"Elena... I need to help you!" I said.
"About what?"
"You are going to die!"
"No I--"
"How are you going to help?" A man asked, I turned around. A man in a suit, had dark brown hair with a British accent.
"Well I haven't thought that through Sherlock. I just had a damn vision I don't have the answer to life." I said.
"Sassy." A man said coming from down the stairs, "I like her."
"Thank you but I'm not here to chat... I'm here to help--"
"You like 14. I'm Damon by the way." He said.
"Leny." I said, "and I don't care what my age-- you guys are vampire don't you guys not care about humans and their scrawny little lives or something? Unless your in love with... Oh this makes sense... Sorry, anyway. It doesn't matter my age, I have to help."
"Why?"
"I can't explain it I just have to." I looked at the British guy, "you look familiar. Like deadly familiar. Have we met?"
"No." He said, my eyes widened with fear.
"Your Elijah... Elijah Mikaelson, stay the hell away from me!" I ran out the house.