Hi, Diana here! Hey, if you don't watch the Vampire Diaries then NO FEAR. We totally changed every character in every way possible and are writing this in the midst of some plot line where all the evil vampires are in holiday in Jamaica.(They all love the sun you see). And if you do watch the vampire diaries... well.. your favourite characters are either gay and incestuous, bitchy, or non existent. Enjoy.(or take some drugs and then enjoy.)
Introduction
Twas the beginning of yet another boring year at school, and me being me, I wanted to find a way to slack off. So naturally I decided to write vampiric gay incest fanfiction! Throughout the story, the writing style will constantly change from 'Fuck! Were these people on drugs?' to 'This is the best thing I've read in a long time!' *earnest nod*
Partly because three people are writing the story at the same time. So yeah, this thing is pretty fucking confusing. Naturally, my amazing idea for this beautifully planned fanfic was noticed by a couple of kids who decided to jump on the bandwagon. And then we, having watched about 10 full episodes combined of TVD , wrote this piece of shit.
Chapter 1 - "Elena doesn't have to know..."
It was a dark and gloomy afternoon when Damon found Stefan in the sitting room, brooding.
"Sup bro?" Damon casually asked.
Stefan continued to ignore him while staring into the distance. Damon rolled his eyes and gave a deep sigh.
"You're not still mad about Elena, are you?"
Stefan gave Damon a steely glare.
"What do you think?" Stefan violently retorted.
"Look bro, I know that you think you deserve Elena more than me, but look at the big picture. It was never going to last. It's not like you were going to turn her or anyth-"
"Shut up, Damon! Just shut up!" Stefan took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his smooth, ebony hair. "I don't need this aggravation from you right now, Damon." Stefan said, his eyes glinting in the golden, dusty glow of the room.
"Bro, I did it for you!" Damon exclaimed. "Because I l-"
"For me?!" Stefan shouted, enraged. "You stole my girlfriend, the love of my life, to help me? Even with a twisted mind like yours how does that make sense?"
Damon stumbled back as if he had been shot, hurt flaring up in his eyes. He turned away, hiding his tears; but Stefan could see his shoulders gently shaking.
"Damon, I didn't mean... Don't take it so hard..." Stefan forced out, not knowing how to comfort his distraught brother.
There was a pregnant silence, filled with sexual tension.
"I'm not... I don't know what you're talking about... I'm fine..." Damon squeaked, his voice strangled by his tears and emotions. He turned around, his eyes slightly red and swollen. Stefan's heart ached for causing his brother so much pain. He regretted every word, and wished he could take them back. There was another silence, but this time it was awkward and not sexual.
"Do you want to watch some sport?" asked Stefan, hopefully.
"Whatever you want, bro." said Damon.
Soon enough the two brothers were sitting on the couch. Stefan stared blankly at the flat-screen. For some reason he felt awkward.
Damon had now become his usual cocky self,but Stefan couldn't get the image of how vulnerable Damon had looked out of his mind. Stefan had felt an irresistable urge to protect him. Stefan thought for a second before enveloping Damon in a hesitant embrace. Damon went stiff, and for a moment Stefan pulled back before Damon looped his arms around his neck and put his head on his shoulder.
"How long has it been since we came into physical contact, apart from fighting?" murmured Stefan. Damon's arms tightened around Stefan's body.
"One hundred and sixteen years, twenty seven days." replied Damon softly.