CHAPTER 1

I ran and jumped on top of my bed. Today was my boyfriend's 145th birthday. I put my arm over his chest and kissed him on the cheek, then put my head next to his shoulder. He wiggled a little bit but didn't wake up. "Bryce, get up." He mumbled something but still wouldn't budge. "Bryce Romero Salvatore! Get your ass up right now!" His eyes instantly shot open.

He turned so he was facing me. He put his arm around my back and pulled me closer to him. "Don't ever use my full name again." He smiled and kissed me.

"I'm sorry. It got you up, though, didn't it?" He turned and got out of the bed. He opened his shirt drawer and closed it back.

"Where are my shirts?" he said as he turned to face me again. I sat up on the bed and smiled at him.

"Packed in a bag." He started to look belligerent. I walked over to him and smiled. "There are a pair jeans and a tee-shirt in the bathroom. Go take a shower." He put his arms around me and pulled me closer. He stared into my eyes as if he were saying, "what are you planning?' After a couple seconds, he smiled and kissed me.

"If you were human, I'd kill you right now." He laughed.

"Don't say that. You haven't even heard what I'm planning for today."

"Oh, God," he sighed as he turned to walk towards the bathroom.

"Happy birthday, baby!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He walked into the bathroom to take his shower while I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a blood bag out of the fridge and headed back to the room to get dressed. I put my favorite jean mini skirt on with a black, low-cut shirt and a white camisole under. I left my hair down and put a black and white checkered headband on. I did my make up perfect as usual and put my black converse on. Technically, I was 143, but physically, I was only 14. I finished packing all my stuff while I waited for Bryce.

Just as I was putting my last piece of clothing in my bag, Bryce walked out of the bathroom. He had his light brown polo shirt that matched his light chocolate eyes, and his usual saggy jeans. His hair was still wet making it look almost black instead of his normal mocha brown. He was still sexy as ever, though. "Happy double birthday, baby! Are you 145 today or 18, again?"

"It's not a double birthday," he said as he put his shoes on.

"Well, it sort of is. It's October 29, the day you were born in 1847 and the day you turned in 1865. Whether you like it or not, it's your double b-day."

"Whatever. Why are we packing everything?" He zipped up his bag and put it over his shoulder.

"Because I don't know how long we're staying in Mystic Falls."

"We're not leaving." He dropped his bag on the floor and walked towards the bed.

"Yes we are. I've never been and I want to see your home town."

"Can't we just stay in Louisiana? I like it here and I love Comeaux."

"We're not moving. We're just going visit. Please Bryce? Come on, please?" I walked over to where he was sitting on the bed. I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck. He looked me hard in the face. I made puppy dog eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "Please?"

"Fine, but we're not staying any longer than a week." I got off of his lap and sat beside him. He got up and walked to get his bag again. He started walking towards the door.

"But, that's nothing," I said as I grabbed my bag and ran towards him. He grabbed the key off the holder and walked out the door. He ran down the stairs on the outside of the apartment that we lived in. He was in the car in less than a second. I jumped off the railing, landing on my feet a couple yards away from the car. I walked to the car and put my bag in the back seat.

"Show off," he mumbled. I laughed at him and turned up the volume on the radio. He turned it back down. He looked at me and smiled. "I know you want to but don't ask. We're not staying longer than a week."

"But…" He looked at me with a face that I could never argue with.

"Fine, but Keana wants to come. She has a cousin in Mystic Falls."

"Okay. Let's just go so we can leave just as fast." He put the key in the ignition, drove out of the parking lot, and laughed.

"Will you stop? It might not even be that bad." He gave me the look that I couldn't argue with again. I just looked away instead. I hated how that one look was my one weakness.

"Just wait, you'll see," he mumbled.