So, I have been away for a loonnnnng time. I also have a bad reputation for not finishing stories or not finishing them well. My pattern has been to have a decent idea and I just run out of steam and don't think it through to the end. So for that, you all have my deepest apologies and I do not recommend that you explore my other stories. Now, on this note, I have had this idea for a few years actually. And I know my own pattern and as I began the story I decided not to publish it because I knew the likelihood of actually ending was small. So I continued to write this on my own time and sometimes took months off without writing.
Here comes the happy news, after I don't know how long I actually finished it! And I was still wary about publishing it because I have spent so much time on it and would hate it if readers hated it. But I thought that maybe, just maybe, some readers may enjoy it and that would make me feel accomplished. So please I hope you like this story.
A few notes, I do not own these characters from the TV show (obviously) and the main character in my story actually does not exist so don't try to find her anywhere else. Next, this is a mature story so please be aware of that, I will provide warning when lemons are coming if you wish to scroll past them.
This takes place in season two of Vampire Diaries so I am about to take you way back...enjoy!
She looked over the letter for the fifth time, stopping at the ninth word "You know I wouldn't ask unless I had to…" Tossing the letter on her espresso stained coffee table she jolted up with enough grace to not spill red wine on the carpet. The young woman took delicate sips of the ruby liquid while staring at the piece of paper whose words seemed to taunt her. Over the past decade she had been writing back and forth with him, nothing serious or specific at first, just pleasantries between old friends brought on by guilt. As the resentment slid away memories and comfort took its place, sparking the once great friendship.
She knew all about how he returned home, to the place she first met him and things fell apart. He told her even though there are painful memories buried in that land; the place will always be his home. She knew all about the dilemma that was going on over there and thought many times, through many letters, that she would go and help any way she could. If she were asked of course, even though she hoped she never would be. But now, now the plea was gazing up at her in elegant script that did not reveal the severity of the situation. "Fuck" she muttered, downing the rest of her wine, folding the letter and rapidly dialing on her cell phone.
"Hello?" A groggy voice interrupted the previous silence.
"Delilah, I am sorry to call so early" The young woman sweetly apologized to her assistant, doing her best to hide her brewing frustration.
"No, no worries Ms. what can I do for you? " Delilah asked, the sound of rustling sheets being heard through the phone, indicating that she was getting Delilah's full attention.
"I need you to book the first flight out to Richmond, Virginia. One way, preferably before the afternoon" The woman instructed, staring at the return address on the envelope.
"Virginia? But, Miss you have a meeting in a few hours with the gentleman from Transylvania."
"This is more important, please reschedule the meeting and apologize for the inconvenience"
"They will not be happy." Delilah slowly exclaimed as she wrote down her instructions so she would not forget in her sleepy daze.
"If they express their disappointment remind them they may seek their service elsewhere, and to not seek mine again for the future." The woman grinned to herself "See if they give you trouble if they think they will be on my shit list. And you call me the minute they begin to be difficult Delilah"
"Yes, Miss."
"Now go back to sleep, I am sorry I disturbed you. But, please do not forget about my flight. It is important that I get there as soon as possible"
"Yes Miss, I will email you the details. Would you like a car to pick you up when you get there?"
"Just the car, I do not need the driver. Something fast."
"Of course" With that the young woman hung up the phone, poured another glass of wine and begun to pack.
The young woman zipped up her final bag; confident she remembered everything she would possibly need. Picking up her blinking phone she read the forwarded email from Delilah telling her the flight would take off at 7am. Glancing at the clock that read 3am she decided she had enough time for a shower, hoping the warm water would relax her muscles.
She walked into her spacious white and teal accented bathroom, tossing her old sweats as she made her way toward the shower. She always loved the water, and living in the city the closest she got was her shower. The wall-to-wall polished tile was her little heaven in her personal hell, it was something she splurged on when buying the apartment. The landlord was at first not happy to have construction in a rented place, but she put a stop to that quickly.
With her forehead pressed against the cool wall, she let the water fall over her shoulders, watching it drip around her feet. "I never thought I'd go back" she murmured to herself. Unlike him, Mystic Falls was not her home; the place could have burned to the ground all those years ago. But she could never say no to helping one of her boys, and he knew that even though his words were true. He wouldn't have asked unless there was no other option.
She slammed her hand against the tile in anger of her situation, caving in the stone and causing some to fall to the floor. "Fuck" She said again, turning off the water and yanking a towel from the rack. She grabbed her phone off the counter and texted Delilah to contact her contractor to have her shower fixed by the time she got back. She also sent a little bonus into Delilah's account for having to deal with the Transylvanians.
Quickly drying her bangs and throwing the rest of her auburn hair up in a bun, she applied minimal makeup and left the bathroom. She put on a pair of leggings and a breezy white button up shirt that hung loosely on her toned frame. Finally, she put on all of her rings and tall combat boots, grabbed her bags and walked out of her apartment, the clock read 5am.
"Good morning Miss, you are awake early! I did not know you were traveling, didn't you just get back?" The pleasant doorman asked as he grabbed some bags from her shoulders.
"Good morning Manny." She smiled sweetly relinquishing the extra weight. "You know me, always on the road! I am not sure how long I will be, if you wouldn't mind forwarding my mail to Delilah I would really appreciate it."
"Will do" Manny agreed as he opened the door to the cab then went to go put the bags in the trunk. "You have a safe trip"
"Thank you, I will be sure to grab something for your daughter, her birthday is coming up isn't it?" She asked through the window.
"It is, but you don't need to do that!" The young woman waved it off, Manny was a nice man with a young daughter who was his world and kept no less than ten photos on him at all times.
"You know I will anyway" She had made a habit of picking up a little something the girl would like on her trips. It helped her forget what she was always leaving for and gave her something to look forward to. The cab drove off in the direction of the airport; she laid her head back and could hear the ticking of her watch counting down to the inevitable.
I know, not very specific, who is this woman? We don't know yet so don't feel lost. Please review and tell me what you think.