My fanfic was inspired by both Vampire Diaries and a Thai drama called Jam Loey Rak. When I first watched Jam Loey Rak, I couldn't help but think of our favorite characters from Vampire Diaries, and how well they would fit into that story. This is my attempt to do so, and if you like it, please give the original story, Jam Loey Rak a try. Oh, and this story is also similar to another story I have in another fandom. But I wanted to see how it works here. This is just experimental. I wanna see if anyone likes this and wants to see more of it, if so, I'll continue.
Damon stopped letting the summer breeze fly past him, he let a few strands of dark hair fall into his face. The smell of sea water drifted up his nostrils tingling his senses.
He let out a soft smile not usually seen from the stoic businessman, but being away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Damon was out for his afternoon jog one of the few things he found enjoyable anymore. There were very few things. Every afternoon he would jog down the coast of his private beach on his private island, and bask in the solitude. Damon loved to work and make money, hell he loved very little more, but getting away always made him feel at ease. Happy.
Damon owned a couple Hotels and diamond mines, but his main suppler of his wealth was the restaurants and rel estate companies.
At the young age of nineteen he had inherited everything from his parents, including becoming full guardian of his baby brother who had only been twelve at the time. Six years later and everything was finally the way Damon wanted them too be.
His business were successful and his brother Stefan was doing well in college.
Damon, taking his towel from around his neck, he began his journey back to his home. A large mansion, sitting snuggling on the edge of a steep cliff that plunged directly into the ocean. After reaching his home he went into his kitchen and turned on the tap he searched around for a clean glass finding none he cursed his brother for not washing the dishes like he had asked him too. Stupid kids.
He found an old 'World's Best Big Brother' mug in the back of one of the cabinets and used it. He started to take a drink from it when a loud bang and glass shattering made the cup slip from his fingers shattering to the floor. Looking around, confused upon hearing the sudden sound, which had sounded like it came from his brother's part of the house.
Having a bad feeling creeping to the center of his gut, Damon with slowly went towards his brother's art studio. At the door he could smell burning paper he reached for the door handle turning it slowly.
His voice had caught itself in the middle of his throat upon opening the bedroom door and caught sight of his brother slipping off the edge of his window. The window that faced the cliff. The one no one would be stupid enough to jump out off because it meant a steep 200 foot drop. But whatever had stopped his voice had not stopped his body as he ran towards his brother, reaching out to stop him. But his brother was already gone, before he even made it to the window, nearly sending himself over the ledge. He stared down at the crashing waves and rocks below, no sign of his brother.
He found his voice and screamed out his brother's name in horror, his heart dropping and shattering to pieces inside of him.
(V)
Bonnie stared at the pretty pink dress then at the prettier purple dress. She wondered which one her best-friend, Elena, would want to wear to the party.
"Bonnie, its almost time hurry up!" Elena shouted, voice thick with impatience, "please." She tacked on at the end, probably realizing how she sounded.
Bonnie rolled her eyes before she closed her eyes, at a lost, she did a quick any-mini-man i-mo and picked a dress, hoping it would be the one Elena wanted.
Handing the pink dress to her friend who examined it with a thoughtful eyes before throwing her a thankful smile, before heading to the bathroom returning moments later in the pink dress.
"You have the best taste, Bonnie." Elena praised her friend examining herself in the mirror. She reached for the diamond necklace on her dresser and hooked it around her neck.
Bonnie seeing her friend put the necklace on her thoughts went to the person who had given the pretty girl such an expensive present.
"I haven't seen Stefan around in awhile." Bonnie said casually, not wanting to seem too interested. Bonnie knew that Elena had been dating Stefan almost a year. It was strange to go a whole week without seeing the caramel haired boy, who was a college classmate of theirs, sniffing around the girl.
Elena did a careless shrug, but her face was pensive before an annoyed look came over her face "Why?" She asked almost angrily.
Bonnie wisely just shook her head trying to stay out of an argument. It wasn't really any of her business anyway. Elena always did this. Snared a guy, made him fall head over heels in love with her before dumping him for a new guy. Sighing quietly Bonnie wondered what had happened this time.
Elena did a few more thing with makeup before picking up her purse then storming out of the room. Looks like whatever it was it was bad. Bonnie could here her friend's car start up then her angrily tires squealing go down the street.
Bonnie shook her head. She loved her best-friend but she wasn't the easiest person to get along with. The world revolved around Elena She was always getting into trouble even though she meant well. Bonnie owed Elena and her family, however, for taking her in after her father was murdered and her mother refused to take custody of her.
Elena's family was great, took her in when she was eleven and was currently paying for her to go to college.
Leaving her foster-sister's room, she only hoped Elena hadn't hurt Stefan too badly.
(V)
Damon, dressed in all black, entered his brother's art studio. Five days after his brother's suicide and after the search for his body was called off, he finally scrounged up enough courage to find out why. Why his brother had done what he did. Why was the only family he had left felt compelled to leave him alone. Most of his things were burned but a couple of his brother's paintings remained. His brother had went crazy on the room apparently.
Seeing a open book on his brother's desk he went towards it snatching it up – his brother's journal. There were only a few words on the page.
If you don't want me anymore Elena my life isn't worth living. I cannot bare the idea of living with you not in my life, so I won't.
Damon flipped back to the beginning of his brother's journal, sitting down he began to read things he had never had guessed about his brother. A part of his life he had hidden from him.
"Little brother" Damon mumbled finishing the book. His hands went to cover his face as the journal hits the ground. "You didn't kill yourself over this girl, did you?" He said to the air, horrified.
Then his hands dropped to his sides, his hands turned into fists. He wished his brother hadn't burned so many things in the room, if only he had left just one picture of this Elena.
Damon picked the book up slamming it hard onto the desk. When he did, a hand drawn picture flew off the desk and onto the floor, landing picture side up.
He bent and picked the picture up. It was a picture of a young woman with long jet black hair, bright green eyes, and light brown skin. Damon was sure this was Elena. His brother always drew pictures of his crushes. Stefan usually drew scenery and nature but when he got a crush he spent time drawing the girl, almost obsessively. His brother must have missed this drawing in his attempt to destroy everything.
The smirk crossed Damon's perfectly shaped lips, one that could only be described as evil.
(V)
Bonnie picked up her purse and checked her cell phone as she hurried out her door, locking it behind her. She waved at the first taxi she saw. She wished she had a car like Elena.
Bonnie relaxed into her seat hoping she wouldn't be late. If the store was sold out of the particular brand of makeup Elena would kill her. Well, guilt her into feeling like an ungrateful house guest and lousy friend.
When the taxi flew pass the turn into the mall Bonnie huffed in annoyance. "You missed the turn."
Bonnie glared at the man. He only glanced at her in the rear view mirror but didn't say a word. Fear began to fill her, realizing something was not right about this. "Let me out!" She shouted suddenly, sitting straight up in her seat.
The man continued to drive, turning onto a less populated road. Officially afraid now, Bonnie dug out her cell phone from her purse, only to have it fly from her hands when the man pressed on the brakes suddenly.
Panicked and in flight mode, Bonnie didn't waste time in reaching for the handle of the door. Bonnie pushed it open frantically and darted out of the car in a mad sprint. In her hast to get away, she hadn't even notice the man making no move to chase after her.
Then she was suddenly pulled back and a damp cloth was pressed to her face. The last thing she remembered seeing was striking blue eyes.
(V)
Damon stared ahead of him, concentrating only on the dirt road he was traveling. He had no remorse for what he had just done. What he was going to do. Seeing the dark haired girl sit up groggily in the back, then look around in his back seat in his review mirror he smiled. They're eyes meet and Bonnie blinked several times.
"What?" She said confused. Seeming to realize what was going on she began to scream.
Scowling Damon slammed on brakes as Bonnie was trying to climb over the seats making her fly backwards.
Getting out of his car, he went to the back yanking Bonnie out of the car. Having a harsh hold on her arms he shook her, to force her attention onto him.
"If you don't shut the hell up, I'll kill you right now!" Damon growled out.
Bonnie, too frightened to listen to reason, swung wildly at Damon, knocking his sunglasses from his face. Both of them froze in surprise. One from pure anger because this girl had dared to hit him. The other from the sight of such blue eyes.
Bonnie recovered too late to realize it had been her one fleeting chance to run. Damon's vice grip on her arm returned with more force this time. She winced sharply.
"What do you want from me? If it's money you want get any." Bonnie whimpered, the grip on her arm so tight that the limb went numb. This could not be happening to her. She was not being kidnapped right now.
Damon smirked darkly.
"I don't want your money Elena." Was his response.
Bonnie stared at him in shock and confusion. "Elena? I'm not Elena yo-"
Damon cut in. "Don't try to lie to me Elena." Damon said snapped, expression wild.
He looked her up and down then, his expression made her feel disgusting. "This is the girl my brother fell for? Such a bland looking girl?" Damon asked with a sneer. "You're nothing to write home about, which is why I guess he never mentioned you."
"Brother?" Bonnie asked bewildered. Somehow in the man's face she saw the resemblance, though they didn't even look remotely similar. "You're Stefan's brother?"
Damon expression darkened sharply at the girl he had his hold tightening. Bonnie cried out. Damon ignored her. "Thought you weren't Elena?"
Bonnie's mouth opened then closed. "If you're Stefan's brother, why are you doing this? Where is Stefan?"
"Stefan told me to do this, sweetheart." Damon said simply.
Bonnie didn't believe him.
Pushing her towards the car, Damon pushed her into the back again. He tied her legs and arms behind her back. He gagged her then blind folded her before closing the door. "One last warning, sweetheart, if you don't shut the hell up, I'll kill you right now." He warned. "And it'll be as slow and as painful as I can make it.
Bonnie stared at him with wide, wet eyes and struggled but to no use.
