*Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Welcome to my first ever Vampire Diaries fanfiction! I came up with this idea and I couldn't figure out what fandom to put it in, but I think this is the perfect fit! I've just started watching this show on Netflix and I am only about to finish season 2 right now. For that reason, this takes place a little bit after the end of season 2 (I'm bad at spoilers, I already sort of know what happens to Stefan). I hope you enjoy this Christmas story! Thanks for reading!
Chapter one:
It was four days until Christmas and Elena Gilbert was finishing up some last-minute Christmas shopping. After everything that has happened with her family and her friends this year, especially with Stefan, she knew that celebrating the holidays was going to be really tough this year. Which was why she was determined to make the best of it. She went out to the store and bought all sorts of new Christmas decorations to hang around the house. After the house was officially hers, she went around in search of decorations but did not seem to find any. Apparently after celebrating Christmas for over one hundred years, one gets burned out on it. Or at least Damon does. Stefan always secretly loved Christmas.
As soon as Elena got back to the house, she began taking out her decorations and setting them on the table. Deciding she would begin by hanging the garland on the mantel by the fireplace, she grabbed her phone and found a Christmas playlist. It was not long before she felt the distinct breeze of a certain grumpy vampire's entrance.
"Hello, Elena."
"Damon," she answered.
"What are you doing?"
Elena knew that Damon was against this idea. She knew that she had to stand her ground, no matter what tactics he tried to use on her. She decided to go with an assertive, slightly sassy approach. "I'm hanging up Christmas decorations. What does it look like?"
"It looks like you are going against my very specific wishes not to hang up Christmas decorations."
"And I told you that just because you have decided to be a Scrooge, that doesn't mean that I have to."
"Elena," he probed. "You're fairly new here, so I don't know if you know this, but Christmas is not the time to mess with me, okay?"
"Damon, I need this, okay? This year has just been one whirlwind after another and I just really need something to celebrate, okay?"
"We have not celebrated Christmas in this house since 1864!"
She was hoping she could avoid this, but clearly it was the last piece of ammunition she had left. "Yes, but it's my house now, Damon! Remember? You signed it over to me!"
He was about to blow. She could see that. This wasn't going to be pretty. "Just because the deed is in your name, that doesn't mean this house still isn't mine. I grew up here, Elena! It's still my rules!"
"Okay, but I—"
"Shh!" Damon exclaimed in the middle of her rebuttal. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what? Damon, if this is some kind of vampire trickery to end this argument, it's not going to work!"
"No, seriously," he told her, placing his hand on her arm. "I heard something. Stay here. I'll go check it out."
"Fine," Elena replied exasperatedly. "Go check it out."
"I will," Damon replied, all usual sarcasm out of his voice.
He was gone for a couple minutes before he found something. "Elena?" he calls from the other room.
"Yeah?"
"When you took over the house, as you so forcefully pointed out earlier, did you make any maintenance changes to it?"
"Like what?"
"Like a doggy door?"
"What? No, Damon, I didn't put in a doggy door. Why?" She responded as she began walking toward him.
Damon heard her come up behind him and turned his head to face her. "Because we have one."
* So that's the first chapter! What did you guys think? Good? Bad? Leave me reviews! Also, if you like Degrassi or Austin & Ally, or if you are Australian and watch Home & Away (or if you are not Australian and just like Australian soap operas like me), please feel free to check out some of my other stories!
Thanks, everyone! I hope you enjoyed the story and decide to keep reading!
Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)
~You'veGotMeAndJesus
