Hi readers, so I haven't made a Vampire Diaries fiction yet but I love the show, and Damon, and wanted to write one. This is Damon/OC but it will build over time. I also want to let you know that I do support Elena/Damon so I will not write badly about her or Stefan as well as any of their little gang. I do not own Vampire Diaries and all of the work that is from the show belongs to their rightful owners. I only own Evangeline and her family as well as any other characters I might add to the story that the writers of VD didn't include in the show. I apologize for any grammar mistakes or any spelling errors ahead of time.
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Vampire. It was a concept I would have laughed at about a month ago. But now, well I guess I'll just have to explain the big deep load of crap I really am in.
It was late October in Mystic Falls, Virginia and the leaves were a flurry of red, yellow, and orange, with the occasional brown and it was cool and crispy outside. All in all I could say it was pretty nice outside. I always loved the fall and winter seasons and always disliked the hot and humid weather everyone in my town adored. I guess it was because we lived by the shore that everyone felt that their favorite season was summer because of the ocean and no school; but I could see from the boys' view; they got to see all the girls half naked. Something that would deem impossible in the winter and fall.
I was dressed in my favorite dark blue Hollister jeans and a maroon colored drape cardigan with a black lace tank underneath; on top of that I had my favorite black North Face jacket to help conserve the warmth. My dark hair lay in its natural straight style to the bottom of my back. I guess I looked average with a pair of black chucks, which I adored greatly. I waved bye to my mother who stood in the kitchen with her blonde highlighted hair tucked into a ponytail; I always wished my mom would let her hair go naturally dark again but she said that all her grey hair would show and she didn't want to look like a grandma. I always shook my head at that comment and let my mouth run about how she was only 34 years old, but she never listened.
Since my family had limited money to use on cars and such, I was forced to drive the bus alone with the younger kids from my neighborhood. I had adjusted great to high school, but the lack of friends was discomforting; where I lived, we went to a junior high school where all the kids who I met and made friends with went to a different high school than me, so I was left with the few friends I had around my neighborhood, which wasn't much. I sighed and bowed my head to look at the concrete as I passed the few houses on my street. Those were the perks of living in a small neighborhood; all the houses were separated greatly so it gave us a lot of leeway when it came to backyard parties, but it also made the town a bit freakier.
I stood by the corner of the block and looked down the road to try and find the blob of yellow and black honking down the road, but I was left with only a sound of a bird's chirp and light blow of the wind. I frowned and shifted my feet to try to keep from tiring. I stood for another five minutes before I gave up completely and checked my phone for the time. The digital clock stood out in bright blue letters saying, 6:50 am. I almost dropped the phone before dashing down the sidewalk toward my house.
Breathing heavily I yanked the front door open but was met with a locked knob. My eyes widened as I remember my mother saying, "I have a very important meeting with the head of the company today so I will be out of town. Make sure you get to school on time," I groaned at the memory and swooshed my head around to look at the other houses. Empty.
It would be just my luck. I never really was a lucky child anyway. I walked back down the driveway and poked my head to see a dark car driving around the corner. I ran to catch up but they were already gone. Just as I was about to call it quits a boy was walking down the sidewalk on my side of the street. His blue eyes stood out against his dark black hair, which seemed to pop against the pallor color of his skin. Other than the strange entrance, he was absolutely beautiful.
He turned his gaze off the landscape around us and focused it on me. It seemed like the world disappeared, like he was looking through my soul, as he just stared before planting a heavenly smile upon his face and walking up next to me. He wore all black, but I guess that's what you expect out of a guy like this.
"Hi, you wouldn't happen to know a way to the high school would you?" he asked, his voice like melting chocolate. I sat there until my brain woke up and smiled lightly. I looked to my right and watched the birds for a moment before looking back.
"Well I do know where the high school is, but I just so happened to miss the bus there. And seeing how I don't have a car and my mom isn't home to drive me I won't be able to show you. But there is the cheer captain down the road. She could show you," I spoke highly for the girl in question. Caroline Forbes was one of the sweetest, most spirited junior I knew. We used to be best friends but she got more involved in sports and popularity than I did. We give smiles and chat once in a while but she is usually seen hanging around Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennet. The it crowd. Just thinking about her made guilty, but I was happy that she could find good friends after we stopped hanging out on weekends.
"Oh that's alright. I could give you a ride if you want. My car is just down the road and you could give me directions there," he smiled again, almost as if trying to persuade me to say yes. I had a sudden burst of instinct to run from the boy in front of me, it felt like when you were in the presence of a criminal and all you want to do is leave because of the feeling you have around them.
I shook my head to clear out the thought and smiled brightly at the boy, "Yeah that'd be really great thank you," I followed him away from my house and we walked down the cold sidewalk before we came across a dark looking house.
"I know it's not much, but my family and I manage; my car is just around the back," when he said this it was like he had something else on his mind and I couldn't help the bad feeling creating butterflies in my stomach as I followed him around the dark pathway. Something is wrong, something is very wrong and I have to leave, were the only thoughts running through my scattered mind.
"You have a very nice-," I was going to complement him on his home before he grabbed me by my neck and slammed me against the aging wood. I grasped his hands in attempt to remove them and gasped at the cold temperature. He squeezed harder until my face was red and I was choking for air.
His face suddenly transformed. Dark, angry veins ran in intricate lines across his cheekbones. His eyes, no longer the sky blue, were glowing red and the pupil suddenly seemed to dilate. He no longer seemed angelic, or beautiful. The innocent boy who was asking for help suddenly seemed to vanish. A monster stood in front of me and I was a fool to not listen to the screaming voice that demanded that I flee from his presence. His face seemed to hold a deathly, chalky tone. A color that, for a human, could only be achieved by completely avoiding the sun or white face paint; it was impossible of course because everyone needs sun and he was definitely not wearing makeup. His skin color was impossible for a human. That is if he is human. I thought.
I tried to beg for mercy but that only seemed to make the hand around my neck tighten more. My attempt at talking was foolish when he pulled my face near his. He caressed my cheek and tilted his head to the left, letting his hand on that side loosen a little as his freezing lips touched my jugular.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but then I'd be lying," were his only words coming out raspy and harsh before I felt a cruel stab in my neck and the feel of blood being drawn and leaking over my jacket. I choked and tried pushing him away, only met with and angry growl and more pressure added to my neck.
I felt the life draining quickly before the thing was thrown away and a metallic, thick, and lumpy liquid passed through my throat. I fell into a strong pair of arms before I collapsed into a dark abyss of unconsciousness.