The following story was written by the members of the Vampire Diaries Role
Playing game. Please be aware that even though I have tried hard to make
the posts run together and make sense I do make mistakes. If and when you
review, please remember that each character was written by a separate
person. Please make your reviews separate to each character.
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All characters within are owned and copyrighted by LJ Smith. They are used only for entertainment purposes, and no profit is taken by their use!!
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That's all, please enjoy!!
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Caroline awoke the next morning in her bed. She rubbed her eyes and scratched out the sand. It was almost hard to believe. One minute Elena dead and now she was back. Was it a dream? Was the dance in the woods only a fantasy? Had she gained back her beloved friends?
She rolled from her bed and looked around. She was about to head to the bathroom when the phone rang. Racing she whipped it off the charger...it was Meredith.
Meredith Sulez hadn't believed she could feel so exhausted and so happy at once. Every part of her body ached. She could barely keep her eyes open on the drive home. But the feeling of elation just kept expanding and expanding, like a balloon that didn't pop. Some part of her mind sat back in amazement at the strong emotions; Meredith was never a girl to go to extremes. But there was no point even trying to be calm and rational, cool and wry today.
She unlocked the door and trudged up the stairs to her room. Her bed looked oh-so-inviting. But she had one call to make before she fell into it. She'd discussed it with Elena and Bonnie just before they'd gone their separate ways - they'd agreed she was the best to do it. She dialed a number she still remembered by heart, even though she hadn't used it much over the last few years.
Barely a ring and the phone was snatched up. "Caroline? It's Meredith. We're having a get together tonight. At Stefan's. There's lots of things to discuss now that Elena's back. Like, how we're going to break it to her Aunt Judith. Things might still be weird between us, but we really want you to come."
"Thanks Meredith. I'll be there." she cradled the receiver. She rampaged her closet looking for an outfit. THE outfit. Caroline turned her nose in snobby dismay at her wardrobe. Now that Elena was back. It was back to the good ole days of attempting to be noticed in the fair girls light. She hated being second fiddle. She looked in the mirror at herself. She was as pretty as Elena. But in a different way. Way different. Elena was pale, blonde, sweet, and ethereal. Caroline was dark, brooding, imposing. Both girls equally intimidating but not in the same way. Elena fit the role of popular beauty queen. Everyone loved her. She was friendly outgoing and smart. They practically renamed the town when she died. Caroline was the girl who walked down the halls and people barely looked. She was feared not loved. Those that did look stared at how her eyes would slit like a cat's as she looked for the latest victim of her nasty torment. They saw her as mean. She was popular and wanted but not because she was congenial but because she was...well she frankly didn't know.
She slumped onto her bed sadly...she shouldn't be thinking like this. She got back her friends and in a miracle. Her best friend. But still, the competitive edge in her. That desire to be number one had not subsided. She feared that her war against Elena was not over.
While Caroline and Meredith spoke on the phone, Damon was slowly walking through the woods near where the fight with Klaus had gone on. Everyone had gone home, and the rain had slowed to a drizzle, then faded off into a dense fog.
A normal person wouldn't have been able to see their hand in front of their face, but Damon was able to make out a few feet in front of him. He stopped now, kneeling to the damp grass.
Here was where Stefan had laid, his blood still stained the ground, the rain had been unable to wash it away. Damon closed his eyes. His head titled back, and a sigh escaped from his mouth.
Elena had made her choice once again. Stefan, his brother, not Damon. He supposed he should be happy for his brother. After all, the girl had come back from the dead for him. But something inside tugged at Damon.
He had loved Elena. More than he had let even her know. Most any other time Damon would have just distanced himself from the problem. Such as he had done with Stefan not so long ago. But when he had promised Elena that they would take care of each other, he had let Stefan back into his life.
It was easy then. They both had the same lost love to mourn. He didn't have to look at his Elena in Stefan's arms. He couldn't do that now. He wasn't like Stefan. He couldn't, wouldn't control his emotions.
But he couldn't walk away from Elena, not for long, not forever. Yes, he would stay close by, make sure she was safe. Make sure Stefan did her right. Make sure if something brought her down, he, not Stefan, would be there to pick her up and comfort her. To make sure she was ok.
Damon climbed to his feet, he could feel the hunger coming, and knew he had to feed soon. Of course there was deer and other animals all around, but that wasn't him now was it. He walked towards the edge of the woods, making his way in the direction of town.
And until Elena came to her senses, there was also Bonnie and Meredith to play with.
Bonnie felt the uneasiness in the air. She had tried to go to sleep once she got home but there was too much going through her mind. Tears came to her eyes as she remember seeing Elena alive, the real Elena not some dream version of her, for the first time since that awful night in the crypt. Could it be real? Everything, the fight with Klaus and Elena coming back from the dead? Stuff like that only happened in movies and yet it had happened right there in Fell's Church in the middle of the woods. Bonnie looked at the clock and wondered if Meredith had called Caroline yet. There was no other person to do it. Bonnie herself hadn't wanted to and Elena just wanted to be alone with Stefan.
Bonnie rose from the bed and went to the window. Damon had left them alone in the woods but he wasn't gone, he was still out there she could feel it. You didn't have to be psychic to know when that guy was around. The air had an electrifying quality when he was near. She wondered why Stefan hadn't sensed it when he first arrived in Fell's Church. Bonnie started to lock her window but stopped. If he wanted in bad enough he'd get in, Elena had already invited him in once and then again when she had stayed there that night. Elena had been afraid he would go after Bonnie but it had been her the whole time he was after. Bonnie smiled, just like Elena to want to protect her friends. Bonnie turned back towards the bed the shrugged. There was no use in trying to go to sleep although she was extremely tired. Maybe a cup herbal tea would help she decided and headed toward the door.
Damon let go of the young girl, leaning her against the side of the brick building. He had lured her away from her friends, a bunch of giddy teenagers celebrating one of their own's birthday. Tsk tsk, they should have stayed at home watching movies. Didn't their parents warn them of the dangers of being out that late at night?
Damon had lured the girl away with a single smile, into a dark alley. A few meaningless intoxicating words later, and her sweet blood filled his mouth, heightening his senses. He was careful this time though, he wiped her memory clean, allowing her to remember the handsome stranger and that was all.
Usually he never bothered; let them tell their friends of the gorgeous vampire that almost drained them of their life. No one believed it. But Damon knew the people of Fell's Church better than that. One whisper of vampire, and the town would come looking for him this time, as they had Stefan before.
He left the girl sitting there a blank look on her bewildered face. He felt her blood coursing through him, and a renewed energy over took him. He stepped back out onto the dark street, the street lamp flickering, on the edge of burning out. He realized her was just a block or two from sweet Bonnie's house.
He knew that Matt wasn't with her; he had gone back to his own parent's house. Bonnie was alone. Before he could even attempt to stop himself, Damon was standing in Bonnie's yard. He could see her looking out the window, and he chuckled as she reached for the lock. But ah, Bonnie knew a bit about him. The girl paid attention. As she walked away from the window, Damon quietly, yet quickly made his way to the front door.
Without any hesitation, he slid the sliding glass doors open. Pesky little locks, haven't these people learned anything. He walked right past Bonnie's parent's room, not even bothering to glance in, or hide his presence. They were sound asleep.
He made his way up the stairs, not masking his steps, but silent nonetheless. He leaned against the doorframe. One hand on either side above him. The door opened slowly, and Bonnie was framed in front of him.
"Hello, Bonnie."
Bonnie stopped shortly as a familiar face appeared at the door. Any normal girl would have screamed or fainted to see a handsome guy in there door way in the middle of the night but Bonnie was anything but normal. He did make her nervous though. A memory flashed before her of them perched in a tree together so very close. He could have easily taken advantage of her while everyone was in Vickie's room that night but he didn't. Was it because he had waited to get her alone, away from the protection of her friends? Giving him a wary glance she stepped away from the door.
"What are you doing here Damon?" she asked her voice a bit breathy. "If your looking for Elena, I think you'll find her with your brother." God he was handsome even just standing there in the doorway, his face caressed by shadows. Bonnie understood how Elena could be so torn. Who wouldn't have fallen for this deadly looking Italian in his stylish cloths and his unearthly grace? She knew there was no point in calling for help, the whole house was asleep and to be honest she didn't know if she wanted to be helped.
Damon moved towards Bonnie as she tried to step away. He leaned closer to her as she spoke. "I know where Elena is." He said quietly, his breath hot against her cheek. "Frankly, I don't care."
He moved past her, into the room. "Elena made her choice for now, let her and my brother have their moment of happiness. Who am I to intrude?"
He turned and half leaned, half sat against the window sill, returning his dark gaze to Bonnie. "What about you Bonnie, are you happy?" He asked, his gaze narrowing, unblinking, staring into her eyes. He waved his hand in the air, as if brushing away her thoughts. "Not about Elena coming back. We're all just ecstatic about that." He said sarcastically. "Inside Bonnie, deep inside, are you happy where you are?"
As he asked, he moved like lightening, brushing past her with barely a motion. He reached up and placed one hand on the base of her slender neck, the other resting gently on the slight curve of her hip. "Bonnie, you could have so much more, than what you have now." He breathed from behind her. "You can have what Elena turned down. Power, Bonnie, unlimited, unstoppable power."
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All characters within are owned and copyrighted by LJ Smith. They are used only for entertainment purposes, and no profit is taken by their use!!
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That's all, please enjoy!!
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Caroline awoke the next morning in her bed. She rubbed her eyes and scratched out the sand. It was almost hard to believe. One minute Elena dead and now she was back. Was it a dream? Was the dance in the woods only a fantasy? Had she gained back her beloved friends?
She rolled from her bed and looked around. She was about to head to the bathroom when the phone rang. Racing she whipped it off the charger...it was Meredith.
Meredith Sulez hadn't believed she could feel so exhausted and so happy at once. Every part of her body ached. She could barely keep her eyes open on the drive home. But the feeling of elation just kept expanding and expanding, like a balloon that didn't pop. Some part of her mind sat back in amazement at the strong emotions; Meredith was never a girl to go to extremes. But there was no point even trying to be calm and rational, cool and wry today.
She unlocked the door and trudged up the stairs to her room. Her bed looked oh-so-inviting. But she had one call to make before she fell into it. She'd discussed it with Elena and Bonnie just before they'd gone their separate ways - they'd agreed she was the best to do it. She dialed a number she still remembered by heart, even though she hadn't used it much over the last few years.
Barely a ring and the phone was snatched up. "Caroline? It's Meredith. We're having a get together tonight. At Stefan's. There's lots of things to discuss now that Elena's back. Like, how we're going to break it to her Aunt Judith. Things might still be weird between us, but we really want you to come."
"Thanks Meredith. I'll be there." she cradled the receiver. She rampaged her closet looking for an outfit. THE outfit. Caroline turned her nose in snobby dismay at her wardrobe. Now that Elena was back. It was back to the good ole days of attempting to be noticed in the fair girls light. She hated being second fiddle. She looked in the mirror at herself. She was as pretty as Elena. But in a different way. Way different. Elena was pale, blonde, sweet, and ethereal. Caroline was dark, brooding, imposing. Both girls equally intimidating but not in the same way. Elena fit the role of popular beauty queen. Everyone loved her. She was friendly outgoing and smart. They practically renamed the town when she died. Caroline was the girl who walked down the halls and people barely looked. She was feared not loved. Those that did look stared at how her eyes would slit like a cat's as she looked for the latest victim of her nasty torment. They saw her as mean. She was popular and wanted but not because she was congenial but because she was...well she frankly didn't know.
She slumped onto her bed sadly...she shouldn't be thinking like this. She got back her friends and in a miracle. Her best friend. But still, the competitive edge in her. That desire to be number one had not subsided. She feared that her war against Elena was not over.
While Caroline and Meredith spoke on the phone, Damon was slowly walking through the woods near where the fight with Klaus had gone on. Everyone had gone home, and the rain had slowed to a drizzle, then faded off into a dense fog.
A normal person wouldn't have been able to see their hand in front of their face, but Damon was able to make out a few feet in front of him. He stopped now, kneeling to the damp grass.
Here was where Stefan had laid, his blood still stained the ground, the rain had been unable to wash it away. Damon closed his eyes. His head titled back, and a sigh escaped from his mouth.
Elena had made her choice once again. Stefan, his brother, not Damon. He supposed he should be happy for his brother. After all, the girl had come back from the dead for him. But something inside tugged at Damon.
He had loved Elena. More than he had let even her know. Most any other time Damon would have just distanced himself from the problem. Such as he had done with Stefan not so long ago. But when he had promised Elena that they would take care of each other, he had let Stefan back into his life.
It was easy then. They both had the same lost love to mourn. He didn't have to look at his Elena in Stefan's arms. He couldn't do that now. He wasn't like Stefan. He couldn't, wouldn't control his emotions.
But he couldn't walk away from Elena, not for long, not forever. Yes, he would stay close by, make sure she was safe. Make sure Stefan did her right. Make sure if something brought her down, he, not Stefan, would be there to pick her up and comfort her. To make sure she was ok.
Damon climbed to his feet, he could feel the hunger coming, and knew he had to feed soon. Of course there was deer and other animals all around, but that wasn't him now was it. He walked towards the edge of the woods, making his way in the direction of town.
And until Elena came to her senses, there was also Bonnie and Meredith to play with.
Bonnie felt the uneasiness in the air. She had tried to go to sleep once she got home but there was too much going through her mind. Tears came to her eyes as she remember seeing Elena alive, the real Elena not some dream version of her, for the first time since that awful night in the crypt. Could it be real? Everything, the fight with Klaus and Elena coming back from the dead? Stuff like that only happened in movies and yet it had happened right there in Fell's Church in the middle of the woods. Bonnie looked at the clock and wondered if Meredith had called Caroline yet. There was no other person to do it. Bonnie herself hadn't wanted to and Elena just wanted to be alone with Stefan.
Bonnie rose from the bed and went to the window. Damon had left them alone in the woods but he wasn't gone, he was still out there she could feel it. You didn't have to be psychic to know when that guy was around. The air had an electrifying quality when he was near. She wondered why Stefan hadn't sensed it when he first arrived in Fell's Church. Bonnie started to lock her window but stopped. If he wanted in bad enough he'd get in, Elena had already invited him in once and then again when she had stayed there that night. Elena had been afraid he would go after Bonnie but it had been her the whole time he was after. Bonnie smiled, just like Elena to want to protect her friends. Bonnie turned back towards the bed the shrugged. There was no use in trying to go to sleep although she was extremely tired. Maybe a cup herbal tea would help she decided and headed toward the door.
Damon let go of the young girl, leaning her against the side of the brick building. He had lured her away from her friends, a bunch of giddy teenagers celebrating one of their own's birthday. Tsk tsk, they should have stayed at home watching movies. Didn't their parents warn them of the dangers of being out that late at night?
Damon had lured the girl away with a single smile, into a dark alley. A few meaningless intoxicating words later, and her sweet blood filled his mouth, heightening his senses. He was careful this time though, he wiped her memory clean, allowing her to remember the handsome stranger and that was all.
Usually he never bothered; let them tell their friends of the gorgeous vampire that almost drained them of their life. No one believed it. But Damon knew the people of Fell's Church better than that. One whisper of vampire, and the town would come looking for him this time, as they had Stefan before.
He left the girl sitting there a blank look on her bewildered face. He felt her blood coursing through him, and a renewed energy over took him. He stepped back out onto the dark street, the street lamp flickering, on the edge of burning out. He realized her was just a block or two from sweet Bonnie's house.
He knew that Matt wasn't with her; he had gone back to his own parent's house. Bonnie was alone. Before he could even attempt to stop himself, Damon was standing in Bonnie's yard. He could see her looking out the window, and he chuckled as she reached for the lock. But ah, Bonnie knew a bit about him. The girl paid attention. As she walked away from the window, Damon quietly, yet quickly made his way to the front door.
Without any hesitation, he slid the sliding glass doors open. Pesky little locks, haven't these people learned anything. He walked right past Bonnie's parent's room, not even bothering to glance in, or hide his presence. They were sound asleep.
He made his way up the stairs, not masking his steps, but silent nonetheless. He leaned against the doorframe. One hand on either side above him. The door opened slowly, and Bonnie was framed in front of him.
"Hello, Bonnie."
Bonnie stopped shortly as a familiar face appeared at the door. Any normal girl would have screamed or fainted to see a handsome guy in there door way in the middle of the night but Bonnie was anything but normal. He did make her nervous though. A memory flashed before her of them perched in a tree together so very close. He could have easily taken advantage of her while everyone was in Vickie's room that night but he didn't. Was it because he had waited to get her alone, away from the protection of her friends? Giving him a wary glance she stepped away from the door.
"What are you doing here Damon?" she asked her voice a bit breathy. "If your looking for Elena, I think you'll find her with your brother." God he was handsome even just standing there in the doorway, his face caressed by shadows. Bonnie understood how Elena could be so torn. Who wouldn't have fallen for this deadly looking Italian in his stylish cloths and his unearthly grace? She knew there was no point in calling for help, the whole house was asleep and to be honest she didn't know if she wanted to be helped.
Damon moved towards Bonnie as she tried to step away. He leaned closer to her as she spoke. "I know where Elena is." He said quietly, his breath hot against her cheek. "Frankly, I don't care."
He moved past her, into the room. "Elena made her choice for now, let her and my brother have their moment of happiness. Who am I to intrude?"
He turned and half leaned, half sat against the window sill, returning his dark gaze to Bonnie. "What about you Bonnie, are you happy?" He asked, his gaze narrowing, unblinking, staring into her eyes. He waved his hand in the air, as if brushing away her thoughts. "Not about Elena coming back. We're all just ecstatic about that." He said sarcastically. "Inside Bonnie, deep inside, are you happy where you are?"
As he asked, he moved like lightening, brushing past her with barely a motion. He reached up and placed one hand on the base of her slender neck, the other resting gently on the slight curve of her hip. "Bonnie, you could have so much more, than what you have now." He breathed from behind her. "You can have what Elena turned down. Power, Bonnie, unlimited, unstoppable power."