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So, I've just finished the first book of Vampire Diaries, and it was addicting;
I couldn't put it down most of the time.
So here's a fanfic to Vampire Diaries, and it takes place after the first book but Elena's still human...
So, I hope you guys will like it! :) Review your thoughts at the end! =) Thanks :D
Oh and by the way, this is my first ever Vampire Diaries fanfic.
~vampireangelxx~
Chapter 1
"Damon…" Elena murmured as she stared into Damon's eyes. They seemed to glitter as he stared back. He smiled a dazzling smile, and Elena gave in.
She kissed his lips fiercely and tangled her fingers in Damon's dark hair.
He held her close to him, and she loved his body against hers. She loved his lips against hers. They were standing in the cemetery, under the moonlight.
"I love you," Elena whispered. "I'll always love you, even when I die,"
"You won't die," Damon murmured back. "I won't allow it, and I'm glad you love me, I'm glad I have you right here in my arms,"
"Don't you love me?" Elena murmured against his lips.
"Of course I do, don't be ridiculous." He breathed.
Elena smiled, but then Damon kissed her. She practically melted in his arms.
Then Elena woke up, sweating and heart pounding. Why on earth did Elena dream about Damon? She loved Stefan, for crying out loud!
She didn't love Damon...But why was she feeling this way if she didn't love Damon? Why did she always have an urge to kiss his lips whenever he was near?
Why was her heart pounding still? Maybe it's just the fear, she told herself. That has to be it.
It has to be.
She tried to go back to sleep but she couldn't. She tossed and turned for several hours, and she eventually decided to stay up. She began writing in her diary.
October 3rd, Monday, 5:47 a.m.
Dear diary, I can't sleep. Why? Because I dreamt of Damon….to be more specific, he and I were kissing, making out actually, under the moonlight and I actually said I loved him.
I actually said that! And what's even more shocking, and disturbing, I actually feel an urge to kiss Damon whenever he's around, despite my being engaged to Stefan.
I wish I could erase these feelings.
I wish I could make my heart stop pounding right now. It sucks.
I need to write about something else. I need to get my mind off Damon—and get my mind off his warm, seemingly irresistible lips—and focus on something else.
Well, yesterday Bonnie found out that she's in love with Matt. Shocking, I know. She swears he's the one. Raymond tries not to show it, but I could tell he's jealous.
Since Bonnie broke up with him, he ignores her every time she tries to talk to him. Honestly, in my opinion, he should just lighten up. I mean, for crying out loud, what was wrong with being friends?
I mean, I know it's hard after having a relationship, but still. He shouldn't ignore her. But of course, that's just my opinion. Halloween's coming up in a few weeks, and Bonnie says she's going to be a witch. Meredith wants to be a Queen.
I don't know what I want to be, but I honestly don't care really. Halloween is fun and all, but I'm just not interested in it anymore. But I'm just going to go through with dressing up anyway, just for the heck of it.
Well, I'll be trying to get some sleep, and if I can't, then oh well. I'll probably read or something in the meantime. Or write in here some more.
Elena put her diary under her mattress. She pulled the covers up to her chin, and closed her eyes.
A while later, about a few hours, she woke up to see the sun rising. She felt haggard and exhausted. She got up, long before her alarm went off, and yawned constantly.
She got dressed automatically, as if she were a robot, and slipped on her shoes. She headed out her room, and down the stairs, where she was the only one awake.
She got ready for school. The sooner she saw Stefan, the better. Even though she was early, she left anyway.
Before she did, though, she left a note on the kitchen table for her Aunt Judith; so she'd know where Elena was at. She didn't want to worry her aunt.
She then walked out the door, and headed to her high school. She yawned constantly all the way there, trying to fight her weariness.
She tried to keep her eyes open. She tried not to faint. She managed to make it at the school. Where Stefan was waiting….
But right when she stepped inside the school, she collapsed.
In front of Stefan.
"Elena!" Stefan exclaimed, wild with worry, and he helped her stand.
She mumbled incoherently, fighting to keep her eyes open.
"Are you all right?" He asked, concern coloring his tone.
Elena nodded slowly, and managed a weak, tired smile. "Yeah…I'm…great," was all she managed to get out before she passed out in Stefan's arms.
Stefan took her home immediately after Elena passed out. He could tell she was exhausted; she needed rest. He carried her all the way home.
The door opened before he could manage to knock, revealing Elena's aunt, Judith.
Her hand went to her mouth, worried. "What's wrong?"
"She passed out when she stepped inside the school. She looked exhausted."
"Oh dear, well, bring her in, sweetie! Quickly!"
He stepped in the house, and headed up the stairs. He pushed open the door with his foot, and laid Elena gently down on the bed.
Just to make sure, he checked her heartbeat, which was beating normally. She was breathing steadily.
He brushed hair out of her eyes gently. He pressed his lips gently to her forehead. Then he straightened up, and turned on his heel, and started to leave the room.
But before he did, he heard, "Damon…my Damon…" from Elena's lips. She was talking in her sleep, Stefan realized. He stiffened and his eyes widened. She must be dreaming of Damon, he thought with horror.
Then, she added in her sleep, in a sleepy murmur, "I love you, Damon,"
Stefan winced and left the room abruptly, careful to shut the door gently. He didn't look back as he left the house.
He realized with a start that Elena loved Damon. Damon will be pleased to hear that, he thought grimly.
Then he turned and changed direction. He headed to the woods…needing to hunt.
Elena woke up, yawning, disturbed by her dream she had of Damon…again. Her heart didn't pound as much as it did last night, though.
But for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the dream. In the dream, she and Damon had made love. She couldn't seem to stop thinking about that.
She couldn't stop thinking about Damon.
And she hated herself for it.
She sat up, and reached for her diary under the mattress. She began writing in it.
October 4th, Tuesday, 6:47 p.m.
Dear Diary, I dreamt about Damon again. And I can't stop thinking about him.
No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to push the thoughts out of my head, it's futile.
I just cannot stop thinking about him. I haven't seen Damon for a while, though.
And the thing is, I don't know what to do. There's no way I can tell Stefan; his heart would break. He'd be upset, considering the antagonism between them.
But that wouldn't be the only reason.
He cares about me, he loves me, as I love him. But I really shouldn't deny it either, and it's not like I'm going to tell anyone anyway, but I think I should just face the truth.
I love them both. Yes, I know. Katherine loved them both too, but this is different. I wouldn't use them like she did. I truly and honestly love them.
That isn't to say that Damon isn't a pain in the butt sometimes. But, well, everyone can be at some point…right?
Well, the only thing I can do is just pretend like everything's normal.
Elena put the diary back under the mattress. She stood up, and headed out of her room.
She went downstairs, and saw that Aunt Judith was cooking.
"Hey, sweetie, how're you feeling?" Aunt Judith asked with concern.
"I'm…good. I just woke up."
"That's good. You needed rest."
"Wait, how did you know I needed rest?"
"Well, Stefan told me that you'd passed out due to lack of sleep."
Elena gaped, her eyes wide.
"He carried you here," Aunt Judith added.
"O-oh…okay…" Elena forced a smile.
Then she added, "I'm going to go see Stefan,"
"All right, be back before dark, okay?"
Elena nodded. Then she hurried out the door.
As she walked to the boardinghouse, she had a feeling that someone was watching her.
Her walk slowed as the feeling grew stronger.
She turned and saw Damon smiling faintly.
She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her heart raced, and trying to keep her eyes off his lips.
His smile grew. And something told Elena that he knew what she was feeling.
"What're you doing here?" Elena managed to ask in a low voice.
"What, I can't take a walk around town?" He arched an eyebrow.
"You were following me." She didn't say it as an accusation; she said it with surprise…and as a statement of fact.
"Perhaps, but maybe I just happened to bump into you." His black eyes glittered.
"Stop doing that," Elena averted her eyes.
"Doing what?" He said with surprise. She looked back to see that his smile was gone.
"Making me feel this way! I hate it! It's…it's like I'm not even myself! You're using your spell!"
"No, I'm not." He said calmly.
And with a shock she realized he was being honest.
She blushed, embarrassed at her outburst, and she scratched her arm though it wasn't itchy. She averted her gaze.
"Um…I, er, have to be somewhere," She started to turn away, but Damon grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him. She was lost in his gaze.
She breathed unsteadily. She swallowed hard, and Damon murmured, "You finally see that you love me,"
Elena couldn't help but nod. He kissed her lips fiercely, and all her previous thoughts about pretending like everything was normal faded into oblivion.
She kissed him back, and melted into his arms…
"Elena…I'm leaving," A familiar voice suddenly said. Her eyes snapped open.
She pulled away not roughly, but not gently either.
"Stefan? What…are you doing here? I was, um, going to come see you…" She mumbled. There was so much pain in his eyes that Elena's heart ached.
"I'm leaving, Elena, since you love Damon, and I don't want to intrude on your relationship." He started to turn away, but Elena grabbed his arm.
"Don't go! Please!" She begged with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Elena, but I must. I'm so, so sorry."
"If you're so sorry, then why are you leaving me?" She demanded, the tears sliding down her cheeks. "Please don't go!" She sobbed, her shoulders shaking.
"Elena…I love you, but you can't love us both,"
"I do love you both!" Elena cried.
"I've made up my mind, Elena, I will always love you. Goodbye," He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there. Elena wrapped her arms around his waist, not wanting to let him go.
Stefan easily slipped out of her grasp.
"Some gentleman," Damon said to him. Elena glanced at him and saw that he was leaning against the wall. "You're even stupider than ever, brother. You made her cry." His eyes narrowed.
"I didn't intend to! She loves you, and we can't even be together, thanks to you."
"Well, you're being awfully selfish, little brother."
For once, Elena agreed with Damon. "Stop it, Stefan," She said angrily. "You are being selfish, I agree with Damon. I can't believe you. I'm shocked, Stefan. Just because I love Damon, you automatically think you have to leave. Wow, Stefan, just…wow." She glared at Stefan with such anger that he flinched slightly. The pain in his eyes grew.
"Elena…"
"Don't. I don't even care if you stay or leave anymore. I love Damon, and if you can't handle that, then you're just easily sensitive…and selfish."
"All right," Stefan murmured so low that Elena wasn't sure what he said.
"What?"
"I said, all right. I'll stay," He looked relieved.
"Really?" Elena asked skeptically.
"Yes."
"Okay, fine. But can you at least try dealing with the fact that I love Damon?"
"I'll try; no guarantees."
Elena nodded, and grabbed both of their hands and she led them down the street, to a motel. She let go of their hands for a moment to open the door, and she smiled up at Stefan and Damon.
Damon smiled back.
She paid for their room, and they walked up the stairs to their room. They walked in and Elena threw herself on the bed. She grinned at their expressions.
"Aw, c'mon, can't you guess what I want? Unless, of course, you don't want it," She smiled seductively. "Of course, if you don't, then I can wait. I mean, we don't have to do it now..."
Damon lay by her side, and kissed her lips with an intensity that made her heart race in anticipation. Stefan lay on her other side, and murmured, "I don't know, Elena…."
Damon pulled away slightly, and stroked her leg.
"It's okay, Stefan, don't be afraid," She said a little breathlessly as Damon's finger trailed all the way down her thigh. "We can do this one at a time. Who wants to go first?"
Damon and Stefan exchanged glances.
"I will," They said at the same time.
"C'mon, Elena, I'm so much more fun than my brother here," Damon murmured silkily at her ear.
"Elena, I can wait," Stefan said. "Just don't hurt her, Damon," He warned.
"Why would I? Okay, it's settled."
"So, who's going first?" Elena asked again.
"I am," Damon said proudly. Then Stefan got up and went somewhere else. Damon lay on top of Elena, and began taking her clothes off.
She took his clothes off, and they ended up as a pile on the floor. He kissed her throat, and trailed kisses down her collarbone…and further.
They began where her dream had ended.
Bonnie couldn't find Elena anywhere. She wasn't home, and she was scared that Elena might be hurt. Someone touched her arm, and she screamed.
"Whoa, calm down," An unfamiliar voice said. A male voice. Bonnie turned around and saw that he was more than a foot taller than her. Then again, who wasn't taller than her? She had always been short.
"What, what do you want? And who are you?" Bonnie demanded. He chuckled. She stared.
"You're short."
"Yeah, I know. Who the heck are you?" She snapped.
"My name is Thomas, Thomas Best."
Bonnie put her hands on her hips and waited for an explanation. He chuckled again.
"I've been searching for you, Bonnie McCullough, and I want you." He said in a strangely serious tone.
"You…want me? What on earth for?" She asked, merely curious this time.
"I love you, Bonnie, and I know you better than anyone else,"
"But…I don't even know you,"
"Yes you do. You just don't remember."
"I don't know you." She said stubbornly, but as she gazed into his brown eyes, she felt like she knew him from somewhere…She gasped and stepped back.
"You're a vampire," She whispered intensely. "And you're my…you're my…."
"Ex-boyfriend, I'm your ex-boyfriend." He finished for her. "And yeah, I'm a vampire." He added grimly.
Bonnie swallowed hard, the memory coming clear at the front of her mind. She remembered the break-up as clearly as if it happened yesterday.
She felt herself going back to that day….
"Stop it! Stop yelling at me!" Bonnie had yelled at Thomas.
"You said it yourself! You hate my dad!" He had yelled back.
"Only because he's a JERK!" She'd screamed. "I have good reason to!"
"He is NOT a jerk! You're just stupid enough to not see that!"
Bonnie then had thrown a lamp at him. But he'd dodged too fast, too quickly. He had been by her side so quickly, that it caught her attention.
"You're so pathetic, you're not even that bright…I even saw you checking out some other guy. I don't know why I even bothered with you," He had said coldly.
"I love you, Thomas! But if you're just going to keep calling me stupid, then we're THROUGH!" She had then raced out of the room.
She then came back to reality. "I…don't know what to say," Bonnie whispered. "But we're not getting back together, Thomas, you'd hurt me too much," She averted her eyes.
"Bonnie, I was angry, you were angry, I made a mistake. I love you, I always have, always will. Please," He begged.
Bonnie met his pleading eyes. "I love you too," Bonnie murmured. "I'm sorry for everything." She kissed his lips and he kissed back with a fierce intensity. He wrapped his arms around her, and led her—without breaking the kiss—to an alley.
Her back was against the brick wall. Their mouths moved together almost in synch. And Bonnie loved him after all this time; she'd just forgotten.
Elena was drenched with sweat. After making love with both Damon and Stefan, she was exhausted…and in pain. But she ignored the pain, and laid her head against the pillows. Stefan and Damon were both sitting up on either side of her, already dressed, and they glanced down at her with an unreadable expression. Elena smiled wearily up at them, and she eventually grew exhausted and fell asleep…
Bonnie and Thomas held hands as they walked to Bonnie's house. Her head went up to just barely his forearm. To other people, she almost looked as if she were his daughter. But she didn't care about what they thought though; she only cared that she was with Thomas.
She was in love…and this time she meant it. She only thought she was in love with Matt; but now she knew she was in love, truly and fully in love.
As they kissed on her doorstep, she thought of their future together…They broke apart, and they smiled at each other. She walked in and he walked away.
She had never been so happy in her entire life.
A/N
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Thanks :)
~vampireangelxx~
