Rock the Ballet

Introduction


All of the movements when performed correctly seem to flow together in time with the music. The movements are quite physically demanding, but very enjoyable. In ballet, the ballerina is the conductor, gracefully gliding across the floor, keeping in tempo time with the music.

The audience was hushed, holding their breaths until she made that fatal movement to begin the entire show. Her body was positioned into an á la seconde, foot placed to the side while her other foot was placed completely in the center. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, the tutu of the unitard flowing down to her mid-thigh, the midnight-black outfit glistening in the stage lights. With a sharp intake of breath, she lifted her foot into an attitude position, one leg in the air while her other foot was pressed onto her toes, arms spread out.

She gracefully leapt across the floor, landing onto one leg where she spun into a pirouette, a complete black bur, leaving the audience gasping. It was a beautiful sight to see Elena Gilbert, the top ballet dancer in New York City. She was graceful, beautiful, well-trained, and a hard-worker. Once she completed her pirouette, she began to twirl, bringing her right leg up to the back of her knee. She ended with a grand battement, throwing her leg as high as possible while keeping her other leg straight. It was the highlight of the night as countless roses were thrown onto the stage. Her chest heaved up and down as she smiled, doing a small bow, showing her appreciation towards the audience.

Elena glanced to the stage director behind the curtain, signaling for her to quickly get off of the stage. She nodded slightly before bowing once again and rushing off of the stage.

"You did great!" Bonnie enveloped her into a hug. Elena chuckled, raising her head just in time to see a blur of blonde hair rushing towards her.

"Elena, that was flawless!" Caroline joined in on the group hug, earning them a few stares. The next performer was announced, snapping Elena back into the real world.

She pulled back, "Any improvements?" Both girls shook their heads, smiles tugging at their lips.

Caroline grabbed Elena's hand, guiding her towards the exit, "This calls for a celebration, and I know just the place." Elena tried to pull back desperately.

"I'm still in my performance clothing." She sighed about to walk to her dressing room.

Bonnie immediately stepped forward, "Which is why I brought a dress. You can get changed in the car." Elena chuckled before letting Caroline drag her back towards the exit.


The music was a bit too loud for her taste, but the sweet melody hidden beneath was making her sway her hips. The dark blue cocktail dress hugged her curves, defining each twist and turn of her body.

I can definitely get used to this.

She brought the martini glass to her lips, finding only an olive on a toothpick. Sighing, she made her way towards the bar, "Dirty martini, please." She called out over the blaring music.

"So, you like them dirty?" A voice asked, dripping with sarcasm. She snapped her gaze towards the direction of the voice, finding a heart-throbbing image. Never before had she seen such an angel face; midnight-black hair, icy blue eyes, finely-curved lips, toned muscles, defined cheek bones. Ugh, he was drop-dead handsome.

"I-I guess." Elena choked out, gulping down the knot that was forming in her throat. He nodded, downing the glass of auburn liquid.

He turned to her again, "I gotta go. I'll be playing in a few minutes." She nodded, even if she didn't understand what he meant. With a slight chuckle, he slid off of the stool, disappearing into the heavily-dense crowd.

She sighed, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, watching the spot that he had previously sat. Mere minutes had passed before a voice boomed out over the fading music, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have quite a treat for you. About to go on a national tour, here is Serpenti!" The entire room erupted into cheers, while Elena stayed still, staring at the same spot.

The sweet voice seemed to sing to her, filling the hole in her heart. She snapped her head up, seeing the angel eyes locked to her face. The breath hitched in her throat, watching the way his lips moved to the lyrics as if the words were carved into his head. There was an immediate connection; a connection that she knew would cause havoc.

The thought bounced around the sides of her head, finally bringing her the final conclusion. Gathering her purse, Elena rushed towards Caroline who was on the far end of the bar, clearly hammered. She was clutching the edge of the bar from falling off of the stool as she giggled like a school girl. Elena rolled her eyes, helping Caroline to her feet.

"Care, where's Bonnie?" She asked, surveying the room for the lost face.

Caroline straightened her back, "She left with some guy," She giggled, "She was sloshed."

Before Elena could gather any words to say, there was a tap on her shoulder. She winced, knowing who it was. Spinning around, her fears came true. "Hey." Damon purred. She smiled in reply, not knowing if she could speak at that point. He shrugged it off, "Want to get out of here? My band's finished playing."

She hesitated, about to say no, when Caroline cut in, "Go ahead. She needs to get laid anyways." Elena spun around, playfully hitting Caroline on the shoulder.

"Who will drive you home? You're clearly drunk." Elena asked, narrowing her eyes towards her friend. Caroline pointed towards the man who slung an arm around her shoulder. "He will." She shrugged her shoulders, "I swear, he's not drunk." Elena narrowed her eyes suspiciously before turning back to Damon who had an amused smirk on his lips.

"Shall we?" He gestured for her to go first. She smiled sweetly before walking out the exit, looking one last time over her shoulder towards Caroline.

"I'm sure that she'll be fine. She's with one of my bandmates." He shrugged it off, leading her towards a car. She was about to reply when the breath was involuntarily taken away once again. His car barely classified in the category; it was a beautiful model of the Lamborghini Miura in blushing red.

"Wow." It was the only word she could get out before slipping into the passenger's seat. It seemed the alcohol had fogged both of their minds, blocking out any judgment.


When the morning arose, the sheets were strewn across the hotel floor, along with the discarded clothing. The guitar in the corner rested upon the wall screamed that a rock star was occupying the room. Most of the black pillows were thrown carelessly into lamps which then collided with the floor. A hell of a night, some may call it.

The first to awake was Elena, stretching her arms high into the air before snuggling her face into the warm pillow. Too warm of a pillow. She snapped her eyes open, chest heaving up and down as realization came crashing down upon her.

"Oh. My. God." She whispered as she gently lifted her head to figure out her surroundings. Her eyes locked with the amused ones before her, smirking like the devil.

"So…" He said, sitting up. She slowly backed away from him, eyes wide.

"We didn't…?" She trailed off, letting him figure it out.

He gestured towards both of their naked bodies, "Quite obviously we did."


I really wanted to try an all-human story, so I went with this storyline. I have a few other storylines that I am willing to try if you guys want all-human stories. In this one, she does get pregnant from the one-night stand.

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