A/N: This popped in my head today and I hope to finish it soon. It was supposed to be a oneshot but now it has turned into a longer fic. Still, this will not take more than four or five chapters. At least that is the plan. Love, Santavica

Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries or any part of the characters. The story is mine and the parts from the book are mine too.

She had devoured his books with an unknown passion even though most people had no idea who he was and what he wrote about. His style was extraordinary but interestingly not distinctively male which surprised people when finding out. His full name was never mentioned on the back of his books. He was always called by his initials. D.S.

The room was filled with an unexpected amount of people. It had seems to be his first public reading and she had not expected to have so many people to share him with. But in the weeks shortly after the release of hi newest book he had given some interviews and the journalist whom he had given the interview to, a woman of course, had called him a literary supermodel.

She rolled her eyes at the row of girls in the front. They looked like the only thing they had ever read was that particular interview and not one of his books. Maybe one had read the Wikipedia entry about hi books and had given her girlfriends a short briefing about it. She snorted. Of coure she didn't really care, why would she? She was not some weird hipster that only liked what everybody else hated but she was annoyed anyway. Instead she tried to focus on the upcoming reading.

"Are you going to speak along with the guy?" Caroline asked her. It had taken Elena some work to convince her to accompany her to go to the reading. In the end it was not Elena's word that Caroline believed but the recommendation of their English professor Mr. Mikkaelson who taught temporary literature at the college they both attended. Caroline had a serious crush in him. Elena suspected that there was more than Caroline admitted but she didn't ask assuming Caroline would talk when she felt like it.

"Of course not. I just like to be able to reference to the book when I am asking questions." Caroline rolled her eyes again but fell silent. Elena did feel slightly ridiculous sitting with the book in her lap but she was far too proud to admit that now. The watch around her wrist showed 08:05. The reading would start in 3 minutes at exactly 08:08. He seemed to be obsessed with repetitive numbers they could be found all over his books. After reading the interview she had the slight suspicion that he coordinated his life just like his books.

At exactly eight minutes past eight he entered the stage. He looked down at the audience and seemed to scan every ingle face in milliseconds. He smiled a crooked smile. He didn't seem t be impressed by the mass. Maybe he just didn't know how small Mystic Falls really was and that nearly half of the town was standing and sitting in the medium sized room. His expression and walk radiated a bordering on annoying feeling of superiority. Fascinated Elena watched how he walked over to the lectern and turned around to position himself facing the audience.

He cleared his throat and smiled again, letting the corners of his mouth lift up slightly while his chin descend just a little bit.

"Welcome." He said in a calm but still perfectly audible voice. She was surprised of his voice that did not match the deep brooding voice she had heard in her head when reading his pieces. But it fit his carefully planned appearance and entry.

„I did not expect so many listeners tonight." The certain presumptuousness in his voice called him a liar for saying this. Of course he had expected thee many listeners after giving that interview in the newspaper.

"But I am happy that my literature reaches so many young people as well." His glance wandered to the front rows and Elena snorted again. She tried to assess his age but it was difficult to say. He was probably not that much older than her maximum ten years.

Without further words but with another small smile he took out a few pieces of paper from the back pockets of his jeans and rolled them out in front of him. Another clearing of his throat, another glance at the people in front of him, accompanied by another smile and he began to read.

„It was summer. Not any kind of summer but the first summer of my existence as a real student. The sun was burning away all the knowledge of my first year and I was as free as I had never been before. We all felt like this. There were no parents giving us rules and no teachers telling us to sit down and to listen. Some of us worked over the summer, in cafés and pubs but the rest of us, including me, celebrated each other and life itself…"

He kept reading for a while and Elena was absolutely caught up in his voice. He stopped every once in a while to take a gulp of his water. These small breaks brought Elena back to the reality and the realization that he did not only read for her but to everybody in the room. After an especially look taste of his water she started being afraid that he was already done with his reading. Caroline was staring at her and was shaking with suppressed laughter.

„Did you ask something? I was distracted." Elena asked.

She was still grinning but had calmed down enough to say: "Yeah, distracted with drooling. It is kind of mundane what he is saying. I seriously don't get your fascination with him."

"I promise it is going to get better. Just wait for it."

„Alright, I believe you. By the way I saw a paper dispenser to wipe that small drool of you face. If you want that." She grinned again.

„Funny." Elena commented. „I just think his way of writing is appealing. If you are looking for drool you have to check out the front row."

"Sure, my dear, sure." She paused for a moment and mustered him again. "He is after all quite the man."

Without further comment she turned away from Caroline and ignored her giggling. She tried to focus on his voice and his words after he had started reading again.

"How wrong you can be when trying to predict the future. Even when he was sure to have abandoned her from his thoughts she kept reappearing in his daydreams. Without noticing he pictured her face every time he saw dark brown hair and he tried to remember her smell every time he walked past flowers and trees. She didn't leave his head for one second."

The reader finished his performance at an extraordinary interesting point. He knew how to keep people waiting. He looked down at the listeners and Elena felt his gaze look over her for a few seconds. He smiled and said: "My dearest audience, this is the ending of my reading for today. As you may have heard I will continue to read for you at different places in this beautiful little town during the next days. So whoever feels like it is invited to join the next gathering. But now is the time for your questions and moments of small fame. Feel free to speak your mind; I promise you, I'll be nice." He smiled again and Elena imagined that she heard someone sigh out of admiration in the first row.

Usually he could tell who was going to ask the first question of the night. There were always the same kind of people at readings. This audience was rather young but he knew that that was due to the interview he had given a few days prior to the event. The journalist had been absolutely infatuated with him and he had to give her credit for staying at least a little bit professional. If he had wanted her he could have had her but Andie Starr was not his type and also a few years his elder.

In the middle of the audience there was a young woman who looked like she was about to raise her hand but she didn't want to be the first one to say something. He took a closer look at her and was surprised by her beauty. She had long dark brown her that hung down straight along her face. Her clothes were cared for but were not especially fashionable not exactly extravagant. Before she could realize that he was analyzing her he let his gaze sweep again and smiled.

"There is no need to be shy. I am going to answer whatever question you have even the mean ones. Not that I hope you have mean questions quite on the contrary." He smiled again. Still nobody seemed to be interested in asking a question. He had been slightly counting on the blond man in the middle who looked like he was a teacher and who had raised his eyebrow every once in a while during the event. He didn't expect anything from the two front rows since the young women look like they were not really interested in his writing skills. Some of them were actually looking quite bored around like they hoped it would soon be over and they could go home telling that they had met someone remotely famous. He did not envy there small town life.

His gaze fell again on the young woman in the middle of the room. There was a cute blonde sitting next to her who had just said something she obviously considered hilarious. The dark haired did not agree with her but just rolled her eyes.

Elena had questions but she absolutely did not want to be the first one to ask. It was never good to be the first. She preferred to hide at least a little bit behind other people. But nobody seemed to want to help her. Caroline was nudging her in her rips to finally raise her arm.

"Leave it!" She hissed. In the end she raised her hand as the first preparing herself to speak out loud in front of so many people she knew and didn't know.

His gaze had been on the left and therefore he just saw her raising her hand out of the corner of his eye. She seemed to hesitate when lifting her arm but got it together in the last few seconds of the move. He turned his head quickly to stare at her. Before she could become uncomfortable with the intensity of his look he smiled at her and made an inviting gesture towards her. "Yes, please?"

She turned around to make sure that she was the only one who was going to ask a question.

"I have a question concerning your latest book and the commercial success of the same."

He looked at her in a seemingly encouraging way. He knew that being open made people formulate their questions much nicer while smiling at the same time confused them immensely. But she was not confused by his well-rehearsed tricks.

"Do you think that the success of your book is rightful concerning that some critics called your writing as of poor quality and simple formulas? I mean if you compare your way of writing with the style of other famous writers the language does seem awfully flat and redundant."

He was used to these kinds of questions. So called literacy critics asked the same all the time but out of the mouth of a pretty young woman he had never heard them. But as always he was prepared for the question.

„If you look back at the history of literature and bestselling novels you will realize that most commercially successful books where exactly that. Not of extraordinary written quality but still caught the reader at exactly the point he wanted to be caught. I never talk bad about colleagues but if you take a look at the bestselling books of the past year you will realize that some of them were definitely not high quality writing. Still, they were more successful than some critically acclaimed book. Critics don't buy books, you do!" He laughed out loud and many people in the room laughed with him. He observed amused how the body of the young woman stiffened. She did not seem to be satisfied with his answer.

He was already scanning the crowd again. Maybe he would take one of these young woman in the front row home with him. It would have been an easy catch and he did not feel like hunting tonight for the company he liked.

He suddenly noticed that the young woman ad stubbornly raised her hand again. She was obviously not satisfied with the phrases he had thrown at her. He nodded towards her to how that accepted another question. "You have another question?"

Elena shook her head: "No, to be honest I still have the same question. You just did not answer it. " She gave him a big smile that would have probably convinced everyone else in the room that she was a nice girl except him. He knew that smile. It was the same that he always used on unwanted people or on people he had obviously just insulted.

"Well would you mind repeating your question? I am not sure I have it still perfectly in my mind and I would not want to answer in a way that was not satisfying to you again."

„I see, you are not that young anymore." She answered with a wicked smile. He looked plastered. "Then maybe if you have problems remembering questions for only a few seconds you should be handing out pieces of paper and pens so people can write down their questions. Although" she smiled again. "maybe you should also be handing out papers with themes you would prefer not to talk about or things that you will just avoid. That would make this convention so much easier."

"Now, that you have so nicely not repeated your question I am starting to remember it suddenly. The language of my books is born out of the way that I see the world and my surroundings. Therefore it is built for the purpose of my books only. It is not possible to compare it to other languages. And now that we are already talking about my books, " he started his well-planned connection, " I am announcing that my new book will be published this spring. The title will be "Mitosis". Like I have already sad during the next days I will continue to read from my current book. I hope you enjoyed the reading and I will see you next time again."

Some disappointed faces looked up to him from the audience. He hoped that they had wanted him to read further in his book and not hear the rest of his exchange with the intriguing young woman. After he had thanked his audience again he left the stage with one last look at the young woman. She was really something.

A/N: What do you think? Like it? Review and tell me what you think. Will she fall for him quick or slowly what would you prefere? Love, Santavica