a/n: This story is alike to the book "Stefan's Diary" basically is Damon doing what Katherine did to him and Stefan to Sierra, and her family. Stefan might show up in the "past" part of this story. In the "future" part of this story most characters will show up. Sierra belongs to me, as you can tell I used my name because I like my name. 99 % of these characters and plots belong to the amazing L.J. Smith the Author of "The Vampire Diaries" This is also my first story, and I'm still learning so I'm trying to make it sound good, and make sense. Characters may seem to be a bit out of character as well, but I'll do my best to change that as the story goes on. I hope you enjoy. (:
P.S.- Damon seems nice and loving and romantic, and caring at first, but trust me, don't let it fool you.
Chapter one: day one
It was 1865, the year Sierra Vanderlynn would never forget. She was the most beautiful woman in Virginia. She had dark auburn hair that flowed like waves, and her flawless skin had a faint tan. Her eyes were teal with a golden brown around the pupil, making them exotic to everyone. Her lips were full and kissable, and her nose was absolutely perfect, and her cheekbones high to match her heart shaped face. She looked delicate, with the curves in all of the right places, and the slim hips. She had the looks, the brains, and the rich family. She was a triple threat.
She was sitting at her white vanity she had just gotten for her eighteenth birthday brushing her silky hair and admiring her beauty before she heard a knock at the door. "Who is it" she called out, in a polite tone. Her voice was like an angel. "You're Father and Mother would like to discuss an important matter down in the tea room in ten minutes" said her maid. Sierra sat down her brush, "Tell them I'm coming" she called back and she heard the maid walk down the hallway.
Sierra got up from her vanity and went behind her changing curtain and got into her pastel green Victorian dress, lined with gold lace. She clasped on a diamond necklace around her perfectly defined collarbone and pulled her hair up into a neat bun with several strands falling down to frame her heart shaped face. She then slid on her matching heels and sprayed some perfume that smelled like lavender on her wrist and neck and then she checked the time and then left her room to go to the tea room.
She took her time getting there, admiring all of the paintings, and the Victorian wallpaper, and the Italian rugs that warmed the oak floors. She was at the entrance of the tea room when she looked out the window and there she saw a man standing under the shade of a willow with a beautiful black horse, and it seemed that he was trying to calm it down, and it was working.
The man was gorgeous, he was normal height for a man, and he had wavy dark hair, and pale skin. And from what Sierra could see he looked to be in his early twenties. He then turned his body towards the house and he noticed Sierra looking at him, Sierra waved, and he gave a simple wave back then directed the horse towards the stables. She assumed her father bought a new horse.
She then noticed she was five minutes late so she went straight through the doors into the tea room, and saw that her parents were waiting for her at the glass table. Sierra quietly took her seat, and placed her napkin in her lap. And then turned her attention to her parents when her father cleared his throat.
"Daughter, you have come to the age when you are considered a woman. Your mother and I have been waiting for this day for over eighteen years. Many men in Virginia have offered their hand in marriage to you through us, of course. And we believe it's time for you to settle down, and have a family. Therefore we have found the perfect man to be your husband" Her father said. He was smiling, a big bright smile. You could see his laugh lines in his cheeks, and his dark angled eye brows pulled up. He looked delighted, his brown eyes shined for once.
"Married to whom?" Sierra asked. She dreaded this day, she knew it was coming, and she knew she was stuck with whomever her parents wanted her to marry. She was hoping they picked someone in her taste. Loving, adventurous, funny, smart, bold, and handsome, that was her taste.
"Sir Blake Reynolds" her mother said before her father could respond. Her blue eyes watered with happiness, and her light blonde hair was extra shiny today, she was happy. Sierra felt her heart drop to her feet.
Sir Blake Reynolds, or just call him Blake was a young man of twenty five. He had golden blonde hair that framed his very defined and strong jaw bone, his nose was straight, and his eyes were like blue fire. He was handsome but he was full of himself, and did nothing but brag. He had loads of money, and he owned the bank since his father died. Most women would love to be in Sierra's place right now, but Sierra was disgusted by the man. She hated selfish people. But she put a smile on her face, she didn't want to disappoint her parents like her older sister Amelia did. Amelia ran away from home when she got tired of her parents pushing her around, not letting her live her life freely. Sadly, Amelia died of an animal attack shortly after her escape.
"I'm delighted, when is the date for us to get married?" Sierra simply asked, attempting to keep a smile on her face, but all she wanted to do was run to her room and cry. "Well since today is September 25th, were going to wait three months, so Christmas day is the day you will be getting married. But as in for engagement announcement, it will be in three days, we will be throwing a ball for you and Blake, and then is when he will propose to you." Said her father.
"Lovely, well now may I be dismissed, I had planned on going horseback riding with Karen today near Dragonfly Lake" She said scooting her chair back, and removing the napkin out of her lap and placing it on the table. "Wait, one more thing" said her father. "Yes?" Sierra asked. "Blake will be here at six, be here by then showered, and dressed nicely" said her mother. Her parents always finished each other's sentences. Sierra nodded and left the Tea Room and headed back to her room and got into riding clothes.
Wearing her dark gray riding pants, black knee high boots, a black corset covered with a black sweater and a dark blue riding jacket she looked ready. She pulled her hair into a tight bun, and met up with Karen on her front lawn.
Karen was a Native American Indian. One of the few in her area, Karen had extremely long straight bluish black hair, and tan skin, with high cheekbones and a very defined jawbone, and her eyes were like does, dark brown and soft.
They walked to the stables were they're horses were waiting for them. Karen had a white horse, with a gray main. It was beautiful, its name was Angelica. Sierra had a rich chest-nut colored horse, with a black main, and deep brown eyes, it was named Lainy.
"Ready to ride?" asked Karen, Sierra nodded and then pulled themselves up on the horse and headed off for the trail. Sierra loved the feeling of wind whipping against her face. The coolness made her happy, calm.
After about ten minutes of being on the trail they stopped at a clearing where they could see Dragonfly Lake. They let their horses get some water as they sat on the pier eating some apples they picked off a tree.
"So what's new?" asked Karen. "I'm getting married" Sierra huffed out. "What? You're joking right?" asked Karen. Sierra let out a sigh, "No". "Oh my god, to whom I might ask" asked Karen, with a twinkle in her eye. "Blake Reynolds". Karen's eyes went wide, and then she smiled, "God, I wish I was you. He is so handsome, and gorgeous. He is like Romeo from that play Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet." Karen said with admiration. "Yes, he is handsome, but selfish, and uncaring, and evil. He is nothing like the character Romeo, he is the exact opposite" groaned Sierra. "Stop lying through your teeth, you hardly know him, so you can't say that." Said Karen, she was starting to get serious.
"Look Karen, I thought you were my best friend, don't you want me to be happy?" Sierra asked. "Why do you always look at the dark side of everything?" asked Karen. "Because I enjoy the dark" Sierra simply responded. "You know what, I'm done. You don't ever appreciate anything. Goodbye Sierra, see you soon" said Karen and then she got on her horse and disappeared.
Sierra groaned in anger, and then threw a rock into the lake and watched the water ripple where the rock had disturbed it. She then looked up at the sky, and yelled, "Why me!" and then she gently laid on her back and starred at the sky for what seemed like hours.
It was starting to get dark outside so Sierra headed back to the stables and but her horse in a stall, once she turned around she was a man entering the stables. It was the man she saw earlier under the willow tree with the black horse.
"Hello" she called out to him. His attention turned to her. "Hi" he said and then went to a stall where the black horse is. "I'm Sierra Vanderlynn, and you are?" she asked him. He turned back around and stopped a few feet away from her. "I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore" he said. His voice was like velvet, and seductive like.
"Why have I never seen you before?" She asked him. His smile dropped. "Your father kindly lent me the guest house, my house caught on fire and killed all of my family, your father heard about it, and he sent me a letter, inviting me to stay as long as I like as long as a train the wild stallion he just bought."
"You must be really good with animals then if he decided to be this kind." Sierra smirked. "I am, but its not the only thing I'm really good at" he said smoothly. "I believe your flirting with me Mr. Salvatore" Sierra chuckled. "No, not at all" he said then grinned. Then suddenly Sierra's maid came into the stables, "Sierra, where have you been, you need to get ready!" she said urgently and grabbed Sierra's arm and dragged her into the house.
Sierra glanced back at the stables, Damon was nowhere in sight. It was like he was never even there. Sierra was attempting to jog the same speed as her maid, but Sierra didn't know her way around at night. Very seldom did she go outside at night because that's the only time the maids and slaves had time to their selves and Sierra didn't want to ruin it.
They hopped two stairs at a time through the back door, the maid was hiding Sierra from her parents, she must have been really late. Her maid pulled her around the secret short cuts the maid's used to get around quicker, and then she was at her room door.
Sierra quickly stripped down to nothing and took a quick but cleansing shower, and then she dried herself by the fire the maid started in her fireplace. Sierra pulled up her white underpants, and her white corset, and then slid her underdress over it. She then quickly pulled her dark blue dress, which was one of the finest of fabrics in Virginia. It showed a little bit too much of her chest, and it puffed out at her backside like the latest fashion trend in Colonel Virginia. Her shoes were slid onto her feet, they were velvet black heels. Her hair was pulled up into a loose bun, with wavy strands falling down to frame her face, and then she clasped a silhouette choker around her neck. She sprayed rose perfume on her neck and wrist and hurried down to the front door where Blake was waiting for her.
"Sorry, I was getting pretty and I lost track of time." Huffed out Sierra. Blake nodded and held out his hand. Sierra took it and he led her to the study.
They took seats in front of each other in the study, and Blake smiled to Sierra, and she returned the smile. "So" Blake said, dropping his smile. "What are your hobbies?" asked Sierra, crossing her legs and sitting straight up like a lady should.
"The usual. Hunting, attending parties, gloating, drinking champagne, and sex, oh and making money" he said freely, smiling a big grin. Sierra shifted uncomfortably in her seat, at least he was honest she thought. "How about you?" he asked her. "I enjoy reading, writing, dancing, horseback riding, and having adventures." She said, giving honest answer's back.
"I can give you an adventure tonight in your chamber" he said, showing her a seducing smile. Sierra ignored his comment, and called in the maid to bring her and Blake some tea. They sat in silence till the maid arrived with tea, and they slowly sipped on it till both of their cups were empty. Sierra sat down her cup, but it missed the table and shattered against the floor. "Damnit" Sierra hissed. "Maid!" Blake yelled, and the maid hurried in. "Clean this up" he demanded flicking his finger at the shattered cup. Sierra gave the maid an apologetic glanced to the maid and Blake stood up and took Sierra's hand pulling her up and led her to the sun room, as of right now, it was the night room.
"Sierra, our marriage is going to be the wedding of the year." Gloated Blake. Sierra didn't say a word, she just stared at the floor. "What's wrong?" he then asked. "I'm just exhausted; I'll see you in three days." Sierra said and she led Blake to the front door, he kissed her before she left, but she never responded back. She walked slowly up too her bedroom and pulled off her dress and underpants and corset. She unclasped her necklace, and let her hair fall down loose, and then she pulled up a black silk nightgown. She sat at her vanity, brushed her hair and then glanced out of her window and saw Damon, he was laying in the grass starring at the stars. Sierra wanted to see him, ask him where he disappeared too. She snuck out of her room and down the hallway, creped down the stairs and out of the front door. She snuck up behind him, then simply said "Boo". "Boo" he simply said back and she sat beside him. "What happened to you earlier?" she asked him. "I hid from your maid, she thinks you and me are up to something" he said. "How do you know that?" She asked him, curiosity covering her face
"Magic" he said sarcastic like. "I'm serious" she laughed frustrated. "Her facial expressions are like an open book to me" he answered truthfully. "What about mine?" she asked him. He starred at her face for a long moment. "I can see that you're worried about something, your angry. And that you are attracted to me" he smirked. Sierra blushed, "Good Job" was all she said. "What's bothering you?" he asked. "I'm getting forced to marry the most selfish man in Virginia" she said. "Well that sucks" he said and then scooted closer to her, and put his arm around her. She snuggled up closer to him. "Maybe you will grow to love him" he said. "I never will love him, no matter how hard I try" she said gloomily.
"Let me tell you a story. I had a brother who my father gave all of his trust into. My father was greedy and selfish, and wanted more land, so the bank owner had a daughter named Rosaline. And her father and mine agreed to having my brother marry his daughter so they could form an alliance. Knowing my brother, being as nice as my brother was, he agreed. He didn't like the girl though, she was plain, and boring. She got upset over the littlest things. Well during the engagement celebration she was murdered by an animal, and when Stefan lost her, he mourned for days, and you never know how good something is until you lose it. He didn't love her until she was dead. So my point is, well there isn't really a point." Said Damon. "Uh, thanks" was all Sierra said. "Welcome" said Damon and then he jumped to his feet, and helped Sierra up.
"Let's go swimming, shall we?" asked Damon. Sierra smiled, and they ran playfully down a short trail to a hidden pond. Damon stopped short of the pier and stripped his shoes off and his shirt, and then he dove into the water and then bobbed back up and smiled to Sierra. "Come on, the water is great!" he laughed. Sierra walked up to the end of the pier and pulled off her nightgown, and she watched Damon's face go surprised. "Dear God…" he whispered and she jumped into the water.
"Oh my god, it's chilly." She shivered. "Well come here, I'll keep you warm" said Damon, wiggling his eye brow. Sierra swam up to her then splashed his face. "Just kidding" she chuckled and the ducked under the water and swam deep under the surface. She then felt something cold touch her ankle, she twisted around to see what it was, then Damon swam above her. She could just barely see his face. She laughed under the water, and then the sunk herself deeper and then twisted around and shot back up to the surface taking a big gulp of air. Damon's face then hit the surface, and he smiled to her, and then spit water like a fountain inches from her face. "Eww" she chuckled and then moved her body inches away from his body. She pressed her hands against his abdominals. "They feel nice" she whispered against his cheek. "mhm" he moaned, and put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer.
They stared into each other's eyes. His ice blue ones intoxicated her teal, and gold ones. He leaned in to kiss her slowly closing his eyes. The kisses got deeper and deeper, their tongues intertwining. The kisses got rougher, and his lips moved to her jawbone, and then to her neck, he was lightly sucking on her sweet skin. Her hands were tangled in his dark hair, and her head slowly tilted back.
Damon can feel the demon inside of him waking up. He hadn't fed since he moved to her plantation. He could feel the veins under his hand show, and the fangs in his upper jaw slowly slide out. "Damon, when I'm with you, I'm so at peace" he heard Sierra whisper. He wanted to taste her blood so bad. Just one taste couldn't hurt, he thought to himself. He was about to sink into his teeth into her neck but he heard someone yelling "Who goes there?" it was her maid. Sierra's head shot up, and he quickly hid his face. He calmed himself and turned his face back towards her. "We need to quietly swim under the pier and hide." He whispered urgently. "But our clothes, it's a dead giveaway that we are here" she complained quietly. "We will take our chances" he said and they swiftly but quietly swam under the pier. They huddled up in the darkest spot and watched through the cracks above them. Her maid walked into the pier, and saw the clothes and she picked them up and shook her head. "Sierra?" she yelled one last time. Sierra was about to respond but Damon covered her mouth with his lips. Her maid left, and Sierra spoke. "I'm dead".
"Just say they aren't ours." He said. "My mother knows what's mine, trust me" she whined. "This could be a problem" he whispered. Sierra nodded, "Meet me at my chamber tomorrow night at midnight" she whispered and then swam to the ladder and pulled herself up. Damon followed, "why not tonight?" he said. Sierra let out a sigh, "Come with me" she said then she noticed her maid took her dress, and his shirt and shoes.
She looked at Damon, he laughed. "It's not funny, I have to run around naked." She said, utterly embarrassed. "My chamber is closer, and away from sight, so follow me, and follow close." He said and he grabbed her hand and they jogged down the trail to his house, straight up to his chamber.
He tossed her a big white button down shirt, and she put it on. He got out of his soggy clothes and pulled on some sleep clothes and he plopped down on his bed. "Come here" he whispered, and she moved beside him on the bed and then straddled him. "I wonder what your fiancée would think of this" Damon commented. Sierra chuckled, "Not pleasant thoughts, I assume." Sierra giggled and then leaned in to kiss Damon.
Damon broke the kiss after a long moment, and then flipped her too her back so he was on top of her. "I wish I wasn't getting married" she whispered. Damon smiled, "Why is that?"
"I much rather spend my life with you" she whispered into his throat. He chuckled, "Tell your parents you don't want to be with him. Your eighteen, time to control your own life" he said. "I will, tomorrow morning." She said with pride and then brung her face up to his and kissed him passionately. She loved then feeling of his cool body against hers. Their kisses got deeper and deeper as the night drifted on.
A/N: Please review and give me ideas of what should happen or how to make the story better. I'll have chapter two up soon. I hoped you enjoyed (: