A/N: Ooooh I just can't seem to stop writing, can I? Haha anyway, here is my new story called Damaged Little Soul. It's a crossover between American Horror Story: Murder House & The Vampire Diaries. Hope you enjoy! I was inspired by the crossover called, Evil Has Never Loved You by ISeekYouOut. :D
AU. EVENTUALLY Tate/Elena(OC)."Every love story is a ghost story." - David Foster Wallace. 2011. After the tragic death of her parents, Elena Gilbert, her brother and her aunt relocate to L.A for a fresh start. They move into a mansion known as "The Murder House" Could anything good come out of this new location or will the Gilbert's fall victim to the house like its past residents?
Chapter 1
Elena Gilbert was half-asleep in the backseat of her Aunt Jenna's vehicle. Jeremy, Elena's fifteen year-old brother sat beside her listening to music on his iPod, oblivious to the world around him. The small family was on their way to their new home, 939 Berro Drive, a house in Los Angeles. It was a big change for them because they were coming from a small town called Mystic Falls located in southwestern Virginia. It had also been a couple months since Miranda and Grayson Gilbert died, they were Elena's parents. They had swerved off of Wickery Bridge with Elena in the car, an unfortunate accident. Elena had been the only survivor and thank god, Jeremy hadn't been in the car. Elena didn't feel like a survivor though, she felt like a failure. She felt like a failure to her parents, they should have been the survivors, not her. But Elena tried to push the thoughts of the accident out of her head. She tried to stop thinking about what happened and to keep telling herself that it wasn't her fault but the only way she could express that was by cutting herself; cutting her arm with a razor, to be exact. Sure, there were so many things that could happen. Things like, she could accidently hit a vein and die, but was that all so bad? Did life really matter anymore?
"Are you guys excited to see our new house?" Jenna asked her niece and nephew as she turned a sharp corner, getting them closer and closer to the new house. Jenna was Miranda's younger sister and she was Elena and Jeremy's sole guardian until they both turned eighteen, then they were free to go anywhere they liked.
Jeremy pulled out his earphones and wrapped them around his iPod before slipping the device into his jeans pocket. "Yeah, kind of." He answered honestly.
Jenna smiled. "What about you 'Lena?"
Elena shrugged. "I don't know. I just wished we could have stayed in our old house. I don't see why we had to move."
Jenna stopped at a red light and turned back to look at her niece. "Yeah I know how you feel, honey. But this is going to be a fresh start for us, no bad memories, just happy ones."
Elena faked a smile for her aunt and then sighed when she began to drive again. Bullshit that they weren't going to make bad memories.
Jenna pulled into the driveway of the house. She stepped out of the car and smiled proudly at their new house. "Wow, it looks even better in person!"
Jeremy stepped out of the car with his bags and stood beside his aunt. "Woah, it's huge!" he exclaimed. "You gotta see this, 'Lena!"
Elena groaned as she stretched her legs and cracked her knuckles, a new habit she had taken up. She climbed out of the car with her bag swung over her shoulder and then tugged her suitcase out. She opened her mouth wide open in surprise when she looked up at the house. "This is our new house? It looks like a freaking mansion!"
Jenna smiled and wrapped her arms around her niece and nephew. "Do you guys like it?"
"Duh!" Elena and Jeremy both answered.
"Well, I'm glad."
Elena cocked her head to the side. "How are we paying for this? It looks so expensive. I mean, we have money but not this kind of money!"
"Well, it actually wasn't that expensive. The price has gone down quite a bit in the past few years."
Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "Why? A house like this should not be going down, if anything it should be going up."
"What's wrong with it? Mold in the basement?" She asked with a smirk directed at Jeremy.
"Yeah, bats in the attic?" Jeremy chimed in and returned his sister's smirk.
Jenna sighed and held her hands together. "Uh, well, actually, the previous owners of this house died in it…"
Elena's smirk changed into a confused look. "Oh, wow. Do you know how did they die?"
Jeremy hit his sister's arm gently and gave her a "shutup" look.
Elena rolled her eyes at her brother before directing her attention back to her aunt. "Do you?"
Jenna cleared her throat. "They, um, actually were murdered…"
"I don't want to live here if someone died in it!" Jeremy blurted out.
"Jeremy, stop acting childish. It was probably an accident or they were protecting themselves. It doesn't matter." Elena said in a calm voice.
Jenna pulled her niece into a hug. "Elena is right, no need to worry."
Jeremy took a deep breath. "Well, I guess you're right." He rolled his eyes at himself and flashed a goofy smile, feeling stupid.
"Hey, if you kids want you can explore the house and pick out your bedrooms? It will probably take me a little while to unpack from the car and move our stuff into the house?" Jenna suggested.
"Okay, sure." Elena and Jeremy answered before taking off and racing into the new house.
Elena ran her hands over the creased wallpaper, it was peeled over slightly and it looked like something was underneath it. Maybe a picture or more wallpaper? "Hmm." She whispered and licked her lips.
Someone wandered into the room dressed in an odd, shiny, black rubber suit. They crept up behind Elena, silently.
Elena turned around, face to face with the rubber man. She screamed but then she realized it was Jeremy. She gasped and put her hand on her chest as she took a breath. "Oh my god, Jer. You scared me!" She exclaimed and then let out a small laugh.
The rubber man didn't reply, he just reached his hand out and touched Elena's cheek. He caressed her smooth, olive skin with his rubber hand.
Elena frowned and glanced down at his hand. "Jer? What're you doing?" She laughed nervously.
Suddenly, Jeremy actually came into the room. "Hey, whatcha doing? I want to show you the room I picked out."
The rubber man disappeared just as Jeremy stepped into the room. Elena's heart skipped a beat. Who was that rubber man and what was he doing in their house? Maybe Elena was just hallucinating? Maybe she just imagined it? No need to panic. "Um nothing. Okay, uh sure." Elena replied and ran a hand through her long, straight chocolate hair.
Jeremy started to go up the stairs, creaking as he stepped and Elena followed him. Each step Elena took, the more she convinced herself that the rubber man was just her imagination. She was safe, she was okay. The rubber man was a hallucination.
Jeremy stopped at a medium sized room. He went inside and so did Elena. A twin sized bed was by the window, there was a small closet that would fit Jeremy's clothes, a wardrobe near the closet and a dresser. Jeremy's bags were on the bed. It was a nice sized room. "Nice, I like it and it will look even better when you hang up your band posters." She said with a smile and patted his back.
"You think so? I like it too, now let's look for your room." He said and took her hand, leading her out of the room and into the hallway.
The corridor was bright and it was fairly narrow, it had a few rooms on the side so Elena did what her heart told her, she went for the one room at the end. It was like the room was calling her, she liked it.
She stepped inside and immediately fell in love, it was a simple room but she loved it. The room was turquoise and everything else, like the bed, the carpets and the little chair in the corner were violet. The size of the room, the queen size bed, the wardrobe, the dresser and the nightstand were perfect. Everything was perfect.
"Wow, I love it. It's even better then my old room." Elena said before jumping up on the bed and lying down. She smiled; maybe this house wasn't going to be that bad.
Jeremy sat down in the violet covered chair. When he sat down, it began to rock back and forth. It was a rocking chair. "I almost wish I picked it." He glanced around the room and cocked his head to the side when he noticed something written on the whiteboard by the door. Taint, the whiteboard message read. "Look at your whiteboard." Jeremy whispered.
Elena frowned before getting up from the bed and walking to her whiteboard. She looked at the message. "Taint. Did you write that?"
Jeremy shook his head and continued to rock. "Nope, I haven't even been in this room before. Maybe it was a ghost? Ooooh!" He said and made a ghost noise while dangling his fingers.
Elena erased her whiteboard and then sat back down at her bed whilst looking at her brother. "C'mon Jeremy, ghosts aren't real. You know that. I know you're just joking around, I mean who else could have written that?"
Jeremy shrugged and then suddenly stood up. "It was a ghost, I told you." He yawned. "Anyway, I'm going to go hang out in my room. Yell if you need me."
Elena waved at her brother when he left the room. She leaned back down on her bed and then shut her eyes. Then, she remembered something, she felt the urge. She needed to cut. Elena hoped off her bed, dug her cosmetics bag out of her shoulder bag and wandered down the hall, hoping to find the bathroom.
She glanced inside one of the rooms and, it was the bathroom. Elena glanced around the room before going in and shutting the door. She sat on the toilet seat and searched through her cosmetics bag for her razor. She found it; she pulled down her black sleeve and stared at her arm covered in cuts. Some cuts were not that deep and the others had been very deep. Some were so deep that she almost had to go to the hospital, but thankfully she managed to stop the bleeding. Elena sighed before taking the razor and cutting just above her wrist. She didn't even wince as she began to bleed, she was used to the feeling and in a way, it felt nice.
Suddenly, someone began to rattle the doorknob.
Elena's heart skipped a beat. It was either Jenna or Jeremy. "Just a minute!" Elena called out. She threw her bloody razor into the sink and turned on the water, rinsing it off. Next, she pulled down her sleeve, covering the cut. Thankfully, her sweater was black so no one would be able to see the blood seeping through. The doorknob continued to shake. "Hang on!" Elena then dried her razor off with her sweater and put it in the cabinet. She opened the door, just a crack and looked out but no one was there. Elena frowned, was that Jeremy?
Elena left the bathroom and shut the door before walking to Jeremy's room. She knocked and Jeremy answered it. A musty smell was erupting from his room, it smelled like grass and smoke.
"What's that smell?" Elena asked and tried to peek inside but Jeremy slammed his door just as he stepped outside. He smelled even worse.
"Omg Jer, is that pot?" Elena asked, put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow.
Jeremy coughed. "No, I have no idea what you are talking about." He lied.
Elena rolled her eyes before pushing him aside and opening his door. A pipe was sitting on his bed, along with a plastic baggy of what Elena knew was pot.
She picked up the baggy, the pipe and glared at him. "Clean this up and get rid of the pot before I tell Jenna. If I see this again, I'm telling her and we're sending you off to rehab."
Jeremy frowned and snatched the baggy and pipe from her hands. "You're one to talk."
"What are you talking about?" Elena asked, suspicion in her voice.
"I know you cut. I've seen them all over your arms." He pointed to her sweater. "And, your sweater has blood on it. Might want to clean that up?"
"Fine, but I'll keep your secret if you keep mine."
Jeremy nodded. "Sure, just please me careful Elena. I don't want you to die." He whispered and a single tear strolled down his cheek.
Elena slowly nodded. "I won't, I'll be okay." She said before leaving his room and shutting the door.
She went back into her room and shut the door. She pulled her sweater off and threw it into a corner before going into her suitcase to look for a new one.
Elena spent the next hour, unpacking, organizing and cleaning. She sat down on her bed for a break and shut her eyes. Five minutes later, she was fast asleep and snoring.
Elena opened her eyes to the sound of her aunt yelling. "Elena, dinner time!" Jenna called.
Elena moaned before pulling herself off of her bed and cracking her knuckles. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, it was 6:30. She had fallen asleep? "Good job, 'Lena. It's your first day in your new house and you've managed to have a nap." She congratulated herself before walking out of the door. Taint. There it was, Taint was written back up on the whiteboard. Elena groaned before erasing it and going down the creaky steps.
Elena wandered sleepily into the kitchen. Jeremy was sitting at the table with a mouthful of pizza and Jenna was seated beside him, she too had a mouthful of pizza. There was one spot left, Elena's spot.
"Yay, pizza!" Elena shouted with a grin before sitting down beside her aunt. She glanced at the pizza box on the table before taking a slice out and tearing a piece of pizza off. She had been tearing off little pieces of her pizza since she was little, it was something she always did.
"Well since we just moved here, I thought we would order pizza to celebrate our new home." Jenna said and took a sip of her wine.
"I love pizza!" Jeremy exclaimed.
Elena laughed. "Who doesn't love pizza?"
"I'm so happy that you kids like this place, I really like it too." Jenna said with a grin.
Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, my room is great. I put up my Guns&Roses poster and my Nirvana poster."
Jenna smiled at her nephew before looking at her niece. "What about you 'Lena? How do you like your room?"
"It's good, I love it actually." She answered honestly. "The only thing that I don't like about this house is that someone random person got into our house earlier wearing a rubber suit and freaked the shit out of me."
"What the hell? Are you sure? You weren't hallucinating?" Jeremy asked with surprise and fear in his tone.
Jenna raised her finger. "Language." She firmly said then looked at Elena with confusion. "Sweetheart, maybe it's those pills you're taking? You know, for your depression?"
Elena clenched her jaw, tightly. They didn't believe her, of course they wouldn't. Everyone thought she was crazy after the accident happened, even her own flesh and blood. When in reality, she was just depressed. "I didn't hallucinate, it was real. He was real. I didn't imagine it." She paused. "Well, I guess it could have been a hallucination. It just, it just seemed so real."
Jenna sensed her niece's frustration and cleared her throat. "It's okay, we believe you. It's just that we were confused. No worries though. If you see him again, tell me and I'll knock him out." She said and jokingly punched the inside of her hand with her fist.
Elena knew her aunt was just saying that. "Okay, I will." She lied. If she saw anything else then she definitely wasn't going to tell them. They would just think she was even crazier.
Elena wanted to explore the house more, so she went down the steps that lead to the basement. It was very dark down in the basement, and creepy. Elena had thankfully brought a flashlight with her, so she turned it on and began to explore.
Jars full of weird objects mixed with a mysterious liquid were lined up on a shelf. Elena frowned and picked one of the jars up, examining it. It looked like a fetus inside the jar. Suddenly, something scratched at Elena's leg. The jar dropped to the ground as Elena screamed.
The creature that scratched her leg had white hair, black eyes and blood dripping from his mouth. He looked like a demon old man hybrid. He bit down on Elena's leg causing her to scream. "Aunt Jenna! Jeremy! Help!"
Elena fell to the ground and backed away from the creature. She shut her eyes, accepting death. "Please, somebody help!" She begged and sobbed.
"Leave her alone!" A male voice shouted from behind Elena. "GO AWAY!"
Elena opened one eye and let out a relieved breath when she saw the creature was gone before opening her other eye. Her head whipped behind her, no one was there. Who ever had saved her from that creature was now gone. Could it have been Jeremy? No, Jeremy had a higher voice and that boy's voice was deeper, much deeper and a little gravelly.
Jenna and Jeremy came rushing down the stairs, Jenna carrying a baseball bat and Jeremy carrying a knife. "Elena? Are you okay? We heard screaming!"
Elena stood up, feeling a numb feeling in her leg. "I'm fine, I really am. Sorry for worrying you." She said and then began to feel very nauseous. "Oh god." She whispered before vomiting on the ground. "I don't feel good." She clutched her head in pain before collapsing to the ground.
"ELENA!" Jeremy and Jenna screamed before rushing over to Elena on the ground.