Hi guys!
So, this is my first fanfic! I'm from the Netherlands and therefore my mother tongue is not English. I hope you will ignore the mistakes, or improve them
I really liked writing the first chapter, and I hope you guys will like it to!
So I want to note that I really like the suspense, drama en romances, I hope you will to!
To all Delena fans : Damon isn't who he looks like ;) (I'm a huge Delena fan!)
Okeay, I've talked enough Enjoy the story, and please let me know what you think!
Xoxo. Elena
Ps : Sorry for the layout, I can't get enters between the lines?! Gmrpgh…..
Pps : There's also a Dutch version of the story, which is called : Duistere Redding.
Dear Diary
I'm at school now, still dreaming of the vacation in Spain.
It was amazing, the picturesque beaches, the busy markets, and that sexy language!
Mom and I rented a small cottage near the sea.
Together with three other cottages we shared a large rectangular pool, which lay midst of three cottages.
In one house, which was 10 meters left of us, stayed an elderly man and woman who were about 50 years old.
The cottage was under a big pine tree, so there was plenty of shade.
The man and woman, however, were barely home,
They appeared to be real tourists and were always gone.
The other house was right of ours, and was not rented.
However, the first day I thought I saw a movement behind the closed curtains, and the next day
a guy walked outside.
I was curious and followed him to some small town that I did not know.
Afterwards this may sound stupid and a little stalkish.
In a large fountain with a statue of a beautiful woman with a dove, this probably would have been the goddess Venus, he stopped.
I got the chance to watch him unseen.
He was handsome. He wasn't just handsome, he was hot, like the prince of every princess, the guy you see in your dreams, it almost was inhuman.
He had dark blond wavy hair with some lighter tufts of hair that had been bleached by the sun.
He had a tight jaw that I wanted to kiss and eyes so green that you could drown in it.
Despite the warm weather he wore a tight dark pants and a white blouse that was slightly open.
the view was breathtaking.
Suddenly he turned around and looked me straight in the eyes.
My breath caught in my throat and with a busted feeling I looked down, away from that hypnotic eyes.
I was confused by thi
'Mis Gilbert! I asked you if you can replace these three components with a resistor,
and what the size of this resistor is. But if that is not entertaining enough for you,
I always can read your 'notes' out loud to the class.' roared Mr. Jones, my physics teacher.
A few guys in the back of the class began to bawl and a couple of girls behind me started to whisper things.
Irritated and with a red head I look at the complicated circuit on the blackboard.
And of course, I didn't understand anything of it.
Quickly I figured out how I would save myself , but I couldn't think of anything so fast.
Helpless I look at my best friend Bonnie, who happen to sit next to me this lesson.
But Bonnie also seems not to know the answer, and looks at me quilty.
I prepared myself for a tirade of Mr. Jones when in all of a sudden a warm en melodious voice spoke :
"The equivalent resistance is 29 volts sir."
Thankfully I look in the direction of the voice, until my eyes cross with those of the speaker.
Damon Salvatore looks annoyed and a little amused at the same time at me.
Damon is the captain of the football team, and feared.
He seems to drink a lot of alcohol since the death of his mother and is therefore very violent.
Last year, he became involved in a fight.
Still no one knows what exactly happened, but a girl from a year lower, Vicki Donovan, has been in an artificial coma for 3 months. She had some serious injuries to her head.
There was a shiver down my spine and I quickly looked away from Damon.
Mr. Jones, however, was about to give me a sermon when the bell rang.
Grateful and relieved I grab my stuff together and I put them in my bag.
I notice that I'm a bit slow when I see that almost the whole class has already left the room.
I quickly get up and grab my bag to walk to the next lesson
When I'm almost at the door, I feel a strong hand on my shoulder, somewhat urgent, and I freeze.
