The Everlasting [In Editing]

⚠️ IMPORTANT A/N ⚠️

Hello my lovely readers 🥰... about this chapter I highly recommend you all to read my notes at the end of it. They're quite long, but extremely important, and everyone, please, just take the chance to really sit back and think about them.

It will explain everything about why I'm going this particular route with a certain person, and why. Hence, the reasoning for ⚠️ being there.

You really should read all of it. Please comment how you feel about this as well, because we really should talk about this.

So with that, take from this what you will, and, hopefully, good readings 📖☺️

James' POV

The Mystic Grill

After the kids told me what happened at the Back-To-School party. About how a pervert stalked a vulnerable teenage girl, eventually feeding off of her. And all it being about him making his brother's life hell. I would soon find myself in a booth at the Mystic Grill.

Sure enough, one of the town's problems was walking through the entrance doors. Arrogance oozing off their being.

Seeing him settle himself into a booth, after getting his drink, I went over to him. Making sure to cast a heavy protection spell for myself, with another one covering us, so no one could see or hear anything they shouldn't.

While getting closer, I could see that Damon thought of me as a simple human.

My unreleased scent-blocker charms are really coming in handy.

"Hello, Mr. Salvatore, I think we should have a talk."

Seeing that I already knew him, his smirk vanished, with him frowning even harder, once I sat down in his booth.

"And, you are? I feel that it's only fair that I know you, since you already know of me." He says, eyeing me.

"...I'll tell you my name, but we're still having that talk."

Smirking once more, thinking I'm getting 'above myself' being that I was 'just a human' to him.

"Sure." Making me smirk, seeing that I was just what he wanted and needed, but completely not, at the same time.

So not actually.

"Name is Andrew James Bennett. And yes, I'm very much aware of what both you and your brother really are, and why you're really here."

He instantly went to attack me, in a restaurant filled with people, making me thankful for my spell. I used my magic to pin him to his seat, restraining his movements completely. Once restrained his vampire face came out in full effect.

"I'll-"

"If you want to live to see another day, you're gonna shut the fuck up, or so help me, your brother will never see you again. Do you even know what you've done! You just started back up the vampire council, you dipshit! To just set eyes on Stefan and yourself, and possibly, everyone else here that they find suspicious all because you're jealous!"

"You don't know anything about me!"

"Damon Salvatore, born on June 18, 1839 to Giuseppe and Lillian Salvatore. Who were just a ball of fun, I'm sure." He was glaring hard at me, with me ignoring him, continuing on.

"Fast forward 7 years, Stefan is born on November 1, 1846, with your mother dying... somewhere in 1958. Then, on September 25, 1864, Stefan and his brother were gunned down by Dear Old Dad, with Katherine's blood still in their system. Sounds pretty accurate to me, don't you think?"