Ah! I have two stories thus far! Both are about Vampire Diaries. Obsessed may be a strong word. But I really like the show for sure. Hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think of my OC ;)

Drowning. Stefan could not say that this was his preferred choice of death. Silas had locked him up and thrown him into the lake just outside mystic falls. He wasn't sure how long it took his body to dry up of blood and desiccate. While you have nothing to do except sit and wait for your body to shut down you have nothing better to do that think.

Stefan Salvatore had lots to think about. Like how he himself was Silas' doppelganger.
He wasn't sure how he was supposed to process that and he wasn't sure why Silas had locked him and thrown him in a was he supposed to process that information when he had no time without panic to consider had considered how ironic it was that he had fallen in love with Elena; who was a doppelganger herslef.

And after he had gone over everything he could have done differently on that night when he had gotten to see Lexi again his mind started to drift off. He had never desiccated before so he was not sure how the process went. But as he slipped in and out of reality he wondered if someone would ever get him. He kind of hoped no one would. He hoped Damon and Elena would be happy. He parted with the memories of all his
friends he had made in the past three years. Maybe this would be the final resting place of Stefan Salvatore.

That was Stefan's last thought before he drifted off.

Then there was light. Too much light. It flooded Stefan's eyes. He wanted to flinch but he couldn't. And the light poured in. He blinked his eye. How was it that he could blink his eyes. He couldn't focus. But a warm liquid was pouting down his throat. He bolted upright and took the cup that was being offered to him he drank it down and a 'Super Big Gulp' was handed to him. Without thinking he took it and swallowed it. There was no thoughts. No fears. Nothing except his body crying out for blood. He took another of the cups handed to him and was halfway through it when he had a rational thought. What king of blood is this? It was still warm but in the state he was in he couldn't tell. He spit what was in his mouth back into the cup and immediately felt horrified with himself.
" Animal blood Sweetheart. Don't worry I know you don't do human." the voice was that of an angel. Or maybe he felt like it was because it belonged to the person with ' Big Gulps' full of blood. For all he knew it could be a deranged psychopath and Stephan thought it was an angel. But as he turned with blood dripping down his face he thought it may be an angel.

It was a girl. Or maybe it was a woman. Stephan couldn't tell. Her hair was very curly and cropped right at her ears. It was a strawberry blond color. Really more strawberry Stefan thought it looked almost golden pink if there was such a thing. The sun lit up the back of her head so it looked like she had a halo. But that was ridiculous. Angels didn't hand you cups of blood. And Stefan wouldn't have made it into the place where angels lived anyway.

He drained the rest of the cup. And wiped his face on his sleeve he looked up. His hair hung in his face and he was soaking wet. He was laying on the tailgate of a truck. He sat up. He was still incredibly thirsty but at least he could focus.
The woman was smiling at him. A pretty smile that made her nose scrunch up. She had freckles that dusted her cheeks and her nose that made her look like a little girl. But as Stefan looked her could tell she wasn't little.

She was wearing combat boots and skinny jeans that were rolled over the top. She had a grey pea coat on and her arms were crossed over her chest

It was cold he realized but the sky was cloudless and the sun was up.

" What month is it?" Stefan asked his voice croaked out of him like he was a hundred year old man. Which was funny.

" October." The woman said. Her voice was so sweet and soft even now.

" What year?" Stephan asked closing his eyes for the answer.

" 2087" The voice replied softly. Stefan's eyes shot open. Seventy-four years! He balked at the girl. She kept a straight face before cracking a smile and bursting out into laughter.

" I am just joking. You should have seen the look on your face. It's only 2014." she giggled and covered her face with her hands. " I'm sorry it's not funny." but she continued to laugh.

" A year?" he asked mostly to himself.

" A year and a couple months actually." she said walking around the side of the truck and grabbing somthing from the front seat. " I couldn't risk taking you out sooner. Silas just got used to the idea of you being safe down there."

At the mention of his name Stefan stood up and froze. He was sitting here with God knew who, who was planning on doing God knew what with him. She must have seen somthing in his eyes.

" Cool your jets, Hero." I don't work near, around, or for him. I'm not going to hurt you. She handed him a stack of clothes and pointed to the cabin of the truck. " Go get changed out of those wet clothes. Then you can hunt to your hearts desire. You must still be thirsty. Then we can talk. And don't leave. For goodness sakes just come back."

Stephan looked at her with doubt but he immediately felt like he wanted to return. Like he couldn't stay away too long.

" You're a witch." he said coldly .

" Why such a tone? I got you out didn't I I fed you. I'm clothing you. Shouldn't you trust me?" she chided him. He found himself nodding before he shook it off.

" Stop that. I will come back but knock that off." He stared straight at her but her smile never wavered.

" People rarely do the things that they say they will, Stefan. Stefan. In the early English your name means wreath or crown. Isn't that interesting?" she responded and jumped up on the truck bed." Now go on."

Stefan figured he had no choice so he got changed into dry clothes and walked into the trees to find somthing to eat. Luckily the lake Silas dumped him in was right next to a wooded area. And there were hardly people out here ever so the wildlife was plentiful. When he had drained a dear and two rabbits. Stefan headed back to the truck. He stopped at the edge of the clearing and stared at the girl who was sitting in the same place she had been when he left. She had her cell phone out and seemed to be playing some sort of game on it. She looked up toward him and smiled waving her hand. He waved back though he didn't know why. As he came closer she studied him closely.

" Goodness gracious. I know your a doppelganger, but it's just so weird to stare at you like this. You look exactly like him." she nodded while looking him up and down.

" Yeah that tends to happen when your a copy of another person." Stefan said getting irritated at being compared to Silas.

" Oh no." she said dis agreeing" Not a copy. You are brave. And you hold yourself humbly. Almost as if you have been hurt too many times. Silas is proud and arrogant. He walks like a pompous ass. Always has. Even before the immorality."

" Before the immortality?" Stefan repeated and stepped back quickly. "Qetsiyah!?

" No." she said making a face. " I am not. I..." she said putting her pointer finger on her lips. " am the other woman." she winked at him. Stefan sifted through the story again.

" The one Silas loved? The one the Qetsiyah killed?" he asked staring at her incredulously. She stood up and took a small bow.

" killed and then the bitch witch me brought back to life to mentally torture two people in awful ways." she turned and made another bow to an invisible audience. If this moment was less confusing Stefan might have laughed. Then she turned to Stefan and smiled an infectious smile.

" Ottavia. Which means eight. My parents named me eight because I was the eighth kid. It was very thought out and special. But I go by Otto. Like Autoimmune without the immune part."

Alright. One down. So many to go. Tell me what you think!