So. I'm back. With a new story. Sorry, not sorry. You know how it is, when the Powers That Be call, you better pick up or forever hold your peace. Now, that being said, I love, love, love Elijah from the Vampire Diaries. He's so sexy, wearing those suits, and he honestly tries to do right by everyone, even though he's bad and he knows it. Unfortunately, I have not been happy with the quality or quantity of Elijah fanfics out there.
If you're a writer of one of those, aforementioned stories, please don't get me wrong. The ones that are written that I've seen aren't bad, I mean, I read them. They're well written with proper grammar and the like, with a plausible plot, but there's always something off about them. It's like when my sister asks me how I feel about the guacamole she makes and my answer is always, "I don'tnotlike it, it just doesn't do anything for me."
And these are the reasons why (the stories, not the guacamole):
1) The love interest is super young.
Why oh why in the sevens layers of Hell would a thousand year old vampire, that loves to wear suits cuz he's fancy like that, be interested in a sixteen year old? Elijah does not want to talk to you about prom dresses, girl.
2) The love interest is a doppleganger.
I don't know about you, but I would find it extremely worrying if the guy I liked, liked me because I looked like an ex. And sure, some people have types and go for people with similar characteristics each time, but a doppleganger? And please don't give me any bull about being drawn in by the face but differentiating by the personality (Stefan). Because your epic love had my face. There's no way I can compete with that.
3) The love interest is normal.
...Really? No offense, but I find that really lame. I get the merit of true love being species blind and being able to overlook weaknesses and whatever, but seriously. How she supposed to protect herself in this wolf eat wolf world, especially when Eli keeps getting daggered. She could be a shapeshifting unicorn with rainbow powers and that would be worlds better than being normal. Bleh, normality.
And even if the story doesn't have any of those horrid elements, the love interest just keeps messing up, or is clairvoyant and knows what's going to happen, yet does nothing to change it. I happen to like smart, strong, interesting main characters that get things right on the first try. And if that makes them a Mary-Sue, then so the hell what. Rather a Mary-Sue than a Lame-Lenore.
Enough with that rant. Here's my story, give it a try. Elijah/OC obviously. There might be some unconscious Elena bashing, because I really don't like her character, but I'll try not to be passive-aggressive with her. I know it's not nice.
Also, I own jack-shit, and I'm beta-less, so all mistakes are my own.
In a darkly decorated sitting room, a small group of people sat facing each other in sofas or arm chairs, a glass of amber liquid clapsed in nearly every hand. The mood was serious, but with an underlying feeling of triumph, they had just succeeded in tricking and daggering Elijah, the Original, with no losses on their side. The inhabitants of the boarding house talked with each other quietly, hashing out new plans to protect the pretty brunette that had a strong connection to everyone in the room. The same brunette that attracted trouble in spades.
Several hundred miles away, a woman of otherworldly beauty, with long curls so blonde they could be mistaken for silver and eyes of the clearest amber, dropped what she was doing, and clutched at her chest. A look of shock and pain crossed her face, but as soon at the emotions arrived, they disappeared, being replaced with relief and confusion. Her hand lowered, only for it to rise back up to cover a yawn that caught her off guard. She wasn't tired, she had just woken up. And before she could fully examine justwhyshe was yawning when she didn't really even require an unconscious recharging period, the woman collapsed to the floor, her once furrowed brow relaxed in a deep sleep. She was alone in her house, so no one noticed when her body started to glow softly, before exploding into silver dust that floated out of the window, a hypnotic tinkling sound carrying through the area.
It was the morning after the Elijah dinner party fiasco, and Damon stood in the sitting room that had been used as a base of operations the previous night, nursing a tumbler of bourbon and glaring at the couch in front of him. Or rather, the figure lying on the couch in front of him. He was trying to figure out who she was, and just how she got into a house were two vampires lived, without anybody noticing until now. His musing/glaring was disrupted by his little brother, who just seeing Damon glaring at seemingly nothing, wanted to see what was going on.
"What are you-" Stefan said walking up to the couch, he trailed off quickly. Looking at the couch, he had his answer. "Who is this?" He asked, looking at a still-glaring Damon. Damon took a gulp of his drink.
"I don't know." Damon replied.
"Well, how'd she get in?"
"Don't know." Damon repeated.
"Well, is she sleeping? In a coma? What exactly do you know?"
"Hey now little brother, no need to get snippy here. I know just as much as you know. I woke up, she was here, snuggled up on the couch like she owns it or something. Don't know who she is, how she got in, why she decided that Casa Salvatore was a great place to take a nap... But she's quite the looker, is she not?" Damon smirked, leaning forward to slide a lock of her platinum hair through his fingers. Stefan just rolled his eyes at his brother. He too leaned forward, but his goal was get a whiff of their impromptu guest.
"She's not human." Stefan said abruptly, frowning in thought and disbelief.
"What do you mean she's not human?" Damon scowled. "She doesn't smell like a mutt, and she sure as hell isn't one of us, ergo, she's a human."
"No, Damon, just smell her for a second. Really, smell her." Stefan insisted. Damon rolled his eyes in exasperation, but leaned closer to sniff at her lovely neck. He came back up a few moments later with a contemplative look on his face. "What did you think?"
"She smells delicious." Damon said. "Literally, the best blood I've every smelled. In my life." He stressed. Stefan nodded, agreeing.
"Exactly, but I have no urge whatsoever to bite her. At all."
"That's pretty big little bro. I, too, am suffering from this anomaly. But it doesn't mean anything, maybe she just has a really rare blood type." Stefan just looked at him. "Likereallyrare."
"Damon," he sighed, "maybe you've become desensitized because of all the human blood you've indulged in over the years-"
"Hey, don't get mad at me just because you don't understand the word, moderation."
"But humans don't smell like this. Yes, they smell delicious (some of them) like food, and maybe like a flower, or some sort of underlyingsomething. But overall, they smell like blood, iron and salt. That's the base. This girl, she smells like sunlight!" Stefan whisper-yelled. "That's not even a thing, Damon." Stefan was starting to get panicky.
"Calm down, calm down. So, I'll give that to you. The scent that carries the intangibility that is sunlight, coupled with our reluctance to feed off of her, but that doesn't mean anything." Damon shrugged it off, he did not need a new supernatural species in this town. Witches, vampires, and werewolves were quite enoughthank-you-very-much. Stefan just looked at him.
"Really? So you're just gonna pretend like you don't hear her heart?" Stefan asked, drolly. Damon gave him a searching look, but lowered himself yet again to put his ear to her chest. His eyebrow furrowed just like his brothers.
"It's... so faint." He said, in something akin to wonder, but not because Damon Salvatore doesn't do wonder. "And fast. Way too fast. She should be dead with this kind of heartbeat." He said.
"Exactly." Stefan nodded. "But here she is, plain as day, alive. You know Damon, for someone who preaches about the benefits of an all human diet, you sure aren't using your advantages to their fullest capabilities." Stefan snarked.
"Hey now, none of that." Damon said, head still laying on their mysterious guest's chest, which is how Elena found him when she walked down the stairs.
"Who is this?" She asked, confused.
"We have no idea." Stefan said. "Apparently, she was just here when Damon woke up."
"Truly." Damon said, in the same spot, it was clear he was no longer listening to her strange heart. That is, until in the first move of the day, she mumbled something, and pushed Damon off of her (none too gently), before rolling over so that her back was to her newly acquired audience.
"We don't think she's human." Stefan provided.
"What is she then?" Elena wondered.
"We're not sure. All we know is that she doesn't smell edible, and her heartbeat is way too faint and fast. Not to mention that hair, no one has hair that color."
"It could be dye." Elena countered.
"Nah," started Damon, "dye has a certain scent and lingers. That's her real hair color. I like it. It's interesting." He leered.
"Well, is she dangerous?" Elena asked.
"We don't know, all she's done is sleep."
"Well, have you tried waking her?" Elena's question was met with silence and the twoold vampires looked at each other with eyebrows raised. Elena rolled her eyes. "Boys." And went to shake her. She was stopped by Stefan's hand on her wrist.
"Why don't you let one of us do that. Just in case she wakes up vicious." Elena nodded and stepped back. Stefan looked to Damon.
"Well, in for a penny, in for a pound." Damon said, before shaking her shoulder tentatively. Nothing happened. He tried harder. Nothing. "Hey, blondie!" He yelled and poked her, "Get off my couch. This is not homeless central." She just mumbled and tried to shrug him off. He gave her face a few light taps. She frowned and twitched her nose. He disappeared from the room, coming back with a glassful of water.
"Damon, no. You're wouldn't." Elena said, disapprovingly. He shrugged.
"What?!The girl needs to wake up." With that, he flung the water on her face. There was no spluttering, no sitting up abruptly, there was just more frowning, and the woman rolled over again. "Whelp, I'm out of ideas."
"Mmmm." The woman sighed. "'lijah." It was just a sigh on her lips, but everyone in the room heard it.
"Did she just say-" Elena started, stepping back slowly.
"-ELIJAH?!" The brothers finished for her, in sync.
"That's it, sleeping beauty or not, the girl's got to go." Damon said, scooping her up and speeding out to the woods. "Sorry babycakes," he said to her as he lay her down under the trees, "You're hot and all, no doubt, but we just got rid of one problem, I'm not trying to invite another one in." He gave her one last look before he speed back into the house, dusting off his hands. "Well," he said to the startled faces of Stefan and Elena, "that's all taken care of."
"Ummm." Was all Elena could say, so she just pointed. To the couch. Where the woman was. Again. This time, she was sprawled all over the couch, one leg straight out while the other lay across the back. Damon was befuddled.
"But I just- You guys, you saw me right? That did just happen, did it not?"
"Yeah." Elena said.
"Right before you came back, she appeared. On the couch. In a blast of silver sparkles." Stefan explained.
"Sparkles?" Damon ground out. "What the hell is she, a fairy?" He joked. And then he stilled, locking gazes with Stefan, who shrugged and lifted the corner of his mouth in a grim semblance of a smile. "Well why not, you can't have areal supernatural town unless there are fairies around somewhere." He sassed. "Call the Scooby Gang. They should know about the newest developments." He said before stalking off. "Un-freakin-believable."
So, there it is... Tell me what you think!
Ren!