HELLO, my wonderful audience of unicorns and future-authors (like meee)! Now, some of you may know me as the amazing, super-fantastic writer who is a huge, huge, HUGE Degrassi fan. Recently, on the first few days of my summa vacation, I discovered this awesome series on Netflix called "THE VAMPIRE DIARIES". Such. A. Great. TV SHOW! Now, I particularly took interest in this gorgeous vampire named Damon and the beautiful lady counterpart Elena. I believe they are meant to be. I total ship them (DELENA). And what better way to spread the Delena love than to write a fanfic about it? I know you are dying to get started on the story so...please do so and read away:
The newspaper landed squarely at my feet with a loud thud. The thick pack of papers was folded up neatly, a thin rope tied around it. Feeling generally nice today, I bent down and picked it up without a glance at the headline. Nowadays, I felt all the newspaper talked about was the continuation of these supposed "animal attacks" happening in Mystic Falls and frankly, I was getting very sick of it. It's like the town was trying to enforce their "animal-attack" obsession on everyone by spreading it everywhere: the news on TV, the newspapers. I even found an article about it on the interenet. But you want to know something even worse? Knowing the truth behind all these stories.
That's right.
These aren't animals attacking the citizen's of Mystic Falls. The legend of vampires lives on. They, unfortunately, roam and co-exist with humans in our world, in our communities. Thankfully, not all of them are complete savages who feast on human blood. It took me a while to believe this and get over the denial that came over me (in the form of anger, mind you), but my boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore, was able to convince me and calm me down. He is, by the way, a vampire as well. According to what he's told me, he's been a seventeen-year-old since 1864. Yet despite all that's happened, all the things that I'd discovered, he and I manage to be happy together.
I walked up the stairs, leading to the porch of the Salvatore boarding home and was just about to knock on the door when the door opened on its own, revealing a smiling Stefan behind it.
"Well, hello there, Elena," he said, throwing the door open to embrace me. I jumped forward and fell into his arms, a smile replacing the frown on my previous thoughts. I wiggled out of his grasp and handed him the newspaper. He took it and grabbing my hand, led me down the hall and up the stairs to his room.
I've always loved Stefan's room. It was very big and roomy. The furniture was made out of beautifully polished oak that always seemed to glint, even when not exposed to sunlight. The walls were painted a nice shade of green that reminded me of forest leaves and Stefan's eyes. An enormous bookcase took up almost half of the back wall near the glass door that led to the balcony. It was piled high with books, journals and old trinkets and knick-knacks, like mirrors and collectable cars (Stefan is a big fan of cars and has a large collection, protected by a locked glass case). His bed, which takes up almost the entire opposite wall, is draped with white-see through canopies that area always pulled back away from the bed.
He dropped my hand and, newspaper still in hand, swept me up in his arms like a bride. Taking painfully slow steps, he walked towards his bed where he sat down, holding me tenderly in his arms. I enjoyed this feeling immensely, this feeling of being close to him where I could lean against him, being as close as two beings can be.
"So, what are we doing today?" I asked, closing my eyes and breathing in the scent of him. He smelled so wonderful, like a sharp tang of mint, a scent I just happened to love.
"Well, maybe we could go to the Grill, get a bite to eat, walk around on a romantic stroll and do some of that thing that couples do…" He said dreamily, looking down at me.
"Oh, you mean something like this?" I tilted my head towards him and gently pressed my lips against his. Stefan kissed me back, wrapping his arms around me, embracing me tightly. After I a while, I felt like I would explode from the lack of air. I pulled away and rested my head against his shoulder. Stefan picked up the newspaper and looked at the headlines.
"Hmm, that's interesting," He murmured, a worried look on his face. Stefan's eyes darted back and forth as he read each line of the story.
"More animal attacks?" I asked, although I knew what the answer was going to be.
"Yes, but these victims got more than just bites to the neck and blood-drainage," Stefan replied, not taking his eyes off the paper. I sat up, worry washing over me like.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling the color drain from my face. Stefan propped himself up against the pile of pillows on his bed.
"'Reporters say that the three unidentified victims, two males and a female were all disfigured and completely drained of blood. Victims were missing several limbs and appeared to be severally abused and tortured during the time.'," Stefan read aloud, furrowing his eyebrows together in marked confusion.
"Stefan, you don't think this could be another vampire attacking, right?" I asked. No, it couldn't be. Vampires bite necks and drink blood. They don't horribly maim their victims. I looked back at him and waiting for him to tell me that it really was an animal. That a vampire wasn't capable of such savagery.
"It might be a vampire, but not the kind you would normally assume to be responsible for this," Stefan replied.
"What would you think be responsible for this?" I asked.
"Well, it could be a ripper…" Stefan said, looking as worried as I was.
"A ripper?"
"Yes. A 'ripper' is a vampire who has absolutely no control when in the presence of blood, whether it be animal or human," Stefan explained.
"So, you mean like Damon…?"
"Not exactly. Despite what I believe, Damon does have some self-control when it comes to blood, he just chooses to feed on humans," Stefan said. "A ripper has no choice because they have no control. It is their sole purpose when hunting to viciously and brutally mutilate their victims as much as possible. The blood lust they have is so powerful they might not even be mentally conscious during the attack. They enjoy it more than actual feeding."
"How do you stop a ripper?" I asked.
"You don't, unless you are extremely powerful, which I doubt Damon and I are," Stefan replied. "They don't stop with the limb-ripping until they are fully satisfied that's the best they can do."
I swallowed, trying to stop this fear that had overcome me. Stefan noticed the look on my face and smiled hesitatingly.
"But don't worry, Elena," Stefan said. "Whatever this monster is-ripper or not-they won't hurt you. I promise you that."
I felt grateful for his comfort and kissed him, running my hands through his very nicely styled, light brown hair. Stefan tossed the newspaper off his bed and leaned on his back, pulling me on top of him as I kissed him fiercely. He ran his hands through my long, straight dark brown hair. A moan bubbled from my throat as he pulled his hot lips away, pressing them against my neck.
"Settle down, lovebirds. Some of us are right next door, trying to drink in peace," A familiarly sarcastic voice complained. Much to my disappointment, Stefan pulled away and sat up straight against the headboard. I reluctantly slipped off his lap and was smoothing down my hair when Damon waltzed clumsily through the door, a glass of Bourbon in his hand.
Damon was Stefan's constantly-drinking, always-feeding-on-humans older brother. He was a vampire as well and because of this, his age in reality was one hundred and sixty-something. But to us, he appeared to be around his mid-twenties.
I'm not going to lie and say that Damon isn't attractive, because he is. He was very pale and tall, with a toned, athletic body, dark messy curls that grew just under his earlobes and almost-bordering-on-white blue eyes.
But a warning to you females who think he's the best thing ever: just because Damon may be good-looking, doesn't mean he's got a great personality. Guy's got an ego as big as this town, complete with a cynical, sarcastic mind. Not to mention what an enormous flirt he is.
"Damon, what do you want?" Stefan asked, obviously annoyed at his brother's interruption. Damon moved his glass, causing the ice inside to rattle about.
"What, I just stopped by like a good person-er, vampire- should to say hi to my baby brother's girlfriend," Damon took pride in the fact he was older, often referring Stefan as his "baby" or "little" brother, even though the age difference wasn't that much. Damon smiled and focused his attention to me, making me feel small and vulnerable.
"Well hello there, Princess," Damon purred. Using his pet name for me was one of the many things he did to annoy Stefan to no end. As for the seductive voice, it was one of the many tasks he used to lure and grab females' attentions. And unfortunately, it works about ninety percent of the time.
"There. You said hello. Now do us all a favor and leave," Stefan urged impatiently, desperate to get his brother out of our way. Damon wouldn't hear a word of it. He pulled up a chair and dragged it over to the bed, sitting down next to us as though we'd told him to. Stefan frowned when Damon propped his leather-booted feet up on the nightstand, nearly knocking over the lamp.
"Now why would I do that? Let me remind you who's oldest, Stefan," Damon explained, jabbing a thumb towards himself. He sipped some of the Bourbon in his glass and continued. "Therefore, I am free to do whatever the hell I want. Sibling rules, sorry."
Stefan rolled his eyes. I glared at Damon, who simply smiled at his victory.
"What's this?" Damon asked, bending over and fishing the newspaper off the ground. I watched him as he read the headlines, taking occasional sips of his drink. He shook his head, looking more impressed than pitiful. "Wow. This time, I really can't help but feel sorry for you humans…"
"We think it could be a new vampire." Stefan said, noticing Damon with the paper. Damon tossed the paper at Stefan and rocked back and forth, balancing on the two back legs of his chair.
"Yeah obviously, Stefan," Damon mocked, finishing his glass of Bourbon and placing it on the nightstand. "You'd have to be pretty stupid not to see the evidence."
"New vampire as in…a ripper, maybe," Stefan specified, looking at his brother smartly. Damon stopped rocking in the chair and let it fall forward.
"A ripper? You know, I find it interesting you should mention that…" Damon said, the dreadful grin creeping across his face. Stefan froze and gave Damon a warning glance. "Did you tell Elena what a ripper is?"
"Yes…" Stefan answered suspiciously.
"Did you tell her about the person I know who happened to be a very, very cruel ripper back in the day…?" Damon asked, raising his eyebrows cynically. What is going on? I turned to Stefan.
"What is he talking about?" I asked, hating the feeling I got when secrets were being kept from me. Damon looked at me in mock-horror before looking back Stefan.
"Oh, Stefan? You didn't tell her?" Damon asked, he shook his head, clicking his tongue. "You should. You know Elena hates secrets."
Damon cast a knowing glance towards me and retrieved his glass off the floor before scurrying out of the room, his leather shoes thumping against the wooden floor. I turned to Stefan.
"What was Damon talking about?" I demanded, sounding like a complete five-year-old begging for candy. Stefan sighed and gave me a you're-not-going-to-like-this look.
"Elena, whatever I say…please don't let it change what you think of me," Stefan began. I nodded understandingly. He sighed. "Well, the reason I was able to tell you about rippers in such specific detail was because…I used to be one."
He paused cautiously, searching for a reaction. I didn't show him one, although the news was plenty shocking to me. How is it possible that Stefan, my Stefan, could have been one of these monstrosities? He wasn't Damon. He wouldn't ruthlessly mutilate innocent people…or would he? When I first met him, I couldn't imagine him being a blood-sucking demon. But he was anyways. If I could accept him being a vampire, then I could accept whatever happened in his past, including being a savage limb-tearing ripper-slash-vampire. I simply nodded dumbly.
"How did you stop becoming one?" I asked before Stefan could continue his story.
"Persuasion," Stefan said simply, frowning.
"Okay, that doesn't really narrow things down-"
"Lexi. Lexi is the one who helped me. She taught me how to gain control for my blood lust," He answered. "She saved me from totally loosing it."
I felt my cheeks heat up in guilt. I clearly remembered beautiful, blond "Towel Girl", a vampire who I'd mistaken for Stefan's hook-up the day after I'd broken up with him the first time we dated. I'd gotten to know her and she gave me some relationship advice for fixing things with Stefan. I'd just started warming up to her when Damon ended up staking her to death, saying "it was all part of the plan". Stefan, of course, never forgave Damon.
"Wow. That's an incredible thing she did for you," I said quietly. He nodded sadly. Stefan then looked up at me curiously with those beautiful green eyes.
"Are you okay with knowing this?" He asked. I nodded and he sighed a breath of relief. Stefan stepped forward and grabbed my hands in his. "I just want you to remember: that was before. This happened a long time ago. I would never, under any circumstances, hurt you now, Elena."
"I know, Stefan," I said, tightening my grip on his hands. Stefan leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss on my forehead. I smiled, glad that Stefan was being honest with me.
"We may have a new guest in town," Stefan pointed out. "And it may be a dangerous ripper...but I won't let it hurt you. Ever." I nodded in agreement and kissed his lips.
"Now, about those date ideas you had…"
"Yes?"
"I'm totally up for it," I challenged, smiling mischievously. Stefan got up and grabbed my hand. We both got up and walked out of his room, where we unfortunately encountered Damon.
"Hey, watch where you're going, crazy weirdoes," He hissed, looking down at his now empty glass. In our hurry to get out of the house and start our date, we literally walked into him, causing him to spill the recently-refilled glass of Bourbon all over his shirt.
We simply laughed as Stefan continued to lead me out of the house. I looked over my shoulder back at an extremely upset Damon who was pouring more of the alcohol into his glass. In that moment, he happened to glance up at me, as though he could feel me looking at him. He stared into my eyes, raising his eyebrows seductively at me. I felt my cheeks heat up furiously as I looked away. Damon smirked at me as he lifted the glass to his lips to take a sip.
I looked back at Stefan, wondering why Damon always does that. Why he feels the need to try and seduce or flirt with me. He knows I'm with his brother. The thought really bothered me. But as Stefan kissed me lightly on the lips again, I was able forget Damon.
For now.
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I waltzed through the door, feeling lighter than air. It was about nine 'o' clock at night when my date with Stefan sadly ended. My legs ached from the romantic stroll we took after lunch at the Grill and my lips were puffy from the heavy kissing we did in his car. Therefore, I was dying to go to my bathroom and take a nice, hot shower.
"Jenna, I'm home!" I called, closing the door behind me. I stepped into the kitchen, kicking off my sneakers and placing them on the rug.
"Elena, I'm on the couch!" Jenna called back from the living. I smiled, walking into the living room to find my beautiful, blond aunt lying on the couch, watching re-run episodes of How I Met My Mother. Her leg lazily dangled off the side of the couch. After the car accident claimed the lives of both my parents, my Aunt Jenna stepped in to be the legal guardian for Jeremy (my kid brother) and me. She wasn't the strictest guardian ever, but she managed to keep my brother and me in line.
"How was the date?" She asked, turning her head to look back at me. I felt a shy smile grow on my face.
"It was perfection, as usual," I said, figuring that might satisfy my gossip-thirsty aunt. She chuckled, not asking for anymore details, just as I'd thought.
"That's great, kiddo. You have my permission to leave me to my TV-watching," Jenna said, grinning. She waved me away and turned her attention back to the TV, laughing at the characters in the show.
I walked away from the living room and walked up the stairs, climbing them two by two. Opening the door to my room, I dropped my bag and jacket on the neatly made lilac bed sheets. Falling back on my bed, I sighed happily.
It was then I remembered the shower I was so desperate to take. Sitting up, I got out of my bed and walked out over to the bathroom, placing my hand on the door. I was just about to open the door when a voice yelled out, making me scream back in terror.
"Everything alright up there?" Jenna asked. I responded with a type of reassuring grunt.
"HEY, I'M IN HERE! DON'T COME IN!" Jeremy yelled out. I was so surprised I nearly passed out.
"LOCK THE DOOR NEXT TIME!" I yelled back over the sound of hot, steaming water.
"I can't hear you," Jeremy called back in a sing-song voice. I felt myself growl impatiently.
"When are you going to be out!" I asked, knocking on the door. "It's late and I need to shower!"
"Five more minutes...it's too warm in here!" He called. To drown out anymore interruptions I might make to his shower time, Jeremy turned on the radio we had in there and before long, I could hear The Killers ricocheting off the walls. Knowing Jeremy wouldn't be out in "five minutes", I went back to my room and stood in front of my full-length mirror.
My appearance had deteriorated shortly after my parent's death. But now, I seemed to be recovering and looked fine, if not better than before. My long, dark brown hair gained back its glossy shine and had grown to reach the small of my back. My olive skin, once paled to an unhealthy shade, now radiated with its original deep tone. My brown "doe eyes" seemed to glint constantly now. And I guess you can thank Stefan for this. He helped me realize I won't be sad forever.
My eyes fell on the beautiful silver locket covered in little gems that hung around my neck. Stefan had filled it with vervain, this herb that weakened and disoriented vampires when its presence. It was to protect me from bad vampires.
Upon closer inspection was I able to find the little spot of rust that was starting to form at the base of the locket. I realized that should the entire necklace rust, it might no be able to hold vervain. I know I shouldn't take it off, but would a vampire really attack me in the shower? I doubted it. There was no harm so long that Jenna didn't invite anyone suspicious into the house.
My fingers reached up and unhooked the clasp on the locket and it fell loose, falling into my palm. I walked over to my dresser and placed the locket into my tiny jewlery box. It was simple. I shower then come back and put it on again. No harm done.
Just as I grabbed my towel and walked out to the bathroom, did Jeremy walk out of the bathroom, followed by steam so thick and heavy with the scent of cinnamon that I nearly choked. Jeremy smirked at me, walked into his room with a towel around his waist. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom. I kept the door open to clear away the sharp scent. When it felt safe to shower, I turned on the water and let the hot water run down my back, shoulders and hair, feeling refreshed already.
After about twenty minutes, I finished showering. I was now surrounded with the pleasant, crisp scent of lemon, something that really satisfied me. I walked back to my room and after drying my hair, I pulled on some pajamas and curled up into bed. My fingers felt too tired to write in my diary, so I figured I would do it tomorrow. I clicked off my lamp and easily slipped into a deep, relaxing sleep.
The odd thing was, I found myself not only dreaming off Stefan, but of Damon as well. It...scared me, even in the deepest of my slumbers. Why would Damon be in my dreams. I had plenty of reasons why he shouldn't be in my dreams or even in my near thoughts.
I'd always found him repulsive and a non-humane vampire. And I intended on keeping it that way.
And that, ladies and germs, is chapter numero uno! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do write a review on what you think and the growing, blooming, DELENA love shall continue. I need reviews like Rachel needs applause (if you watch Glee, you'll get it)! Thank you. Chapter numero dos=on it's way. Gracias...merci!