Hi everyone!
This is my first VD fanfic, so let me know if I should continue!
I'm all for team Delena in the show, 'cause he's faaaar better then Stefan. Blah.
But I thought he should get a more interesting story. It'll be a little of everything; drama, fluff, angst, smut and a loot of romance. So Enjoy! And leave a comment. Oh, and beware of lemons!
The beginning takes place after the episode Family Ties. Later we'll have to back up a little, but I'll walk you through it. I'll use the characters from the rest of season 1 (Anna, Pearl etc.) later on, so if you haven't seen the whole season, I'll answer any questions. Or..you could just watch it. It's awesome.
On your doorstep
Elena parked her car outside of the Salvatore boardinghouse and headed for the door. She was just about to knock when she heard a soft whimper from the part of the porch that was completely dark. It past eleven and the sun was long gone, so Elena couldn't really see anything. She stood there for a while and when it was absolutely quiet, she sighed, shaking her head. She knocked and a minute later Stefan opened the door. Elena let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, scolding herself silently. With Damon locked away in the cell, injected with vervain, who else could open the door?
But there was something weird about that night, she could feel the chill running down her spine.
'Hi. Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you about something.' She looked at Stefan, who looked at her puzzled.
'Um… Sure! Look, I'm really so-' he stopped mid-sentence and sniffed the air. Just as Elena was about to ask him what he was doing, he strode past her to the darkest part of the porch and his breath caught in his throat.
'Oh my fucking God!' He whispered.
'Stefan? What is it?' Elena went to stand next to him and immediately saw the source of the whimper she heard earlier.
There, sitting with her back against the wall, was a pale girl. She had dried blood almost everywhere and she was definitely unconscious. She was extremely pale, looked starved and weak, but even then Elena could tell she was beautiful. Long hair the color of dark gold were tumbling in big curls down her shoulders and back, she had full, red lips and was wearing a short, dark blue, strapless dress.
'Who is that Stefan?' Elena asked frantically, crouching next to the girl, not knowing how to help her. 'You know her?'
Stefan shook his head, shock written clearly on his face. 'Um… no, not exactly. Damon does, though.' He said, kneeling down beside Elena.
'Well, take her inside! It's cold and dark out here and she needs help' Elena almost shouted, not registering fully his answer. Right now, she had bigger worries.
Stefan lifted the girl carefully and carried her to the couch.
'Elena I don't hear a heartbea-' he was cut off by a soft whimper coming from the girls mouth. She was in serious pain. 'Oh, Shit.'
'What is it Stefan?' Elena was getting a little panicky, and she was just about to call 911 when Stefan rushed to the kitchen, his words stopping her immediately.
'Don't. She's a vampire'
Elena got up quickly and followed him. He opened the fridge, taking out two bags of blood.
'What are you doing? What's wrong with her?' Elena desperately wanted to know what was going on.
'She was poisoned. Vervain.' Stefan quickly found two straws and pierced each bag. He handed one to Elena 'Give her this, make sure she drinks it'
Elena complied, taking the bag from him and rushing back to the living room.
Stefan ran vampire speed to Damon's cell. He stopped for a beat when he reached the door, but it wasn't even a choice. He barged in and sat Damon straight. He showed the straw into his face.
'Drink up. You're not going to believe what just happened upstairs.'
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Back in the living room, Elena fed the girl blood, but she remained unconscious. She started to look a little better though and Elena hoped she'd wake up soon. She didn't know what was happening or where was Stefan, but she focused on helping the girl on the couch.
Suddenly the door to the cellar burst opened and in came Damon. He looked a bit better but still a bit sick. Elena took a few steps back and was just about to yell at Stefan, who came in right after Damon, when she saw Damon's face.
He stopped dead the second he registered the girl still laying on the couch. His face was absolute shock, his blue eyes big with surprise. That lasted a mere second before the unconscious blond moaned with pain and mover a bit.
The sound seemed to bring Damon back and he was kneeling beside the couch in an instant, hugging the girl, running his hands through her hair, kissing her face.
Elena was shocked, this was so not Damon that she took a step forward. She was able to see his face then, he looked so happy it hurt. His eyes shined with love and worry, he pressed a kiss to the girls forehead, whispering so quietly Elena wasn't sure she heard it.
'Nicole'
Let me know what you think! Should I continue?
