“I wish I can tell you but I don’t know myself, but does it matter? You’re alive, this is your second chance why worry about the why or the how.” Silas, yes that is why the name had sounded familiar. He had heard stories from other witches before but he had believed he was nothing more than a story told to witches to merely scare them. “Now that is interesting. Here I thought I was old.” 

“I see the world as it is, I never had many pure thoughts even as a child.” Many would say he was a twisted kid, obsessed with the idea of death. Some had said it was because of the passing of his mother but no even before he saw the woman dead on the ground covered in her own pool of blood he had still found the subject to be a fascinating one. “No, you just look like one. Which is far more dangerous.” It had always been the ones with her face you had to be careful with. “Seems to me that is exactly what you need. You’re so worried about being good that you’re not allowing yourself to live. You don’t exactly have to cause trouble for others but a little chaos never hurt anyone.” 

“No one is truly innocent, the world is a dark place. There so much corruption, it ruins us all no matter how hard some try to stay good.” There were good hearts, yes, but everyone always gave in. Either to power, money or lust. Is part of being human. “All humans are sinners.” He spoke in a serious tone before flashing a grin. “Wanting to be a good person already makes you one. No is not bad, a little boring but still not bad.” 

“No is not, I am sure is not. Blonde hair that shines brightly as the sun, big green eyes pink lips. You have an innocent look.” He was merely speaking of her exterior look nothing more. Now if he spoke of her interior his opinion would be different. No one was innocent on the inside, not even the ones who tried to be good. Innocence was lost once they were born into this world. “Were you? You may have been joking but something tells me you’re hoping by doing good trying to be good would bring you what you believe you deserve. Am I wrong?” 

“Think what? Oh you mean about finding you hot? You have an innocent look to you, that makes you appealing.” Is what had intrigued him, yet he knew there was much more to her looks. That much was clear, which is why he found himself wanting to bring out the darkness that hid inside her. “You believe in Karma? Good things never happen to good people. If you want good things to happen to you, you have to make them happen yourself and not wait for the universe to repay you.” 

The teasing manner had made him smirk, he wasn’t shy to admit when he felt an attraction towards others. It was all in good fun. Besides who didn’t enjoy getting a boost in their ego.“Now don’t go growing a big head now.” It was surprising that the girl had agreed, letting a stranger use your home wasn’t something many would do. Either way, it had worked in his favor. “It doesn’t take much to bother me, but that does sound perfect. How about you show me right now? Unless you have other plans.” 

Noah had pulled back once he felt her touch against his chest, giving her a playful pout. “Shame, but I can’t control my dreams so if I start having dirty dreams of you, you can’t fault me.” He had shrug with a teasing tone. “Yes, actually. You see, coming back from the dead has been awful.” A sigh had left his parted lips looking away in a dramatic way. “I used to live in a mansion, had maids and now I find myself staying in a dirty motel seeing as it's all I can afford at the moment. Is bad enough that I have to work to get by I deserve better.” 

“Noah, I am curious though what year are you from? Because I am going to guess you’re one of the people who came back as well correct?”

“You have your opinion and I have mine, the world would be a little boring if everyone got along.” Noah always had a unique way of viewing the world, he had seen nothing wrong with it. Violence seemed natural to him, maybe it had to do with the way he was raised. “So you approached me to get directions from me? And here I thought this was about making conversation getting to know each other. Such a shame.” 

Noah always tended to be an open book, being a witch had been the only thing he ever kept a secret. “What happened to me.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, into an amused smile. “I wish I can say I had an exciting death. I always thought the day my time would come it would be much more poetic. Dying in the arms of a lover, or maybe even being killed in a brutal death. I was drunk, and standing on the edge of a rooftop I wanted to know how it felt to fly. So I flew......” Many had believed he had taken his own life because of what had happened with his father but he never wanted to die. “I know what you’re going to say, that it was very stupid of me and it was, but also it was thrilling.” A thrill he had wanted to feel again, but dying seemed like such a pain. “Sketching? That’s a nice little hobby.” 

“You will get used to it.” There were some things Noah had been trying to get used to himself and he has yet to discover a cell phone. Now that would be a whole new world for him. “Silas? Hmmm I feel like I have heard the name before but nope I don’t think I ever had the pleausre of meeting nor talking to him. But if I see him I’ll be sure to send him your way.” 

“How about a kiss.” He had quickly puckered his lips before a small laugh left his lips crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t think you can’t offer me anything I can’t already get unless of course.....do you live on your own?”

"Drama and fights is the best way to capture people’s attention. Glad to see that hasn’t changed.” There was a time when some sought for a better future, a future where everyone got along and treated others with respect. Noah was glad that wasn’t the case in this new century. “Technically, yes I am from here.” He was born and raised in Mystic Falls so it wasn’t a lie. In this place, he never knew who was aware and who wasn’t so he had kept his answer short and simple. 

“You’re correct.” Noah knew he needed to be more careful with what he said, but he had a bad habit of talking before thinking. Which tended to get him in trouble in more ways than one. “Pleasure.” Taking his hand away he had now reached for the glass that was now refilled with a new drink. “So they’re others? Interesting. And here I thought I was special.” The witch didn’t care much why he came back, he was just happy despite hating the way he had to live his new life. Working to get by? A nightmare. 

“Okay I had some food from a gas station, and is not exactly sitting well with me but I am human. Sometimes strange noises come out of us. I can’t help it.” 

“I prefer to think I have a unique way of thinking.”