N: This story is a complete AU/AH. Many characters will be changed and adjusted to the story, keep an open mind!
The idea actually belongs to Sandra Brown – one of the authors I use to read when I was 14 from my mother's collection – the book's called 'mirror image' and it is one of my favorite from her. The story will follow the book with light changes.
As the summary says, after a plane crash, Elena Gilbert, a new and inexperienced journalist is mistaken for no other than the famous senatorial candidate Damon Salvatore's wife, Katherine Salvatore. This will be just a very short 'prologue' and if you're interested I will make this a nice, long story.
Don't worry, 'we pay the price' will be finished, I only have two chapters left to write and probably a short epilogue.
Prologue
"Alaric!"
"Hmm?"
"A plane just went down at the airport."
Alaric Saltzman's looked over the paper. "Crashed?"
"And burning; there's a hell of a fire on the runaway."
The news director dropped the pile of papers in his hands and rose from his big leather chair.
"Taking off or landing?" he asked.
"Unconfirmed."
"How many passengers on board?"
"Unconfirmed."
"Survivors?"
"Unconfirmed."
"Hell are you sure there's even been a crash?"
As soon as it became a sure thing that indeed there has been an accident, Alaric started yelling to every person he met from his office down to the building's exit. For many people, a plane crush was a disaster, for Alaric Saltzman, it was all just information; valuable information that he needed to get his hands on before others bit him to it.
"Just get me a damn reporter on the scene. Where's Hank?"
"Don't know sir, he's not answering his phone."
"What about Jeremy? I know it's his day off, but this is news."
"He's not answering either," the guy answered in a shy voice.
"Oh, Elena…Elena Gilbert's at the airport, at least she should be; I sent her to Dallas. Call her and see if you can get in contact with her. Tell me as soon as you reach someone!"
"Yes sir."
***lucky thirteen***
Damon Salvatore stopped his car in front of the house. He smiled weakly at the ranch foreman and made his way inside. He dropped his keys on the tiny table in the hall and before he got the chance to say anything, he heard his mother's voice.
"Damon…" she called, appearing from the kitchen, followed by a white Terrier. The dog run all the way and stopped between Damon's legs. He bent over and petted the dog that was now moving its little tail in sign of happiness. As soon as Damon rose back to his feet and his eyes met his mother's, he knew something was wrong.
"What's going on?" he asked puzzled.
"Weren't you listening to the radio on your way home?" Giuseppe asked following his wife from the kitchen.
"No, I needed some quiet, why?" Damon could feel his body tense as the first sign of panic.
"Damon…" Giuseppe said, taking a few steps closer. "Channel two just broke for a news bulletin. A plane crashed on takeoff a few minutes ago at the airport." Damon's gasp had been heavy and audible.
"They can't tell for sure yet which number it was, but they think it's…"
"Katherine's plane?" Damon asked and his father nodded weakly.
N: So, are you guys interested in this? Review and let me know!
Oh, by the way, I am looking for a beta-reader on this. I am afraid I already gave my beta enough work with all my other stories going on, so if you're interested, please PM me!