Hey, guys!
So I had this idea a while back, and got a few chapters wrote.
I finally decided to post it, and I really hope y'all like it!
PS. I'm not an expert on comets or celestial events, so if something seems off...just go with it lol
Thanks!
Also, each chapter will flip between the past and present day, but this is more of an prologue.
Hope no one gets confused!
Warnings: Very Dark themes, lots of "M" rated material.
Disclaimer: If I owned tvd, or any of the characters, I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction :P
October, 1567
"Damon!" She called out, running through the long hall, toward the west tower.
The flowing red train of her dress barely hindered her, as she climbed quickly up the stairs.
But she was too late.
The king's men were already there, putting her lover in chains, and had clamped a metal guard around his mouth.
Though he could still speak, as her name fell from his lips.
"What do you think you are doing?!" She demanded of the men.
The captain gave her a look of regret, "Sorry, my lady, but we have our orders. He's set to burn."
She shook her head, "What is he being charged with?"
The Captain finished the last of Damon's clasps, before starting.
"I am not at liberty to release this sort of-"
"Captain, I am Elena Petrova, Princess of Mystic, the future queen of Aurelia, and you will tell me what he is charged with."
The captain eyed her, but one of the other soldiers answered, "He's done the devil's work, your highness."
She met Damon's eyes, and found the blue pair calm.
He'd known this would happen...had warned her of such.
She relaxed her body, knowing what she had to do.
The only way they could be together.
"You're referring to the murder of the king?"
More than anything, this grabbed their attention, and the Captain moved to confront her, "You knew?!"
She smiled slowly, "Of course I did. I know of all the murders, the blood, the powers."
He grasped her arm, "You realize you could be beheaded for this! If you didn't speak up, you are as good as an accomplice!"
She rose a brow, forcing her face to change.
He let her go, upon seeing the veins run under her eyes, giving her the chance to slip her dagger from under her dress.
"You!" He gasped, "You're one of them?!"
Instead of answering, Elena lunged forward, slicing open his throat, as yells of terror filled the air.
She pulled him down to her, the dark essence of his life staining the front of her dress.
She put her mouth to the gushing wound.
The blood poured from him, as he grasped at her back, tearing the fabric of her dress.
She soon felt other hands on her, the soldiers trying to pry her from him, but she threw them off with her mind, and focused on the blood.
The captain no longer fought against her, and she knew he was dead.
She released his body, and whirled around to the others.
She was about to choose her next victim when, in a flash, the soldier to her right had pulled the lid off his flask, and drenched her with it's content.
She curled her lip, annoyed, "I am not a creature of the night, you fool. Vervain has no affect on me."
"Buu- Your face!" He stuttered.
She grinned, "You will see whatever I want you to see."
Then she wiped away the water, and sighed, "I suppose I could come quietly though. Wouldn't want you to lose your head over an escaped prisoner."
She threw her dagger to the ground and stuck out her hands.
Hesitantly, they chained her.
Her eyes found Damon's again, and he looked rather amused by the events.
The soldiers then forced them down the stairs, out of the tower, and into the wide, torch lit, hall of windows.
She heard voices approaching, and guessed that someone had ran for help.
What she had not expected, was to find her fiancee at the front of the battalion that had come to aid.
Stefan Salvatore, Damon's brother, and Aurelia's future king.
He didn't seem surprised to find her in chains, but his expression was heavy.
"I'd prayed it wasn't true," he swallowed, lifting a hand to the amulet at her neck, it's crimson red stone reflected the light of the torches, "But I was too late to save you, wasn't I?"
Damon's laughter vibrated behind his iron mouth guard, "How noble of you, brother...But surely you must realize that she was never yours to save."
Anger flashed in Stefan's eyes, "I loved her Damon. And you knew it. That's the only reason you insisted on poisoning her mind with your witchcraft."
Damon's brow raised, "You still believe me a witch? How quaint. But I can assure you, Elena's choices were her own."
"I loved her!" Stefan bellowed, grabbing Damon's head, "I loved you both. But I can't protect you from this. You will burn at the stake with my bride at your side...can this truly be what you wanted?"
Damon still managed to sound amused, "So even after such a boast of feelings, You won't save her? If I have truly twisted her mind, surely she cannot be held guilty...or is this her punishment, brother, for loving me?"
Stefan dropped his hands, his voice cold, "I tried to save her from you."
"But I didn't want to be saved," Elena spoke, causing both brothers to look at her, "It was my choice, Stefan. Everything he did to me, I chose."
His faced seemed to pale, as he whispered, "Why?"
"My entire life, I've done exactly as I was supposed to do," she reasoned, "I was the perfect daughter, and believed to make the perfect wife...But I wanted more."
"I would have given you everything," he argued, and she sighed.
"No, You couldn't. I was brought here for you, because our fathers believed that joining Aurelia and Mystic would be logical, brilliant. They'd double their forces and conquer the world. We were means to an end, given a duty we were expected to follow. But Damon showed me another way to live, and you have never felt power such as this," she insisted, "There is no end, no limitation to what is possible...And Damon has shown me that a love, if strong enough, is not tied to one mere mortal lifetime. We are eternal."
Stefan swallowed, "What you speak is blasphemy."
She smiled, "Then I shall burn. And from the ashes I will return, until such a time when Damon is king. And Aurelia is forever ripped from your weakening rule."
Stefan's eyes searched hers, "Damon was never fit to be king. His evil would destroy us, and for that reason, he lost his birthright. And now he's killed our father. Shaken the very foundation of our kingdom. One I will secure. Aurelia will live, thanks to me."
"No," she insisted, "I have seen what is to come. You, Aurelia's great and noble prince, will be her downfall. This dynasty will end with your death. Her structure will crumble as the halls run red with the blood of all that were needlessly sacrificed. And you will cease to exist, until the time has come for the House of Petrova to rise, upon a new Aurelia, and you will be there, watching as Damon and I tower before you from the top of her walls, her throne, and then you will truly know the inheritance of our birthright."
Stefan was stunned to silence, his eyes drowning in hers, until he whispered, "Witch."
She grinned, and he composed himself, "Guards, take them to the stake, and tie them together. Then let them burn. Let them see what their love has rewarded them."
Elena kept the smile on her face as he spun away, and started back down the hall.
He had no idea how true her words would come to be.
The metal of the chains dug into her wrists, but she hardly felt it.
They were finally out of the castle, being led by a collection of the king's guard, into the lawns opening, near the garden, where she could hear the screams and chatter of the villagers, having come to watch the show.
She smirked.
They reached the wooden stage, and the crowd fell silent.
She was held as Damon was tied up first, his back to the stake, his arms behind him.
They finally removed his mouth guard, and his beautiful face reflected from the surrounding torches and the light of the high moon.
He'd been right, it was full tonight.
But even better was the comet of Aurora Borealis at its corner, exactly as they'd predicted.
She kept her eyes on the sky, until one of the men dragged her, pressing her into Damon's body, as he looped her arms through his, and around the pole, securing them.
Damon looked down at her, "Are you alright?"
She met his gaze, "Perfect."
"The comet is aligned," he noted, "You've done the ritual, I presume?"
She nodded, "It's done. And we've both taken in human blood tonight. The last step is to..."
"Burn," he finished for her.
She leaned her head on his chest, "Promise me that this will work, Damon. That we'll be together again."
He kissed the top of her head, as the executioner began reading their offenses.
"Of course it will work."
"But the spell has never been performed for two. We don't know the effects of it. One of us could be different..."
"It'll work," he assured her, "We'll make each other remember if we must. Everything will be fine. This comet is one of nature's strongest recurring events, and you are the most talented spell caster I've ever seen."
She pulled away, meeting his gaze, "Only because of you, my love."
He smirked, "I may have put you on the path, but your abilities are natural."
She smiled, but her attention was diverted as the guard's speech ended, and they brought the torches forward.
She swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous.
She knew this had to be done tonight, but the thought of the death that was now upon her filled her with fear.
Damon's voice reached out, "Look at me, Elena."
She forced herself to do as he said.
His face remained calm, "Keep your eyes on me."
She nodded, as light from the fire flooded behind her.
Damon's gaze held her, "The pain will be temporary, darling, and eternity still awaits."
She swallowed, nodding, "I love you."
He leaned down, straining against their binds to catch her mouth.
He kissed her soundly, before whispering, "I love you, too. We'll be together again."
The flames had nearly reached them now and Damon began to chant in a low tone.
She quickly picked up on what he was saying, and knew it was the last phase of the spell.
So she chanted too.
Their words grew louder, and louder, above the yells of the villagers, and whispers of their witchcraft.
The fire licked at her heels now, and caught onto her dress.
The heat was stinging against her legs, but still she chanted.
She spoke the spell until she could no longer endure the pain, and she dropped her head to Damon's neck, screaming into his skin.
His cries soon joined hers, and the smoke filled their lungs.
She managed, in that last moment, to look over Damon's shoulder, through the flames, and saw the castle, the heart of Aurelia, standing tall.
She smiled through the agony.
Goodbye, my beautiful home.
Damon's words rang in her ears.
"We'll be together again."
I promise.
Sooo, that's the first chapter! Kinda a prologue though.
Let me know what you think! :)