Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Vampire Diaries, the book series nor the T.V. series. Or the the entire fandom in anyway, L.J Smith and the creators of the show own both and L.J. smith is the proper creator of the entire series.
Summary: She has a demon, eating her from the inside. She needs saving before she becomes one of the worst things she would hate to ever turn into. Who will save her?
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this new fanfiction of mine, this is sort of a darkside story...or sort of, I notice as I channel the writer in me if you could say say that...is that I have a 'darkside' in me when writing. Maybe? =P
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story! I feel this song is best listened to with: Nomads by Carter Burwell, yes I am aware of what movie this instrumental piece was orchestrated for but if you separate the piece from what it was made for... or even if you listen to this song as just a simple separate instrumental piece I think it may be suitable for this chapter. Truthfully a variety of songs...and musical pieces inspired this chapter before you so it is hard to really pick one...
Again, anyways:
On with the chapter! ^^
This chapter was beta read by: Expressionista, I want to say thank you for beta reading my work and making this chapter easier to read for other readers.
Rain streamed across the glass pane in gentle rivulets. Beyond the special one-way glass she could see the somber, gray sky covered with clouds that blended together. It looked as if it was cloudless and the rain only made the scenery dreary, silent and cold.
The wind whistled, its sound akin to the whistling of an old-fashioned tea kettle.
Oddly enough, the gloomy scenery calmed her; the sound of the rain falling was music to her ears.
From her window seat, her hand lifted and outstretched towards the glass. Her fingers molded against the glass and trailed down with lazy movements. She registered the cool temperature it had absorbed from the outside, but found it didn't affect her in any way.
The reflection of a girl with a dark mane tumbling down over her shoulders caught her attention. Dark eyes mixed with an unreadable emotion stared back at her. She could see the far-away expression set into the normally creamy skin that now had a pale pallor against the glass surface. She was wrapped in a simple black shawl, a laced black corset with sweet blue fringe snugly fit against her upper body while simple form-fitting jeans sheathed her lower body. Slowly she brought up a foot fit into a knee-length boot to rest outstretched against the window seat.
With parted lips a soft gush of air left her light pink frosted lips as she ran a single free hand through her dark tresses. Her hand came to rest limply against the soft, plush window seat accented by midnight tones.
She lifted her eyes to gaze into the somber sky; the gray was darkening into the shade of a storm. She reached her hand out again to touch the sky, but was met with the glass barrier. A flash of lightning caught her eyes and thunder softly boomed, pouring through the confines of her room.
Her hand molded against the window as her disjointed memory coursed through the dark recesses which represented her mind at that moment.
Rain pounded against the roof of the car heavily, making loud thudding sounds it fell. She ripped down the road far past the speed limit, thankful that it was an abandoned road. However, she couldn't help but wish it was busier because perhaps then she would have found comfort in numbers, with other living, breathing people around her even if they had been trapped in metal automobiles.
The wind whistled eerily with high pitched tones. She swore a 'witchy' cackling sound mingled in with the wind.
Heavy, ragged breaths emitted from her practically constricted throat. Her heart was a loud drum, thudding against her ribcage painfully and racing furiously. She swore she would have been able to hear the sound outside of her body as her blood rushed and pounded in her ears. A ringing sound chimed in her ears painfully, making her lose the intense focus she had adopted before.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly as tenseness laced her muscles' actions. Fear and panic coursed through her body like poison, tainting every fiber of her body as her mind kept screaming, chanting a simple word.
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
She almost hit the brakes when she thought she saw something blur across the road.
Thankfully, once she slowed for a few seconds she saw the road before her empty.
She swallowed nervously and picked up her previous speed.
Her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat as she felt her body flush and her blood warm in reaction to the adrenaline pumping through her system. It asked her to choose: Fight or Flight.
She, of course, had chosen the first; she had no chance of fighting.
She felt sick as the overwhelming excitement coursed through her. Her eyes began to water and quickly she freed one hand from the steering wheel as tears spilled onto her cheeks, quickly brushing them away. Her hands began to tremble as soon as she returned it to the steering wheel.
Gingerly biting her lower lip, she pressed down on the gas pedal and increased the speed of the car.
As darkness fell and enveloped the trees, she only felt even more naked then she had already felt.
She couldn't, wouldn't stop driving, not of her own free will…she couldn't afford to. She needed to get away: her life was in danger…in harms way of being forfeited.
A black car zipped past her, the windows tinted much darker than was normal. She felt a small fraction of relief as it zipped past.
Her body jolted against her seat as her phone released a buzzing noise from its place beside her. Quickly she grabbed the phone, desperately needing talk to someone. "Unknown" glowed at her in the dark confines of her car. Hesitantly she answered it.
Her voice left her lips shaky and strained. "Hello?"
A quick breath left her lips and then a maniacal chuckle reached her ears.
The phone call cut off and her breaths left her sharply. Just as she was setting down the phone, it chimed at her. Quickly she glanced at it and couldn't make out the blurred name. She answered it and a male voice spoke to her, worry and panic lacing his tone. Through sobs and shaky breaths she could only manage in that moment to say two words. "Help me." The voice sounded muffled and she simply uttered an, "I'm scared."
The crunch of metal caused her to focus on what was in front of her more intently.
A dark figure hunched on the car's hood.
Her heart rate increased as she he heard her name being called. However, like being under compulsion, she was unable to focus on the person on the phone and only on what was in front of her.
Dark emotions emanated from the figure before her.
Her shuddering shook her body and as the figure lifted its head, the face blurred except for the disturbingly crooked grin with sensual lips parted as sharp canines poked past the upper lip.
The glass shattered and she instinctively took her hands off the wheel to cover her eyes. A cold, slick hand gripped her wrist. It slid down to her fingers and tugged at the phone in her hand. She swore she could hear the yells of her name and then she heard the car screech followed by a thump.
As she peeked through a space in her shield of arms she saw the car begin to tip over.
Her hands slumped against her sides and the car flipped fully.
Panic made choked breaths leave her as the car rested and she heard the creaking of metal and footsteps. Instantly she clawed to free herself from her seat belt and when she couldn't, she grasped the ceiling and tried to push herself free. Pain echoed through her muscles with every movement. She felt weak, cold and exhausted.
The loud, echoing footsteps stopped and with a creak the car flipped over. She found herself slumped, almost upright against a damp body. She found she couldn't hear the owner of the voice speaking, but she knew whoever had her trapped was speaking by the rumble she felt emitting from his chest.
As if she could mentally hear what he was saying, she stayed quiet.
"Hello, ah, you must be the boyfriend of the lovely girl I have here... Ah, I wouldn't insult me if I were you…I hold a precious life in my hands. She's doing fine, I'm here to sadly to inform you she is unavailable at the moment…could you call back? Good boy, see you then…bye!" She screamed and kicked as he tried to hoist her over his shoulder. A soft material that carried a fragrant, earthy, pungent scent was forced over her mouth and she instantly felt dizzy. A beep reached her ears and she felt herself this time being lazily hoisted over a muscular body.
The last thing she could remember seeing or hearing was the creak of the car before it exploded into flames.
Instantly she blacked out.
When she returned to consciousness she found herself in a torn up clearing. A tall fire blazed in front of her. Dark cloaked figures stood around the fire and bloodied, mangled bodies were piled to the side haphazardly.
A figure covered in shadow all except for the lips and the skin below that region were visible. She couldn't make out color, as if she was color blind, but she saw hair fall into the person's right eye.
The voiceless figure with the blurred features coaxed her. "Wakey, Wakey"
Fangs peeped out again and he chuckled sinisterly.
She felt panic taint her bloodstream.
He laughed again and she saw her cellphone as it was lifted to where she assumed his ear was. "Hello again, so nice to chat with you for a second time." She swore she could hear anger in the voice that was passing through the phone. She heard her name and instantly she focused, trying to listen more.
"I'm having fun with your girlfriend here. I must say she is such great company." She heard the maniacal laugh again. "Ouch, no need to be touchy…I'm simply having fun with her... Watch your tone. Like I said, her life is in my hands, and I will do whatever the hell I want…you can't do a damn thing about it.
"Let me show you how much fun we're having."
A snarl reached her ears and something cut into her skin at the side of her neck. White hot heat burned her from the inside, screams painfully tore her dry as sandpaper throat and hot tears poured onto her cheeks. Her body stiffened from the amount of pain burning her from the inside.
Instantly the pain subsided as she felt the sharpness leave her skin and she heard a voiceless, maniacal laugh.
She blacked out again.
For a third time she came to and saw blurry eyes gazing at her. The color filled and she saw red eyes and huge pupils staring at her in delight. Fangs protruded from behind the lips that were forming a dark grin.
She noted that her body felt more exhausted (if even possible), and she felt warm liquid seeping down the right side of her neck.
Something warm and exotic tasting dropped onto her lips, weakly her tongue darted out to taste the strange liquid. Like raindrops a few more fell until something was shoved at her and fingers probed at her throat. The pressure forced her to unwillingly begin to swallow the strange tasting liquid.
Muffled protests left her weakly and she heard the voiceless sinister voice speak again, the words echoing in her head. "God, her blood tastes so good."
After a moment the voiceless male spoke again. "Sadly, we must part here. However, as a parting gift I'll let you try to speak to her for the last time." Cool hard plastic or metal was thrust by her ear and she heard her name being called frantically and things she couldn't understand reached her ears.
The object was taken away from her as the male spoke again. "Listen to her say goodbye!" He laughed and then warm breath tickled her right ear. He murmured, "Now...Say goodbye."
In a flash white hot heat in the form of pain blazed inside of her like a volatile fire. It elicited a scream from her as she heard a laugh and everything blurred together.
She saw his hands enclose on the cellphone's small form and a squeak of metal drifted from it as he dropped it to the ground.
She heard a heavy stomp and silence.
Except for the twin pools the color of blood, everything blurred and she heard laughing all around her.
With a last strangled cry, everything went quiet and dark.
Thunder caused her to jolt at the sound, immediately returning to the present.
Detached, she gazed out the window, running her hand down the glass. Unconsciously tears synched with the movement as they rolled down the flesh of her cheek in gentle rivulets.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this new fanfiction of mine.
Again, I'd like to give thanks to the beta reader of these chapters on here: Expressionista.
Until the next chapter!