Title: EaRtH aNgEl

Author: Jamie Carlson

Contribution: Section One: Prelude to the Battle - Part One

Rating: 15, PG13

Warnings: Some strong language and violence

Spoilers: Vampire Diaries series and Vampire (Princess) Miyu anime OVAs (and some Manga references)

Disclaimers: I do not own Vampire Diaries or Vampire Miyu. Jaymee, Arthis, Rei and Crysania are mine and mine alone. (yeah, I stole Crys' name, but the character is mine. And Rei's name I stole as well... Heheh gomennasai. I'm surprised at how few people pointed that out - only one or two! The reason I chose that name is my love of the anime Sailormoon)

Summary: All Damon Salvatore wants to do is get far, FAR away from Stefan and Elena. But, his wandering brings him to a young woman, trying to deal with becoming a vampire. When this girl disappears, will Damon be able to bring himself to ask Stefan for help? And will he, even with Stefan, Elena, Alaric, Meredith, Bonnie, Matt, and a few new-comers be able to find her in time?

Special Thanks: BIG thanks to everyone who has read and commented on these, and actually enjoyed the story! Don't worry; the new changes aren't big and are just to make the whole thing easier to understand, and basically grammar, spelling, and sentence correction here and there.

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Story Notes:

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This story started sometime in 1999. It has continued to only 6 chapters and an Intermission between chapters 5 and 6. Due to confusion about characters and such, I am revising this (only a little), and re-posting. I have decided to break it up into Sections; Section One will be ten chapters long and is titled "Prelude to the Battle". Each part within Section One is going to be expanded on as much as possible. Part 5 is especially and shamefully short. And they are even shorter now that I am altering their format somewhat.


Larva's part is being changed a little, as I have seen Volume One of the Manga, and the first 7 episodes of Shin Kyuukestuki* Miyu the Anime TV series, adding to the knowledge of the OVAs. He can speak now, which *does* cause it to stray *severely* from the OVA and Himiko's involvement, but I as someone once told me, in Anime, continuity is often nonexistent.

*Shin Kyuuketsuki Miyu roughly translates to either Bloodsucking Princess Evening/Miyu or Bloodsucking Demon Miyu. The kanji for "demon" was altered to be that of "princess", according to a translator, thus the title of Vampire PRINCESS Miyu, rather than Vampire Demon Miyu or simply Vampire Miyu.

Part One was the longest part of all, I think. So I'm re-distributing the parts, and shortening 1 by pasting a lot of it into 2.

Arthis has NEVER been French. :p Sorry about the confusion there!

Section One: Prelude to the Battle - Part One

Jaymee Carlson opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, and she felt terrible. She moaned and rolled over --- and screamed. She rolled right into the sun, and, for some reason, it *hurt!*

The young woman scrambled up against the wall, where the shadow of the canvas over her bed covered her. She looked at the slant of the sun through the heavy draperies. She then looked at her arm, where the sun had touched. It was burned. The burn looked like a bad sunburn, skin peeling off her arm.

Jaymee groaned. She was *so thirsty!* But she didn't dare get back in the sun - somehow, in some way, it was burning her. *What*, she thought, *Has there been some sort of horrible nuclear war that has totally scorched the ozone? But no, I would be dead.. My house wouldn't be here... What the hell is going on?!*

Silent, she sat there, waiting, for about two hours until dusk. Jaymee cautiously crept out of bed, surprised she'd slept so late. She walked slowly downstairs and into the kitchen, and got a cupful of water.

She drank it all in one gulp. It didn't help. The parched feeling remained in her throat and veins. She blinked. *Water is the ultimate thirst quencher, according to Mom,* she thought bemusedly, *then why isn't it helping any this time?*

Jaymee set the glass down, and looked in the window. The darkness outside contrasted with the light from within the kitchen transformed it into a mirror of sorts. In that mirror, she saw a disheveled girl. She shook her head slightly, and started. The dim light from the fixture above her head was caught in and reflected by her eyes.

Crying out, she ran for the downstairs bathroom. Looking in the mirror, Jaymee gasped. She looked... different. Her eyes, normally a dark chocolate brown, were darker, and seemed to absorb all the light in the room, reflecting it back out in an unnatural shine. She was very pale, making her eyes even more noticeable.

Her long, brown-red hair reflected the light, little rust-colored waves flowing down her back. So red... *Was my hair this red before?* She gaped at the two little holes in her neck.

She barely kept herself from fainting.

"A vampire," she whimpered over and over in disbelief, like a mantra, hoping that she could convince herself it wasn't true. "I've become a vampire...."

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Damon Salvatore strutted through he woods. He didn't know why he wandered there, but just felt like taking a walk. He had just fed on a particularly sweet young girl, and her blood rushed in his veins, warming his body. The sweet taste of her blood still lingered in his mouth. A pink tongue slid out to caress the lips, catching all the remaining flavor there, savoring it.

He was smiling to himself when he heard a sharp */snap/*, the unmistakable sound of bones being broke. He skulked through the darkness, interested. He slid into a small clearing, roughly seven feet one way and ten feet the other of clear space where only grass, moss and mushrooms grew.

What he stumbled upon surprised him. A young, dark haired girl was knelling over a nice sized buck. The buck's head was, not surprisingly, twisted at a grotesque angle, its tongue lolling out, and the girl most likely had her teeth sank into the soft flesh of its throat.

Damon waited until she lifted her head slowly. She turned her head just enough to look at the buck, still not noticing him, and placed her head in her hands.

Damon blinked. The vampire was *crying*. He gazed at her back, a bit disconcerted. Few vampire cried. Then he noted that she had almost no Power. She was new, then. She whirled around, suddenly sensing him.

The girl's dark eyes were wide, and her face was white with fear. Blood stained her chin, and tears her cheeks. She looked beautiful, yet heart-wrenchingly sorrowful at once. She looked at Damon, bewildered. She tensed, ready to run.

"You know, humans taste better," he remarked casually.

The girl groaned and buried her face in her hands. A quiet, muffled voice came from her hands. "Who are you?" she asked weakly. Damon ignored the question and sidled up to the deer. He looked down at the gory mess she'd left.

"You still don't know how to do it. Didn't the vampire that -" he broke off, seeing her eyes darken, her stricken expression. "The vampire who changed you left?" He asked the question the same way he'd ask for directions, cold and impersonally.

The girl on the ground shook her head. "I don't even remember being turned into a vampire." she muttered in a small voice. She stood, and looked at the deer, a spasm of - what? Grief, pain? - flitting across her face. She was standing in moonlight, and Damon saw her hair wasn't brown, but rust-colored, a dark auburn.

She looked at Damon. "Who are you?" she asked again. He smiled at her, one of his There-One-Minute-Gone-The-Next smiles, the ones that melted human girls into puddles of helplessness. This girl was affected, but to his surprise, shook it off. Her instincts to protect herself overruled her more romantic instincts.

She blinked at them, then shook her head. "Well?" she asked hoarsely.

"Damon Salvatore, at your service," he said, sweeping a low bow. When he stood, he noted that she wasn't impressed. She was just.... tired. "And you?" he asked, not disturbed.

She looked at the buck and sighed. "No one. I'm no one."

Damon felt a sudden pang of out-of-character pity as he saw the lonely, weary expression on the girl's face. "How long?" he asked her.

She shrugged. "A few days. I need to go home. It'll be dawn soon," she said, gesturing at the lightening, purple-black sky. She drew a hand across her mouth, and grimaced at the blood that was smeared on the back when she pulled it away.

That was when Damon noticed that she was ringless. He shook his head, thinking, *Even _I_ give the women I turn into vampires talismans.* He looked at her, and finally saw her for what she was. A scared, pale, shivering girl that could have been mistaken for a human by most vampires, whose likelihood for survival was nearly zero percent. Her weakness assaulted his senses, reminding him violently of Stefan.

At the thought of his brother, he looked at her, seeing an excellent opportunity in the auburn haired girl. *I can teach her how to be a _real_ vampire,* he thought, smiling. *Not a wimpy weakling like my little brother.*

"Do you know how to speak mind-to-mind," *'Like this?'*

She started. "Wha- how did you?"

*'Reach out with your mind, like I'm doing,'* he said to her mind. *'It's easy.'*

She looked at him, confused. *'Like... like this...?' *

Her mental voice was weak, but so soft and shimmery, like a harp taught to speak. Damon smiled, liking more and more about this girl as he stayed with her. *'Yes. Now, your name?'*

*'Jaymee. J-A-Y-M-E-E. Sorry, I couldn't help spelling it. Habit. It's been misspelled so many times....'*

Damon walked over to her, and took her arm, aware of how early it was. It would be dawn in only a few minutes, and this girl had no lapis lazuli pendant to protect her from the sun's harsh rays.

"Hey, wait," Jaymee exclaimed, surprised. "I need to get home, so I'll be out of the---" she stiffened, realizing that the sun was about to rise. "Oh, no," she breathed. Her eyes went wide with fear. "No, no, no!"

Damon led her to his car, a sleek, sexy black Ferrari with illegally tinted windows. He opened the passenger side door, and ushered her in. He climbed into the driver's side.

Jaymee flinched as the sun came up over the horizon. But she started when she wasn't burned. In the better lighting, Damon could see the healing scar tissue on her right arm. She must of gotten burnt when she'd just changed.

"Don't worry," he assured her as he started the car. "This car is shielded from the sun's rays." Jaymee looked out the window in awe.

"This' the first time I've been able to be out in daylight since Tuesday. It's Friday now." the last part was more to herself than to Damon.

Jaymee looked at Damon, taking in his features. His eyes were very, very black, and seemed to hold the stars; they reflected the light in many small pinpoints. His face was pale, as was hers, and it made his black hair stand out in stark contrast, with its little rainbows reminding her of a crow's wing.

"Why are you helping me?" she asked, suddenly suspicious.

He shrugged. "I have nothing better to do."

Damon steered the Ferrari toward the little jewelry store north of where they were. Which was close to the outskirts of a little quaint town called Shelton, Washington. A bit smaller than Fell's Church.

"Stay in the car," he said. "I'm going in to get something. I'll be back in a moment." He smiled at her devilishly. "Don't go anywhere." She made a look at his back as he walked into the store.

When Damon came back, he was carrying a small box. He handed it to Jaymee. She took out the small lapis lazuli ring. "It's a bit early in the relationship for us to be getting engaged, don't you think, dear?" she asked with a surprised look, her eyes sparkling with merriment.

Damon showed her the ring he wore on the third finger of his right hand. "Lapis lazuli. It protects us against daylight. You still need shades, though."

Jaymee looked at the ring, amazed. "Whoa... well, what do I owe you for the ring?"

"Let me teach you how to be a proper vampire. Then we'll be even."

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Jaymee looked out the tinted window of Damon's black Ferrari. She was thinking about home.

When Jaymee had become a vampire, her parents had been away, which would explain why she had remained in bed, and hadn't had a funeral when her body had died. Her mother had been shocked when Jaymee had admitted to becoming a vampire, but, being the kind, loving mother she was, merely made her promise not to drink human blood. She was aware of what she was asking her daughter, but Jaymee accepted the task whole-heartedly.

Which frustrated Damon, who was trying to get her to feed on humans, like a "proper vampire" should.

Now, she was hungry - well, the feeling was more like being suffocated, thirsty, and starving all at once - and Damon was pulling into a parking lot at Olympic Community College of Shelton.

She looked at Damon suspiciously. "Um, shouldn't we be on the other side of town, at the *woods?*" she asked, uncomfortable.

Damon shrugged. He was looking intently at a young blonde in front of the University. "You can find food here easily enough," he said with a crooked grin. Jaymee couldn't see those fathomless black eyes behind his wrap-around mirrored shades, but knew they were sparkling with humor.

He climbed out of the low car, and told her to do the same.

Head shaking, she climbed out, and stood in the fading light. She was wearing similar shades, but a cheaper brand. Unlike with Damon, she hadn't had over five centuries to collect funds.

Damon had been training her for a month now. She knew how to kill, how to feed *without* killing, how to fight, how to play with minds.

Damon had also got her to dress in clothes that suited her lithe form better. Snug black jeans, soft black boots, and a fairly tight black top. He had even gotten her to spring for the black leather jacket. It was cheap, though still way over her budget, but served its purpose. The pale yellow glow from a near street lamp lit her hair, creating a halo the color of dried blood around her head.

She looked like an angel straight out of hell. Her once slightly chubby features were sharper, finer. Her eyes, hidden behind her shades, were fathomless, and were her main tool for drawing in humans.

He had succeeded in making her a beautiful killer, seductress, and huntress, all in a month. But the one thing he couldn't get her to do was feed on, use, or basically take advantage of humans.

Jaymee stood, leaning against the car, looking sadly at the human boys who kept throwing her glances, and were obviously interested. One shouted out a cat-call, and he was elbowed by his more decent friends. She shook her head, and sighed.

*'Damon, can we leave, please? I'm getting _really_ hungry.'*

*'Which is why we are here. You are going to learn the proper way to hunt.'*

*'Screw you and your so-called "proper way to hunt", Damon,'* she retorted in defiance, and got back in the car, slamming the door.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked straight out the window. Damon got back in, and looked at her worriedly. "You really are too much like my brother, Jaymee." he said.

She glared at space. "I think your brother is a most decent person, then," she shot back. He gripped the wheel tightly. Jaymee noticed this, and, feeling guilty, tried to lighten his mood. "Hey, come on. I'm sure he's not as cute as you," she said, raising her brows.

His lips twitched in an almost smile. Suddenly, he found himself overwhelmed with the urge to just kiss her. She was such a tease, such a joker. She knew him already, knew how to lighten his mood. He was growing very fond of Jaymee, and that was dangerous.

For him.

He couldn't lose someone else.

He couldn't.

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Damon woke with the distinct feeling that something was *wrong*. Very, undeniably wrong. And somehow, through their connection as mentor and student, he knew what it was. He vaulted out of the bed he was laying in in his apartment. He left the room, and walked hastily into a living room that didn't look lived in.

The unused TV and tables were covered with dust. The floor was creeping with dust-bunnies. The phone was the only clean thing in the room, other than the worn brown leather sofa.

The black telephone was what Damon was concentrating on. He picked up the handset, and punched in numbers rapidly, almost smashing it in his haste.

There was a ring. Another. Another. An---

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Carlson," Damon said to Jaymee's petite mother, "Is Jaymee there?"

Silence on the other end. Damon was getting very worried. "Mrs. Carlson?"

"She isn't with you." It was a statement. Sheryl sighed on the other end. "I was afraid of that. She usually calls from your house. She left over three hours ago, and hasn't called. Damon, please find her!" Mrs. Carlson whispered. Damon could hear the worry and sadness in her voice.

"I... will."

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Damon drove about madly going everywhere he thought his student might be. It took three days to check all of town, and by then, there was a Missing Persons report out.

Damon trudged wearily back into his room, and slammed the door. He was about to flop onto the bed, exhausted, but felt the remnants of another presence in his room. He examined it carefully.

He frowned. *That Power.... It seems familiar.... But where...?* He froze. On his bed, written in the big, sprawling letters of a child's hand attached to a big person's body, was a note.

It read,

"Hello, Salvatore. Been awhile. Me'n my new pals
have your little girly friend, and you can't do a thing.
You might recognize the name Arthis Mendal, Rei Hino, or
maybe Crysania Majere. I'm just an old face. I would've got
back at Stefan, but you were more accessible at the moment.
P.S.
You have excellent taste in women!
THE BIG BAD WOLF

Damon stared down at the note in his hand, then slowly crumpled it up. He recognized the names; Arthis was a vampire his level, Crysania a little higher up. But he only knew *of* those two. Their record, even among their own kind, was unbearably vague. He thought he'd heard about Rei.... Yes. A powerful witch from Japan. The author of the note he had met before, though it didn't make sense as to why he would bother Damon.

Seething with rage, Damon whispered one word, all the venom and hatred he felt in his voice, "*Tyler....*"

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