He knew what she was thinking and just to make sure she wouldn't kill Elena, she kept her close.

"Drink." The brunette said, stealing Damon's glass. "Jeremy's smoking again." She adds, taking a drink.

"Is his stash any good?" Damon asked and Tori snickered under her breath. The brunette glared at him.

"You're an ass." Then looked over at Tori. "Hey, we haven't met, I'm Elena." Just like Ric did earlier; she extended her arm for her to shake, except this time Tori looked at her suspiciously up and down. When Damon pinched her side, she took her hand.

"Tori." She raised an eyebrow at the young girl. Elena looked a little confused at the way Damon had his arm around her, but brushed it off. She could ask later.

"Talk to him please. He looks up to you." Elena told Ric and handed Damon back his glass. "Nice meeting you." She gave Tori a small smile and left quickly.

"You're screwed." Damon told Ric with a smirked.

"Damon, what the hell?" The girl beside said vampire asked, still staring at the place Elena disappeared too.

"Before you say anything, it's not Katherine. That's her.."

"Doppelganger. Yeah, I know, yet the question still stands: what the hell, Damon?" She got out of his hold and stood in front of him.

"Wait, how do you know she's her doppelganger?" He asked pointing at her.

"Do you keep forgetting how old I am? It doesn't matter. What matters is how did you find her?" Before he could say a word, she cut him off. "Oh, my God, you actually came back and opened that tomb, didn't you? After all she did. You're still as stupid as I remember!"

"Would you just shut up and let me explain?" Damon put his glass down and gripped her arms, making her look at him directly in the eyes. "Yes, that is Katherine's doppelganger. Yes, I opened the tomb and yes I realized what a selfish, evil bitch Katherine is."

"Finally, it only took you 150 years." She heard Ric laugh and cover it up with a cough when Damon sent him a glare.

"You've missed a couple of things." He said letting go of her arms and taking his a sip from his glass.

"No shit." She scoffed and sat down where he was before she appeared. "Doppelgangers are dangerous, Damon. Not that she's a threat, but because of her terrible shit could happen."

"Little too late for that." She heard Ric whisper to himself.

"Listen, we can sit and talk all about it tomorrow." He said and reached into his pocket.

"You always say that and you never really tell me anything until the very last minute, when we're close to death. Or are you forgetting that time in the 70's?" She gave him an annoyed look and drank from her glass.

"Yeah, well, that was your fault. Andie wants me to pick her up." He sighed and Tori half glared at him.

"Your fake, compelled girlfriend wants you to be a chivalrous boyfriend?" Ric said, also drinking from his glass, making Tori smirk.

"Well, it's a complicated dynamic." He said.

"Yeah, I bet." Tori said under her breath, but Damon heard her.

"Well, hold the fort down, will ya?" He asked Ric, glaring at Tori.

"You mean the fort full of my drunk history students?"

"You're a history teacher?" Tori asked Ric.

"A very poor one as you can see." He said and Tori shrugged.

"You're attractive so no need to worry about it. Pretty sure the kids love you." She gave him flirty smirked and wink. He chuckled.

"Drink more, you will feel less weird." Damon said, scoffing at Tori and turning to leave. Both his best friends watched him go.

"So, you're a vampire, obviously, but tell me, really, what's the story here." Ric asked Tori once Damon was gone.

"We met a long time ago and somehow we just got along. Well, sometimes we wanna rip each other's heads off, but it's all part of friendship, especially with Damon Salvatore." She smiled and he nodded.

"I know what you mean."

"I like you. I'm usually kinda jealous when someone tries to take my place as bestie, but I like you." She raised her glass and Ric did the same.

"To putting up with Damon's bullshit." Ric said and Tori laughed.

"To putting up with Damon's bullshit." They clinked glasses and drank. "So, what about Andie? Is she hot?" Ric laughed.

Tori wasn't lying when she said she liked Ric. They spent around two hours talking and making jokes, half of them Damon centered. She was glad Damon had someone like him look after him. Although, they basically loathe each other in the beginning, but so did she and Damon and now look at them. Eventually the teenagers started leaving and after a while, so did Ric.

She thought she'd clean a little, since no one was around and she was a bored. Trying up her shoulder length, light brown hair into a pony tail, she started. Only 20 minutes into it, Tori heard a crash upstairs.

"What the hell." With that she ran upstairs in vampire speed and was met with an angry Damon, in Stefan's room. Tearing it apart, breaking everything in his site. "Damon, stop!" Tori stops him right when he grabs a guitar to slam it against a table.

He looked at her, guitar still in hand, eyes red and glassy. "He's gone." He says and drops the guitar.

"Who's gone Damon? What's going on?" She asks as she walks closer, concerned written all over her face.

"Stefan." He whispers.

"What?" Once close enough, she holds his arms. "Damon, what's going on?"

"Stefan killed Andie tonight." His eyes locked into hers.

"Wait, Stefan, as in your little brother Stefan? Squirrel eating Stefan?" She looks at him incredulously.

"Yup, that's the one." Damon said, getting out of his hold. "He's back to being a ripper."

Tori let out a heavy sigh and walked towards the bed and sat on the edge, hands covering her face. Damon looked over at her and sighed deeply, sitting next to her.

"Tor, I'm really happy to see you." He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "But you have the shittiest timing ever." She laughed and hugged him back.

"Yeah, I noticed. How about you tell me what going on? Without leaving a single thing out." She looked up and he smirked.

"Let's go get a drink then." He let go of her, getting up and offering his arm to her. She took his arm and side by side they walked down stairs. "Where do I start?"

"Start with the tomb, guessing this is how it all begins."

Please let me know what you think. Again, if Damon seemed to OOC, please know that it won't be like that. He just really cares for Tori. Review: You like it, hate it, don't care. Let me know! And with time you'll learn more about her of course and her physical description too.