AR One-Shot
I Do Not Own The Vampire Diaries
Ink Runs Like Blood
The sparrow waited for her in the large tree outside her window, his slightly blue feather's invisible in front of the backdrop of the night. Tonight there were no stars or a moon, it was pitch black and as opaque as the dark glasses he wore when he was outside during the day. He would wait for however long it took for her to fall asleep, he had all the time in the world to wait. More than that, he thought wearily, because he could quite easily outlive this godforsaken planet, if he didn't get himself killed.
And if he indeed was going to live beyond the apocalypse, he needed to conquer every challenge this world had to offer. She, the beauty innocently unaware, was a challenge. He tugged gently at the two pieces of black cloth in his hand. This was going to be fun.
When she finally let her diary slip from her fingers, he knew she was fast asleep. Absently, he wondered what could have made her wait so long to let herself fall into slumber – and then he pondered if she knew she was being watched. A watching wolf always makes the sheep nervous, he thought. Except, he was no wolf, he was a vampire.
He returned to a human state quickly and easily, becoming a crouching figure on a tree branch. He knew no one was watching, but still he glanced at the empty street. There were no cars tonight and everything was still. Even the window opened without a sound as he pried it open with his nails, and he was able to slip inside unnoticed.
Elena awoke to see fabric over her eyes - she could see little pin-points of light because the cloth was thin, but not enough to see anything substantial. She could hear the sound of an engine softly growling in the background and she could smell leather close to her face. She was laid out on a firm bed and her body ached in ways she had never felt. She had never been an athlete, very rarely took part in sports, and yet her limbs throbbed as if she had been running.
She tried to speak, to call out, to anyone but every time she moved her mouth something rough rubbed against her lips. The two corners of her mouth felt raw and red. It was all she could do to moan, but even that made the aching dryness in her throat sting. Images of being in a coffin, trapped and alone, flooded her mind and made it impossible to think of anything else. She knew she wasn't in her bedroom any more.
The humming noise stopped suddenly, and she felt the insides of her chest crash against her ribs. The uneasiness grew in her stomach and she tasted blood in her mouth as blood escaped from her torn lip. She could feel the burning pain of the wound and hands on her face, and the knowledge that someone was with her, she wasn't alone, gave her some comfort; if she were trapped in a coffin 6 feet underground, then surly she would be alone.
But her relief ended abruptly when she felt a soft pressure on her lips. She felt whoever leaned over her sucking the wound, taking blood, and a sick feeling formed within her. It would have been different if she knew that vampires only existed in books, that they only existed in nightmares, but as it sucked she knew.