I wanted to write something that was unlike anything ive read here on FF so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The main Protagonist in this story is Fat because every vampire show has nothing but modelesque people and i wanted to change it up.

This story starts out where Elena meets her Mother Isobel's sister who is murdered right after they meet. Episode 15 season 1 A Few Good Men

enjoy:)

Dear Diary,

I know I have neglected you these past few months, I apologize for that, but just wait till you hear what has occurred in my life during, during the past 24 hours even.

Let's backtrack. About 3 months ago I started having these really weird dreams and day dreams. I keep seeing myself, well not exactly 'myself' -because I would have memory of these things and I'm not fat in these 'dreams'-with 2 guys, good looking ones at that.

One of them has short cropped hair and green eyes, his mouth most commonly in a pressed, almost pursed expression and I don't think he's getting ready to kiss someone every second although he does seem to kiss me, well not me, quite a bit. He has a muscular bod and I am not one to complain but he has his arms crossed and hands in his pockets, A LOT, and according to my vast knowledge of random shit that doesn't matter, that indicates he is Definitely trying to hide something. I am going to refer to him as Stud. The other one-exact opposite. Like night and day-he's a bit shorter but gorgeous none the less. He has these crystal blue eyes that Always seem to glow with intensity and mischief, dark hair that always seems to be a slight mess, his mouth is a bit thin but seemingly plastered in a crooked grin-i have a feeling he's up to no good-, and his bone structure is highly defined. His physique is rather lovely as well he has broad shoulders and a very plump bum-mm mm mm-the way he stands indicates that unlike the other he can't wait to reveal whatever he is hiding, he is clearly over confident in the way he sticks out his chest and bum constantly. I'm going to refer to this one as Slick. Stud and Slick are not the only ones I see in these dreams. There are others as well but they are the most common and I can't get their faces out of my head.

The reason I keep thinking this girl is me is because she looks like my reflection from that one time I went to a carnival and stood in front of this weird mirror in the house of mirrors. I stood there for a long time. It made me skinny, beautiful, and that was the day I lost all my self-esteem. Anyway, this girl looks exactly like I had in the mirror. Same bone structure, same pouty lips same doe-like eyes, only her eyes were brown and mine are a unique mix of blues.

Moving right along. Shortly after these dreams began I started experiencing intense emotions for no obvious reason. For instance one night I was petting Spirit, my cat, and all of a sudden I was filled with rage and without realizing it I gripped onto her tail for who knows how long, it only came to my attention when Spirit nipped at me and let out a cry. Then I was on the phone talking to my teacher about an assignment and I yelled out in pleasure. I had had an orgasm, literally, but there was no evidence! Its escalated this past month though, I'm beginning to feel pain, and lots of it. I don't know what to do! Am I going crazy?

48 hours ago things got Really weird though. I showed up, well not me 'House of Mirrors' me-the skinny one. She showed up right to my door step asking for Isabel, my birth mother. My aunt let her in and took her into the dining room for tea I on the other hand eaves dropped.

Her name is Elena, Elena Gilbert and she lives in Mystic falls. She is a senior in high school and she just found out she was adopted and her birth mother is -drum roll please-Isabel. My mother. She's my sister. Only thing I can come up with is that we are twins if so? I need to have a little sit down with our maker because it's not fair, she gets to be skinny and have 2 beautiful guys around her all the time. Me? I get a low metabolism and my aunt. Ugh. She left after a short talk with my aunt, her aunt, and found out Isabel, our mother was dead. I felt kind of bad for her and almost went to introduce myself but couldn't bring myself to do it. There's no way I could compete in the long run. After she left I went to confront my aunt for never telling me I had a twin, but she had immediately picked up the phone and called someone. She was telling someone that Elena had just stopped by, and then went to her office. I followed quietly, she was hiding something, or was she running? She picked up a pen and began writing. I stood by the door debating on whether to go in or not when her head snapped up and she called my name asking if I were there. I was supposed to be at school, so I couldn't exactly answer. When she got out of her chair to investigate I tippi-ran-ran on my tiptoes as fast as I could- around the corner and up the stairs. She would have caught me 3 steps from the top had there not been someone at the door that exact moment. I made it around the corner and stopped to catch my breath. I watched the door in the reflection of a photo on the wall. I watched the man mumble. I watched my aunt plead. I watched him step inside. I watched him murder my aunt.

She stopped writing and let yet another tear fall from her already swollen eyes onto the paper. Took a few deep breaths and wrote.

After that the rest of the day was a bit of a blur between police and crying and endless questions. I finally made it home around 9o'clock that night. I sat down and cried letting everything out. I had to be strong by the next day, who knew what was in store. I eventually passed out on the couch grasping the pillow that my aunt had embroidered herself.

I woke up the next morning around 8 and reluctantly came to reality. Surprisingly I had no dreams that night, none not even of Stud and Slick. I got up and tried to make lemonade with the Lemons life had given me.

Around 3 I found myself in the den after a phone call asking for some paperwork when I came across the paper on the desk that my aunt had written only moments before her death.

She picked up the paper and re read the letter she had already read 30 times.

My Dearest Erin,

There is so much I should have told you and I fear now I will never have the chance to. If you find this letter it means I am gone. Don't worry about me. It was bound to happen. It will all become clear soon. Because you are going to Mystic Falls. Find Alaric Saltzman, he has a letter from your father and then he can fill you in on the rest and hopefully answer any questions you have. I love you munchkin, take care of yourself.

With worlds of love,

Aunt Jessica

She folded it back up and slipped it in her pocket wondering who her father might be, no one had ever told her, then continued writing.

So now here I am sitting in my car across the street from Alaric Saltzman's apartment, it took a bit of digging but I think I found him. If only I could get myself out of this car and upstairs. I know all my answers are right inside that building, but do I really want them answered?

She stopped writing looked at her watch. It was 5 o'clock, he had to be home school is way past over. She had found out a few things about him as she tried to locate him. She ran over listless scenarios in her head. Finally after admitting to herself that obesity was Not an excuse to stay secluded form people her whole life she wrote one last line in her diary.

Sincerely,

Here goes nothing.

Erin.

So there you go. Chapter one. Have huge plans for this FF. Hope you enjoyed and are now Hooked xP