This is for everyone who loves the book series and the TV show. I don't own The Vampires Diaries. Ally is my Original Character. "He" is Damon. Everyone probbaly seems a bit out of character. Right now it is a one shot, but I hope to make it a full story if at least one person likes it. Please review.
I was sitting on the floor in the middle of my room when I heard it.
I had been trying to achieve inner peace all night. I had lit the red, yellow, orange, and gold candles properly, annoited them with the correct oils, and then opened both my windows despite the cold october night. By all rights, I should be meditating right now, off on some higher plain of understanding, just like the book said. But I couldn't calm down.
Vicki Donnavan, my best friend since forever, never came to se me last night.
You see, she was supposed to come over, spend the night, sleep off whatever it was they were doing last night without having face Matt. If she had to go home right after, she would've called. MAybe she was finally working things out with Jeremy? But no, she still would have called. I sincerely hope she's no where near Tyler, her ex. Tyler would take advantage of her, where Jeremy would take care of her.
There was a tree outside my window. It had been there since long before I was born. That tree was the only one in our yard that has yet to lose it's leaves.
My eyes are closed, and I am still trying to regulate my breathing, when I hear it again.
There it goes for a third time, Rustle, Rustle, leaves crackling and crushing. A pause.
And then a new noise, a tap on the window frame.
My back is to the window.
My eyes snap open and immediately flash toward the mirrored closet doors infront of me.
There she is.
Vicki is standing, half crouching really, framed by my window, candle light on her face, moon light giving her a glow from behind. Her hair is wild, tumbling around, twigs and bits of leaves tangled in it's mass. Her face is pale, unusually so. Her eyes are darting around the room, fearful.
I turn around to face her, and scramble up from place on the floor.
"Vicki" my voice is soft and slightly hoarse, "What happened to you?"
We are eye to eye now. I can see how scared she is. "Come in. Sit down, and explain", as I speak I walk toward her gently. I put my hand on her arm and help her through the window. Her skin is chilled, and I notice that her jacket is missing. Her shoes are gone too, but other than that, she looks the same as yesterday.
I hold like she's made of glass, and lower onto to the bed next to me, We sit facing each other. I repeat my earlier question, " What happened to you, Vicki?"
Her eyes fill with tears, and she starts to sob. She tries to speak through the tears, but I just shush her and hold her like she needs me too. We've always been like sisters, and the fact she came to me just proves it more.
After many minuted have passed, she starts to breathe evenly.
She starts to speak, " I'm a Vampire, Ally Cat", And then she fills me in, about Damon, and the woods, and how she's going to die soon if she doesn't get blood, how's she going to drink blood for the rest of eternity, how she wants to bite me and yet at the same time doesn't. How confused she is.
I listen, and think.
Her words die out, and we both just look at the other for a long moment, before I look toward the ceiling and start to think. I'm not scared of her, I'm scared for her.
Come on, brain! Think! Think! What does she need? Blood! Where do you get blood? A hospital. No, that won't work. A Blood Bank? No, we don't have the time.
My eyes drift down to my mirror, and my scared silver green eyes stare back at me. Then the answer stares me in the face, and I almost want to laugh. The vein in my neck, the jugular, is very prominent against my pale flesh. I examine the insides of my arms. The light blue trails are clear. And I don't hesitate any longer, I know what I have to do.
I get up and blow out all the candles. I flip a switch and light fills the room. I don't look at Vicki. I find my old, dirty, ripped up converse high tops, and grab Vicki's hand. She follows me without question, letting me lead. We walk down the stairs, out the door, and into my back yard, heading to the woods. The woods bear down on us, blocking out the moon light that had seemed plentiful in the yard.
Vicki breaks her silence, "Where are we going?" I don't stop a beat before answering "A clearing near here". We are both silent, and after about twenty steps we break into the clearing, the moonlight enveloping us.
"What are you planning, Ally?" Vicki questions, turning her head toward me. I take a deep breath. This was going to be hard to get out.
"You need blood. Neither of us know a place you can get it safely. I have blood. You are going to bite my arm and drink. I trust you. And no, I'm not changing my mind. I can't let you die, Vicki."
She just looked at me for a moment, and nodded saying "Okay".
I walked over to the nearest tree and broke off a small little branch, about six inches long, with smooth, even bark. I strode toward her again, my knees on the edge of shaking. I hold out my arm, say "Just do it", before biting down on the branch.
Her hands touch my wrist lightly, and angle it toward herself. I felt her breath on my wrist, and then she whispered, "I'm sorry". And then she bit down, hard.
The pain was immense, almost like a dog bite. I am sure I would have screamed if not for the branch.
And then something came out of the woods, toward us.
Somehow, through all the pain, I was still getting sensory input. It wasn't an animal, nor was it a man, though it walked like a man. He, something in me corrected. Yes, that was right, He felt like a he, not an it.
He kept walking toward us. My fear was blinding, the Pain was terrifying, a cycle, one feeding the other.
He wrapped us both into his arms, and I know I should be afraid, only I'm not.
He held me closer to his chest, somehow knowing the cold wasn't affecting Vicki. He covered me then, wrapping me up in a way no body or blanket could. The Pain receded, what was left was an itch like a bug bite, bearable after what had been, barely noticeable. I wasn't cold anymore, far from it. It felt as if I was on a warm beach, the sun beating down on me, cool fingers lifting hair off my face.
And then something happened that He could not protect me from. I was getting dizzy, growing weak, the me in the woods with Vicki, her knees were buckling, my knees were buckling. He was holding us both up. The Me on the beach, the Me in the woods.
I knew it was His mind enveloping us both, keeping the pain away from me. He could feel what was going on too. His mind seemed to rumble, thunder, storm. He was telling her to let go of me, and when she couldn't, He made her. I couldn't focus, I was laying on the forest floor, people speaking, Vicki and Him fighting, then silence.
My eyes had been closed since Vicki had bit me, and I couldn't find the energy to open them now.
He scooped me up into his arms, and ran through the forest. Everything felt blurred and hazy, I couldn't concentrate on anything.
He was talking to me, I could barely understand Him. But I did the one thing I knew he was asking me to do. I said, "Come in".
Things went hazy again. Too much motion, too many flashes.
I came back into focus a bit when He set me down onto my bed. I think it was the smells that brought me back.
There was a ripping sound, and then a grunt. He then spoke to me, "My name is Damon".
Damon leaned over me, and brought my head to base of his throat. His mind, his hands, and his words all telling me to drink, so I did.
It never felt like I was drinking something, it felt more like I was breathing his life into me. The term came to me, from his mind. Blood Exchange. Only, he hadn't taken my blood, Vicki had. He was replacing what I gave her.
After many long moments, DAmon pulled away. His eyes bores straight into my mine, dark, intense. He leaned back down to lightly kiss my lips. Then he spoke again "Good Night Young Ally. You'll live another day."
Damon flashed a grin my way before jumping out my open window.
My head fell back into the pillow, and I fell into a deep sleep.
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Tricia.
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