A wicked meeting
Wicked Lovely/ The vampire Diaries crossover
A/N Hey guys! This is my first fanfic so pls don't attack me with figurative pitchforks or something, kay? Reviews are welcome though personally I write just cos it's fun :) Anyway I don't have a beta and it's kinda long buuuut anyway I hope y'all enjoy! p.s This is set after the series a couple years after she and seth had that really cute scene and umm yeah there WILL be mention of the Salvatores but first I have a few things in mind to cover first...
"Who's coming to town?" I ask Tavish distractedly. Tavish, my trusted advisor and court friend sighs wearily and I stop stroking the adorable summer birds perched on my arm to look up at him. I take in his dark under-eye shadows and his new white streak with an accompanying pang of guilt and sympathy.
"I said, my queen, that Mr Damon Salvatore has been spotted entering town." he repeats calmly, with the tone of one who was used to easily distracted leaders. I shake off the birds gently, ignoring their cries of protests and their fluid, graceful swoops as they flit across the loft. They peck at my hair affectionately and the room fills with the scent of honeysuckle and lemonade.
"So? Why is this… Mr Salvatore so important?" I ask Tavish, in curiosity.
"He is a vampire, m'lady." Tavish reports tentatively.
"A vampire?" I frown, "They exist?"
"Yes."
"Hmm…" I wonder briefly what else exists if vampires and fae folk are real. Werewolves? Unicorns? I snort in derision, stifling a slightly hysterical giggle building inside me. I push the incredulous musings aside to focus on what Tavish has just reported. What is avampire doing in a hotbed faerie town? Is he a threat? Does he drink faerie blood as well as supposedly human?
"Tavish?" I begin firmly.
"Yes, my queen?" he replies.
"Firstly, you may call me Ash, not my queen or your majesty. You are my friend Tavish-"
"I'm sorry but it is tradition, my que-" he starts. He cuts off with one look at my scowl. "Secondly?" he prompts, remembering the name conversation was not the only I wished to discuss.
"Fetch me Nala please." I order. Tavish bows his head and mutters a polite "of course" as he leave. Nala is my third advisor, after Tavish and Siobhan, and also the closest fae friend I have in my court. She is a happy, beautiful faerie who looks human apart from her ethereal blue eyes which glow and her midnight blue, leathery bat wings.
Unconsciously I get out my phone and hover my finger over the number 2, Seth's speed dial button, on my blackberry. I look down in surprise then follow through my instinct and call Seth. He picks up on the first ring.
"Ash, what's wrong?" Seth asks me- tone calm with only a hint of worry. I smile at his concern.
"A vampire has entered town so I'm thinking of calling an emergency meeting with all the fey courts someplace neutral." I explain.
"A vampire?" Seth parrots in surprise. "They exist?"
"Apparently so." I bite and chew my lower lip in thought. Seth hesitates, also thinking.
"Okay. Right then. Um, I'll tell Niall, who'll probably be forced to tell Irial. Then I'll contact Sorcha. You can contact Donia and Keenan. That sound okay?"
"Awesome. Where shall we meet, though?".
"Crow's Nest. No faerie court has held claim over it. Humans are there so all courts kinda have to act good." I sense his satisfied smirk over the line and stifle my own grin.
"Sounds good. Meet in one hour?" I sigh, relieved to have come up with a plan with Seth.
"Sure... And Ash?" he adds tentatively.
"Yeah?"
"Stay safe."
"i will." I beam. "You too."
"Love you." he murmurs fondly as a goodbye. I blush crimson and my whole body burns with a bright golden glow.
"I love you too." I whisper lovingly. I hang up the phone just as Tavish and Nala enter the room. Nala winks knowing the heightened temperature was because of my phone call to my beau. Tavish respectfully doesn't react.
I point at him then demand him to go rest. He raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth- most probably to protest- but I interject him before he can even utter another word.
"You're exhausted. Go nap or… Make the summer girls happy." I resist the feminist values ingrained in my once human brain to remind myself that this was the way of the Summer Fey. The girls need connections or else they will fade. I evoke. "Take Kara and Tracy. They look a little neglected." I add, nodding at the girls swaying to a recent pop number. Tavish inclines his head in respect and then proceeds to say;
"Your worry for me is touching, my queen." I smile at his comment sweetly.
"You are all my is my friendly and honourly duty to worry for , scram." He leaves me to approach the girls. He then strolls out of the lounge with Tracy and Kara twirling in tow. Once they have left. Nala stops twirling her wavy scarlet locks around her finger to focus her pulsating eyes on me.
"My queen?" he asks, her voice honey-smooth. I flop down onto the couch and frown in disgust. "Ugh. Please don't call me that. Not you, at least. 'My queen' sounds to formal, yet Tavish and the other summer fey insist on addressing me as that." I sigh dramatically- and as I'd hoped- Nala giggled, joyfully.
" It is your official title." she reminds me "They say it out of respect and pride of you."
"I know, I know. It just makes me feel a little…"
"Uncomfortable? Old? Responsible?"
"Exactly!"
We both walk to my bedroom, our favourite hang out place. It used to be Keenan's old room but I changed the sheets and adapted it a little. The four-poster queen had white cotton sheets, the draw curtains were a flowy yellow, courtesy of some of the Summer girls, and the ceiling opened out into an elegant architectural arc with windows interspersing the room, making it seem spacey and warm. Wild flowers bloomed across the walls and in a variety of plant pots, looking vibrant and summery. The floor was a plush cream carpet and on the sparse dresser rested my necessities with a few odd sentimental objects, like a framed picture of her and Seth on his birthday at an art exhibition and my mom's old poetry book. It was sparse and clean similar to my room at Gram's.
We sit on a specifically designed, scorch-proof sofa and get a little lost in our own imaginings. After a couple of minutes I sit up again, suddenly restless and energised- a contrast to my wistful thoughts mere moments ago.
"There is a vampire in town." I proclaim, without pretense. I fix my brown eyes on Nala's mesmerising blues. "Please tell me all you know about vampires as I get changed and ready."
"As you wish." Nala chimes. She looks at my outfit, that I'm currently wearing, in scrutiny then asks me: "What is wrong with what you are wearing my- Ash?"
"My Ash?" I tease, walking into the wall-in closet. Nala's porcelain cheeks fill with a dainty light pink and I grin at her ability to blush.
"Blue jeans and an old band shirt seem a little too… Casual." I decide, critically eyeing the expansive range of outfits my faeries have acquired for me. I feel a little overwhelmed. "What does a queen wear to a meeting where she may be judged by other courts?" I muse to myself.
Nala ushers me away from the closet, so I flop onto my comfy bed to stare up at the architecture. While she digs through the masses of clothes she shares all her knowledge on vampires.
"hey do burn in sunlight but some vampires have found a way to walk in the sunlight. I believe that Damon, and his brother Stefan, Salvatore are two of the few who have discovered said way. Vampires are; like faeries: immortal, stronger and faster than humans. Holy water is a lie. So is the garlic folklore though rumour has it that a rare herb called vervain damages them. The Salvatores usually live in a small town named Mystic Falls although, as we do, they travel. They are not the original vampires and although immortal they are not invulnerable. They can be killed by three methods. Staking through the heart, decapitation or fire...We rarely come across vampires. The last time the Summer court was in contact with the Salvatores was when word of: "The Ripper of Monterait" reached our ears. The ripper was apparently the notorious Stefan Salvatore, a bloodthirsty vamp gone wild- or so our peers had us believe. It would be wise to be cautious however, Ash."
I take a few long moments to absorb all this new information. A shiver of fear crawls down my spine like a cold finger. My panicked, jumbled thoughts are broken by Nala's chirpy voice:
"Aha! I've found you the perfect outfit." she exclaims excitedly. I stand up and actually super-speed over to catch the garments she chucks at me.I lay the pieces on the bed to appraise them. Nala chose for me: black, ripped jeans (slightly baggy, in case I needed to run or fight), a black sports bra, a dark blue, off-one-shoulder top stating in a small white lettering "Bite me" and to finish the look Seth's black leather jacket.
"It's perfect Nala." I thank, happily.
"Don't forget these." she replies proudly, passing me my black hi-top converse shoes. I bundle the outfit in my arms then go to the bathroom to get changed. Careful, vampires. The summer queen is about to go badass on your fanged behinds.