When Vampires Collide
Chapter 1 – Welcome to Forks
Author's note: Here is my first chapter of my new Vampire Diaries/Twilight crossover!
I know a lot of people like to know the romantic pairings before they start reading a story, but I don't like to write anything in stone. I like to surprise my readers, but I will be fair and say I may throw a wrench into the works, even though though I tend to stick with cannon couples, anything can happen!
This story will be told by many different POVs, but I will do none of that "writing the same scene through different eyes" stuff, so everything should flow pretty smoothly. To be honest, I'm just too lazy to spend time writing the same scenario through different perspectives. :)
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Damon POV
The sun was beaming overhead as my new, embellished, completely bad-ass Camaro rolled into the small town of Forks, Washington. I rolled my eyes at the brightness of my massive enemy. It seemed as if it was only there to annoy me, like most provoking things in my life . . .
It didn't seem to bother Stefan, who was in the backseat, mind you, with his arm around Elena, just enjoying the ride. Who was riding in the passenger seat? No one. But, I suppose, I liked it that way. If he or Elena had been sitting next to me, it would have just irritated me greatly. No . . . I preferred being alone.
"Wow. I guess you guys weren't kidding when you said this town was a bit tiny," Elena said from the backseat, interrupting my train of thought.
I tapped my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. "Maybe you'll just take our word for it next time, rather than ask a million abrasive questions." I turned the music up a notch louder.
"Turn left at the next stop sign," Stefan announced, leaning over the back of the passenger seat. "The hotel should be about a block down that street."
"I know, genius. Who do you think Map Quested this shit in the first place?" I asked, feeling my fingernails dig into the leather steering wheel cover.
Stefan sighed and leaned back into the loving arms of Elena. I rolled my eyes again, although it was my idea to seek out these so called "different breed" of vampires to help us kill Klaus and the rest of the originals. Still . . . that wasn't going to stop me from complaining.
"You nervous?" Elena asked me, staring into my eyes through the rearview mirror.
I sighed, turning right. "No, dear Elena, I'm not nervous. Just a tad . . . agitated."
"He's just being Damon," Stefan chimed in.
Is three eye rolls in five minutes too much?
Alice POV
"Alice, what do you see?" Jasper asked me, grabbing my arm lightly, taking me out of my trance.
"There are vampires coming here . . . to Forks."
"What are you talking about?" he wondered, looking at me and then at Edward, who looked as if he was about to faint like a human.
My family and I were all gathered in our dining room, planning our next hunting trip, when the vision came to me. It hit me like a thousand bullets. All I was doing was thinking of Bella, not expecting anything unusual to come from it, and then bam!
I could see Edward's eyes bug out of his head. He had seen my vision with me. "Bella," he muttered, in pain like somebody had just put a sword through his heart.
"We'll protect her, Edward," I promised him. I wasn't bound to let anything happen to my little sister . . . not after everything we had all been through. She was family, plain and simple.
"What the fuck are you guys talking about?" Emmett chimed in, bouncing off his previous seat on the dining room table.
I tried to put my vision into words the best I could. "All I saw was a tall, dark, man . . . vampire . . . holding Bella in his arms as he drank her blood," I replied softly, looking down. I hated the fact that I always seemed to be the bringer of bad news. Sometimes my gift seemed like a vexation, but, of course, without it we never would have been ready for Victoria and the newborns a few weeks ago. Had it really only been a measly couple of weeks since the redheaded villain and her army came to Forks?
It seemed like a lifetime ago.
"He doesn't look like a vampire," Edward managed to choke out. "Maybe your vision is wrong, Alice," he said, with a sprinkle of hope in his voice.
I shook my head. "No . . . there's something more. Much more. I scratched my head lightly, trying to gather all of my thoughts. "It's almost like . . . he's a different breed of vampire or something."
"Is that even possible?" Edward asked Carlisle.
Carlisle dropped his head and stared at his feet for a few seconds before responding. "It's the others," he replied, barely above a whisper.
"The others?" Esme asked, rubbing her hand gently on his back. "Are you sure?"
"Can somebody please tell me what the hell you are all talking about?" Emmett asked loudly, looking more confused than the rest of us.
"The others. The Volturi was said to have destroyed their kind back in the 1800s. Their kind is much different than ours, but yes, they are vampires."
Edward slammed his first down on the table, cracking it in half. Normally Esme would have been all over him, but she just stood there, in shock, like the rest of us. "Why have you never said anything about these others? I have never heard you mention them even once!"
"Son, you don't understand," he said, placing a comforting arm on Edward's shoulder, doing his best to calm him down. "It's considered blasphemous to even mention them. Aro once killed one of our kind for befriending them, and tortured another for simply gossiping about them. I didn't want any of you to get involved in that kind of situation."
"Fuck," Edward spat, which should have been shocking, but it wasn't. He had lost Bella once, he was not going to let it happen again. Still, I don't think I had heard Edward drop the f-bomb in over twenty years.
"I honestly thought they were extinct," Carlisle said, taking in a deep breath. "I was obviously wrong."
"Tell us everything know," Edward demanded.
Bella POV
I poked my head out from under my purple comforter and glanced at my tiny alarm clock. It was a quarter till two in the morning.
Edward had left around ten, promising he'd be back soon. I was worried. Where was he? It wasn't like him to not keep his word. I quickly reached for my cell phone from my nightstand. No missed calls. I decided to text him.
hey. is everything okay? i thought you were coming back
Within a matter of minutes Edward gracefully hurdled through my window. Before I even had a chance to say anything he had me in his strong arms.
"Oh my gosh," I muttered, my heart accelerating. "What's wrong?"
"Shhh," he muttered, kissing me on my forehead. "Everything's alright." The look in his eyes gave him away though, and I couldn't help but press the subject further.
"No, something is wrong," I said. "Tell me." He still just stood there, contemplating. "Edward Cullen! We do not keep secrets from each other, remember?" I ran my hand through his hair, trying my best to soothe him in any way I could. I didn't want to be kept in the dark about things . . . especially things that affected the two of us.
He inhaled deeply, smelling my hair in the process. His face was scrunched up in pain, and I knew whatever it was he was going to tell me wasn't going to be pretty.
"We have a bit of a problem," he stated, trying his best to keep his cool. "Alice had a vision earlier . . ."
"The Volturi!" I interrupted, my thoughts flashing to Aro and his terrifying army. Nothing frightened me more than the ghastly leaders of the vampire world. Just picturing their deep, hungry, red eyes and enormous power sent a shiver down my spine.
"No!" he replied, kissing the top of my head. "It's not the Volturi. Alice saw some other vampires coming to Forks. We don't know why, but it seems to have to do with you."
Surprise, surprise. Trouble always seemed to find me. How much more could I take? How much more could the Cullens take? How much more could Edward take? "What exactly did she see?" I asked, afraid of the answer, but not being able to stop myself from asking.
"She saw a male vampire . . . drinking your blood." He shut his eyes but still held me close. I tried my best to catch my breath. "But, I don't want you to worry, love," he said reassuringly. "It's not an army, or even a large group. She saw only two of them. That was all. After the Volturi and the newborns, this will be a piece of cake."
I smiled slightly. "But . . . why?" I asked.
"We don't really know," he replied. "It also seems that they're not like us. They are vampires, but a different kind, a different breed. Carlisle told me he had heard of them, but had thought that they had been extinct for many years."
"Different breed," I uttered, trying to process what that meant exactly.
It seemed so ironic to me that Edward had left last year to protect me. It seemed that I was the one who was always putting him in danger. First it was James, who wanted to hunt me, and then it was Victoria and her thirst for sweet revenge, and now this? I felt horrible. Not scared, just completely sickened. How could I possibly put my loved ones through something like this again?
"Please don't worry, Bella," he said again, rubbing his hands on my arms. "I promise I won't let them come near you."
My own safety was the last thing I was worried about.
Damon POV
I lazily lied across my hotel bed, thankful to finally be by myself for a few minutes. The little road trip from hell all the way from Mystic Falls proved to be a stupid idea . . . a stupid idea from yours truly.
Why didn't we fly? Oh, yeah . . . because Sabrina the Teenage Witch had some "bad vibes" about us getting on a plane. Something about a bad storm or bad engine or . . . I forget. I had stopped listening midsentence, simply not caring about the specifics. It was my personal belief that Bonnie just liked to torture me. The forty hour drive had been completely hideous. Being around lovey-dovey Stefan and Elena made my insides sick, but I suppose I had constantly felt this way ever since she took him back.
I definitely needed a drink.
I walked over and softly knocked on our joined hotel door. "Yeah?" Stefan asked, looking a tad annoyed. He must have been sick of the sight of my face as well.
"I'm going to go find the nearest bar," I told him, putting on my black leather jacket. "I'll see if I can find out anything. Don't wait up."
The closest bar I could find was a dinky little piece of shit bar, but I wasn't picky. It was called Mile Creek Bar and Grill, which made me lightly chuckle. What could they possibly be grilling in this smelly old place?
"Can I get a scotch, neat?" I asked impatiently to the young girl behind the counter. "Make it a double."
She smiled sweetly at me, no doubt in hopes of a high tip, and fetched my beverage in record breaking time. "Here ya go, hot stuff," she said, trying her best to be sexy, but failing miserably. Maybe she was after more than a hefty tip. But . . . I wasn't interested. The last thing I needed was that, especially when the girl in question had a skull tattoo on her collar bone and meth sores all over her face.
I needed to stay focused.
"Thanks," I said, not making eye contact.
Suddenly a police man sat down next to me, rubbing his hands together, looking like he needed a drink almost as much as I did.
"Hey Shelia, can I get a Rainier, please?"
"Coming right up, Chief Swan."
Oh, so we had a chief on our hands, huh? I wondered if he knew anything about the vampire situation in forks. After all, Sheriff Forbes seemed pretty knowledgeable about the situation back home. He'd have to know something . . .
"Rough night?" I asked him, leaning over and handing the bartender a twenty. "Let me buy that for ya."
"Well, thanks," the chief replied, taking a long swig of his beer. He continued to stare at the bar's television set, which was playing some sports show, obviously not fond of conversation, especially from strangers. I seemed to have more in common with the guy with every passing minute . . .
"I'm actually new to the area," I said, turning on my charming voice. "I've read some things about animal attacks around these parts. Any reason to be concerned?"
He reluctantly took his eyes off the television and glanced at me. "Nothing to worry about right now. They've seemed to stop for the time being," he replied, politely, downing his beer as quickly as he could.
"Well, that's good to hear," I replied.
A few more chugs and he had finished the whole thing. "I've got to get home," he said, getting up out of his chair and putting his coat on. "I hope you enjoy Forks, young man."
"I plan to," I said, raising my drink, waiting until he was outside to follow him.
Just as the police chief was about to climb into his car, I grabbed him by the collar. Time for compulsion!
"What do you know about vampires in this town?" My eyes remained fixated on his.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, which was bewildering. He really didn't know a thing? I sighed, realizing that these vamps were going to be much trickier to find than I had originally thought.
"You won't remember this. You left the bar and went straight to your car. You encountered no one."
He slightly nodded and then climbed into his car, leaving me alone with my frustrated thoughts.
Elena POV
When I woke up the next morning there was a complete sunless sky, which didn't really surprise me. This was one of the rainiest places in the county. Luckily, weather didn't affect my mood much. Besides, the rain was rather peaceful, the sounds and smell of it relaxed me.
"I'm surprised the storm didn't wake you up last night," Stefan said, walking into the bathroom and wrapping his arms around me from behind. There had been a storm last night? I looked at him through the reflection of the bathroom mirror and smiled.
"I slept more sound than I have in a while," I admitted, looking down. "It's nice to sleep in your arms again."
Stefan and I had only recently gotten back together. He had begun to forgive himself for the past. It was going to take a while, but every day it got a tiny bit better. He had also finally come to terms with the fact that his bloodlust wasn't something he was going to conquer in its' entirety, especially not overnight. For now, he was drinking from blood bags, not animals.
He was so desperate to be the man he once was, but even I had agreed with Damon: He needed to be his strongest to take on the originals. Damon thought that he should never try to go back to animal blood, that he should "embrace the vampire within", and stop trying to be perfect. I, for one, just wanted Stefan to be happy.
Stefan gently kissed the back of my neck as I finished brushing my teeth. "It must also be nice to be away from Mystic Falls," he said.
"And away from the originals," I agreed.
"I'm going to go talk to Damon," he said. "I'll be right back."
"Actually, I was thinking of going for a run."
He shook his head. "Probably not the best idea, with vampires running around."
I smiled. "I'm used to that. I'm also used to you letting me make my own decisions."
The look on his face proved I had won. "Alright, just be careful, alright? Stay close by. Keep your cell phone on you."
"I will."
When I walked out into the parking lot of the hotel I put on my jacket. It was a bit chilly out, but even that couldn't bring me down. I was away from Mystic Falls and away from so much stress. This was a much needed vacation, even if we were here on business.
Only moments later I felt a gaze. I turned around a saw a man, who seemed to be fixing his motorcycle, staring at me as if I was the first woman he had ever seen. We were the only ones in the parking lot, the hotel looked like it was vacant. My instinct told me to go back into the hotel, that maybe Stefan was right about it not being safe here.
But then I looked at the man again and realized he was just a boy. He couldn't have been much older than 16. Just another horny adolescent. I suppose my running shorts were a bit too revealing. I should just feel complimented and go ahead on my run.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance. The boy was fast approaching me.
I smiled at him, still a little bit uneasy. He smiled back, and instantly I felt at ease. The smile was of such kindness, it actually made me feel warm inside. "Excuse me, I just couldn't tear myself away," he said, looking slightly serious.
"It's okay," I said, shrugging.
"You're staying in the hotel, so I figure you're not from here," he said, his voice quivering. Was this really just a guy who was trying to flirt with a girl he found attractive? He was acting as if he already knew me, as if I had cast some kind of spell upon him.
"Yeah, I'm from Virginia," I replied. "I'm Elena."
"I'm Jacob."
Stefan POV
I had noticed them from the window. While Damon was on one of his classic tirades, I had glanced out, not expecting to find Elena talking to a dark-haired guy with a bike. "Wow. He's a good-looking guy," Damon said, looking out the window with me. "Better watch out, Stefan. Maybe I'm not the one you should constantly be worried about."
I wanted to punch the grin off his face. "I'm just worried because we don't know who the vampires are in this town. Don't you care about Elena's safety?"
"Oh, please," Damon spat. "He's just a kid." He glared right back at me. "I'm not buying it." He took another drink from his glass of brandy and gave me a smug smile. "You're jealous."
"You're delusional."
"You know, jealousy doesn't look good on you," he replied. "Trust me . . . I know." Then I saw his grin disappear and he said, "and you know I care about protecting Elena. Who do you think did so when you were busy with Klaus?"
I chose to ignore Damon's last comment, although it stung, and go out there to see if everything was alright. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm gonna see who this kid is."
"I'll come, too."
When we got out there I immediately felt a strong mystical presence . . . something that wasn't human. Either his kid was a vampire, or a witch, or a . . .
"Stefan!" Elena said happily, grabbing my arm. "I want you to meet my friend, Jacob."
Immediately I saw his eyes turn dark and his breathing heavy. "Get the fuck away from her," he demanded, grabbing Elena by the arm and tearing her away from me.
Damon was on it in a second.
He was now holding the boy above the ground by his neck, smiling at the him. "Who the fuck are you?"
He ignored Damon. "I said, get away from her!" You could barely hear him because Damon was gripping his neck so tightly with his hands.
"Let him go," I said.
Damon reluctantly loosened his grip and the boy fell to the ground. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then he stared hatefully back at me. "Get your blood-sucking hands off her!"