Hello! This is my first Vampire Diaries fanfic. I'm kinda just getting started, so let's see how this goes! :) Please, please, please review. Good or bad, I don't mind, it'll help in the end! I would really like to know what you guys think of this first part. It's short and kind of bland, but I just wanna see if it's a good start. Okay, enjoy the first chapter. Thanks for reading! :)
-K
The Maiden Witch Arrives
Ava
"What was I supposed to do with her?"
"You could have left her."
"She would have died!"
"Oh yes, terribly tragic, brother."
"I couldn't just leave her."
"But you really could have."
"I'm not-"
I groan. There's a terrible, metallic taste in my mouth and my head is pounding. "Water," I whisper.
Warm hands gently lift my shoulders and reposition me so that I am sitting up against some pillows; everything aches. A cool glass is put to my lips and I take a few cautious sips. I immediately feel better and finish off the glass before actually opening my eyes. When I do, the first thing I see is the giant fire place; a grand thing, crackling quietly. But it's unfamiliar; I have no idea where I am.
My eyes search frantically around the room for anything that looks even remotely familiar and I finally find it in a pair of cold, blue eyes a few feet in front of me. Two cool orbs of icy blue, a mischievous, cheeky glint in the top center of his iris, reveals his snarky and sarcastic exterior; the faint softening of blue surrounding the shining pupil, expoes his caring interior; then finally, the spark of recognition in those precious eyes as he realizes who I am. Oh, those eyes.
I open my mouth to speak but a hand gently tugs on my shoulder and I turn quickly, flinching away when I'm confronted by another set of eyes; warm, green eyes. These eyes burn with concern, the slight wavering around the pupil shows this, while the hard-edged glint in the center of his pupil shows his determination. I know these eyes, I know these people. To the Maiden Witch, the eyes really are windows into the Soul. I know these two unforgettable pairs of eyes; the brothers Salvatore. It's been quite a while.
Immediately, my body relaxes and I throw myself at the brother with green eyes, my headache and sore body already forgotten. "Stefan!" I exclaim.
"Hey! You need to rest and-" His body tenses and I'm ready for a reunion, instead he pulls me back and looks me over. "How do you know my name?"
I cross my arms and pout. "You really don't have any idea who I am?" He shake his head and instead of answering him, I turn to the brother with blue eyes. He's watching me carefully, trying to wipe all the emotion from his eyes. But he can't hide; I am the Maiden Witch, after all.
I stand and make my way toward the small bar behind the couch I'd just abandoned. "Come now, Damon. At least you remember me, don't you?" He doesn't answer, but I know he does. How could he forget? I pour myself a drink and take a small sip, savoring the burn of the spirit. "Ah, still with the bourbon, I see. Always was your favorite." I sneak a glance at him and he gives me that smirk. You know the type: the cheeky, lopsided smirk that makes your knees go to jelly and your heart melt; the smirk he knows I adore. I quickly look away and pour a couple more drinks for the brothers.
"Who are you?" Stefan asks. He sounds more demanding this time and I wonder if he felt threatened by me. He should have been, under any other circumstances.
I drop a glass in Stefan's hand and take the final cup to Damon. He's still smirking at me and as he takes the cup from my hand, his fingers barely touch mine, but it's enough to bring a few memories to my mind; I feel the warmth rush up my neck and into my cheeks. I turn away from him, looking at Stefan instead. "You think you would remember the witch that's saved your life about a dozen times."
Stefan stares at me for a moment and I know what he's trying to see. He's trying to compare the memories he has of me to what he was seeing in front of him. I am a witch and I am immortal, when I got bored I liked change.
About 100 years ago, Stefan, Damon and I met for the first time. Damon and Stefan were newly turned vampires traveling about and I was immortal as ever, almost 1000 years old. We stumbled upon each other in the early 1900s. Back then, I had very short dark brown hair; it was cut close, the first ever pixie cut I liked to say. I had been a little shorter then, and was slightly thinner then I am now. My eyes are the same dark grey, though. It's the only feature I can't change and I know it was how Damon had recognized me. I can see why it takes Stefan a while longer, though. Now, I'm a redhead. I have long auburn curls, with an overgrown fringe and I made myself grow 4 inches, leaving me at an awesome 5'5. The same eyes though, always the same eyes.
"I'll give you a hint: My name starts with an A."