Hey there:D So finally the translated version of my vampire diaries fanfiction "Forever the Light" Hope you like it and I would be very happy to get a comment about my english writing style:) Because I want to know if it sounds weird^^°

Visit my Forever the Light blog and look at my drawings and scribbles of Elizabeth and the other characters. You find the Link in my profile.

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I am planning 3 other stories at the moment. Together with "Forever the Light" called "Pitch black destinies". A quadrology:)

Future stories(first in german, it will already take a long time to translate this storyu...so if you know someone willing to help me translate I would be very very happy^^)

-The darkest shade(OC:Mary Whitewood and Niklaus Michaelson)

-Dawn of a melody (OC:Jasmin Valentine and Kol Michaelson)

-Till the eclipse awakes (OC:Anabel Clarks and Elijah Michaelson)

But for now have fun reading the first chapter of "Forever the Light":)

*Info: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any mentioned characters except my own created ones*

Memories

In the semi-darkness Liz yawned and groped for her alarm clock with her eyes still closed. At last she felt the small, pesky, since 10 minutes ringing something between her fingers. Grumbling she grabbed the alarm clock from her bedside table and focused on finding the little „stop" button at the back of the alarm clock. Finally her fingers groped the saving redemption and after a push onto the button and a barely audible "click" he fell silent.

She sighted with relief and snuggled right back under her blanket when she heard the footsteps of her mother in the hallway. "Liz? You should get ready. We will leave soon." Liz groaned and with a swift movement she pulled away her blanket. Quick she slipped into her soft and especially cozy warm slippers. The only remnant of comfort, because in the last few days her room looked more like a warehouse than her once beautiful room. Everywhere boxes where standing. The furniture had been packed into protector foil and were pushed into a corner. The walls bare and only a simple light bulb hanging at the ceiling. She was looking forward to sleep again in a real room soon, even if the surrounding circumstances did not please her very much. But actually... it did not matter anymore. These trifles, no matter how many there were also, could not repair the damage the last weeks and month had inflicted to her. With glassy eyes Liz looked outside the window into the front yard. There was already standing a truck and the movers were eagerly heaving her former life, packed in boxes, into the load area. The whole time her mother was walking from the front door to the moving truck watching warily as she was after all, that the work was done right and nothing got damaged. Liz went to one of the boxes in her room and pulled out some clothes. Lastly she quickly she slipped on large football shirt, which she had once got as a gift from her father. She could still remember it precisely, as if it happened yesterday.

It had been one of the few days, when her father did not have to work. He visited a football game with her and her mother. Afterwards they had gone eating at their favorite restaurant, had laughed and had fun. It was so long ago.

Lately, no one had laughed anymore. Her parents had only fought and then one day they called her to the living room, where there were already several suitcases ready. Her father wearing his coat.. Liz had hugged him and then she went back to her room. She had not cried. Somehow, she had already guessed it. Downstairs she had heard the front door and then her father's car, as he left the driveway, drove down the road and never came back. She had heard her mother crying in her room all night. The next day, she looked terrible exhausted. Her eyes bloodshot and black rings underneath. Now they remained silent for the most part. When they talked to each other, then only trivial phrases. Liz was not angry with her mother. She did not hate her mother, but somehow there was nothing more she wanted to talk about. She got out of her slippers and slid into her old worn out sneakers. Her favorite shoes. She stuffed the slippers and all the other stuff, which was not already packed in boxes and bags, in a large blue plastic bag. Liz opened the door, grabbed her bag from the handle and went down to the hall, trough the front door and into the garden. Her mother just came to meet her on one of her patrols. "I'm ready" Liz said and her mother gave her a smile. "Good. You can wait in the car. Only your room is left, then we can leave." Liz nodded and sat on the passenger seat of the red Ford of her mother. Through the window she watched passively as the movers dragged her boxes, cabinets and finally her bed trough the front door and into the truck, lastly closed the large doors and exchanged a few words with her mother. Shortly after her mother was already next to her car. "Would you want to look into the house again before we leave?" "No" Liz said and turned her face away from her mother. Her mother sighed, went to the house for the last time and locked the door. Then she threw the key into the mailbox, got into the car without a word and drove off.

Before they turned their car around the corner, Liz looked back to her house for the very last time. Then she closed her eyes.

Yeah I know. Very short^^° But the chapters will get longer. I promise.

So what do you think of my english writing style?