Disclaimer

I do not own Vampire Diaries. The O.C. is my original character.

This story will follow the series to some extend, there will be a lot of changes and you will find a partial O.O.C. here.

It will be rated [M] for future chapters and yes it will be a complex love story which may include Polyamory/Menage a Trois (Amira will love with no regards of numbers or what's appropriate), if you don't like please don't read.

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AUTHOR ALERT!

The OC hardly gives two cents about others opinion. She is greedy, self centered, unapologetically sarcastic and prone to mischief and trouble. Her favorite past time is causing as much chaos as possible. There is nothing standard about her. Often she will be a hypocrite, liar, cruel and vengeful and she will do it all with cackling grace fit for a hilariously-sometimes-villainous-grayish girl that will shake this fictional world. She does things because she wants to, because she feels like it.

So be warned, this is not your Mary Sue- save all, help all OC. If you try to tell her to be, she will kick you and then she will just make it worse.

If you don't like it, leave.

If you do, then you will love her!

One last thing - Amira's love is crazy, unique and twisted in a sense that we all wish to have the guts to feel like her so be prepared for everything apart from normal.

Possessiveness. Greediness. Consuming spiraling emotions. Sarcasm. Many many toys that Amira will use for her mayhem. Oh, yes - Mayhem... in epic proportions.

PROLOGUE

Let's talk about irony.

Like, seriously. Let's do that, because I wasn't sure what was more important – laughing my ass of or screaming in rage like a lunatic.

Why?

Remember the irony I just mentioned? Good, good because it's three lines above, I would be concerned for your brain if you didn't.

Forgive me, normally I'm not such a… well, bitch to say it frankly. No, more or less I am a sarcastic, very bored with my life girl that, ah...died.

Yep.

So it really didn't matter who I was or how I behaved, because I was dead. Done. Finito. Fin. The end. You get it. I am just telling you cause it would be easier for you the understand why I was in such a … mood.

Haah.

So irony.

What was it specifically? Well instead of going to heaven...or hell, I really wasn't picky, just to be somewhere fun, I woke up in a TV teenage drama series. Oh the joy! Not any show I might add, no. No! But the one and only Vampire Diaries. Like, come one! Whoever found it funny, I would spit in their direction because from all the wonderful options, of course I would be stuck in the one place I detested most.

Bravo, destiny, bravo!

You are hilarious!

Tch. Not.

In fact, just out of spite, which soon you all will understand is my default reaction to everything in life, I would not call it destiny, second chance in living or what ever the fuck this is. No, if fact I will call you...call you - Dexter, aha! Yeah, take that, whatever power that brought me here just for giggles, I hope you are jiggling in annoyance by this nickname, sucker!

So, Dexter, aka – magic...probably, who the fuck knows, decided that I couldn't just die and be done with it. Nope. It had to place me in this hormonal induces drama, where half of the things didn't have any logic in them.

Not gonna lie, years ago, before this show started to suck, like majorly, I was a fan. Big one. Then, Damon became a teddy bear, Caroline was put with every main character, Bonnie was fucked over more times then I could count, and Elena, the pour Elena didn't grow a back bone.

Ah, how many times I just wanted to break something while watching this show.

The worst part was that I couldn't stop. I've followed every season, no joke.

Then I was hit by a car.

Not gonna wonder why I was here.

In fact now that I had some time to vent, I decided that laughing my ass of was the better option then crying. Why? Because this place, with every person in it was my bitch.

Pfftt.

What? You thought that I would start helping everyone left and right? Like hell. Why would I?

In the past I lacked sympathy. I believed that everyone should get what they have given. This will not change.

But no, no, don't think even for a second I would stay away. I would have so much fun here. Laying in this bed, idea after idea danced in my head. No hate to anyone here, but I was certain I would drive everyone crazy.

The check list in my mind appeared, one I have created years ago, when the show started to annoy me.

1. Make Stefan tear his hero hair out. Oooh! He was just too serious!

2. Fuck over and prank Elena in every step of her romantic and oh so cliched life. Like, oh my God, she just got everything.

3. Bon Bon and her magic, man I was jealous, I wanted that!

4. Caroline and her planning, that would be just too easy.

5. Damon, Damon and his ego haha, oh my, some times I wanted to jump him, others I wanted to paint his skin green. There was place for only one smart ass.

Of coarse, I could ignore them all, but that wasn't fun, why would I be here if I didn't fuck up with everything related to the dramatic plot?

I was greedy, I hardly liked anyone. I got what I wanted, and that was fun. Sometimes I considered myself the incarnation of the Joker, or better yet Harley Quin minus the fashion sense and that desire for blood. But the chaos? The pranks, the explosions and tricking everyone left and right? That was right up in my ally.

Better yet, here in Mystic Falls, where I had the knowledge of what would happen, is the perfect place for my playground.

Inspiration came to me.

Finally I would not be bored with my boring life.

Finally I could get some real fun.

Call me whatever.

But just don't forget to add it to my name - Amira.

Or here – Amira Jester.

Again, the irony. Jester equals Joker. I would live up to that.