Disclaimer:I own nothing about the Vampire Diaries or any of the characters associated with the Vampire Diaries, they belong to the lovely L.J Smith (who, it seems, has changed her name to L Jane Smith). The only characters I own are any non recognisable people, such as Bella and Jules...so far. Not making anything from this, just for fun and gives me something to do in my spare time.
Belladonna, chapter 1 revamped. All I did was put a little bit more Italian into this chapter.
Belladonna.
Chapter 1.
Bloody City life! I despise the City, but I also loathe the country. I don't like the City because…well you try sleeping when there are huge Juggernauts driving past your apartment complex in the early hours of the morning, honking their horns. Personally, I wouldn't mind draining the drivers. I've always had a thing for truckers and bikers, once I drained a trucker and had a headache for a fortnight.
I hate the country because it's too quiet and prey is few and far between.
Hello, my name is Belladonna Liona Rain Salvatore, and I am a vampire. I am celebrating my five hundred and thirty-fifth birthday today. I am sitting here on the balcony, looking at the lights in New York City; I am right in the heart of New York. I am sitting in one of those reclining chairs wearing nothing but a black silk sheet draped around me like a toga. Behind me, I hear my husband stir, and I feel his dark eyes on my back. I sigh.
"Ciao Belle." He says in his slight accented voice. He has a slight husky throb due to just waking up. He also is wearing nothing, but a black silk sheet covers his naked body from the hips down.
"Ciao Damon." I reply, sighing again. I hear Damon stretching and making a slight groaning noise from cracking his stiff joints. He gets up; the black sheet abandoned, and walks up behind me.
"What is it Belle?" Damon asks, wrapping his arms around me and kisses me on the forehead. For as long as I can remember, Damon has always called me Belle. And his younger brother Stefan has always called me Bella.
"Nothing." I reply. "Just homesick, that's all." Italy has always been my home, and I miss her. Damon moves in front of me, picks me up, sits on the recliner and sets me on his knee. He wraps his arms around me tightly and I lay my head on his bare chest. If Damon were human, he'd have a heartbeat, but like me, he is a vampire. He is five hundred and thirty-eight years old, and he doesn't look a day over twenty-two.
I have been married to Damon since I was sixteen, we met for the first time when I was five and he was eight. I thought that he was cute, but then I met him again when I was fifteen and have been in love with him ever since. I used to live in Tuscany with my Mother, Father, older brother Lorenzo and my two younger sisters: Maria and Sophia, they were twins. Damon's Mother and my Mother were best friends, so one day she took me to see Damon's Mother and Father. I met Damon and knew that we were meant to be together…forever.
Damon takes my hand, and brings me back to the present, he leads me back to bed and puts the black silk sheet around our waists and I snuggle up to him. I sigh with contentment when he puts his arms around me and holds me tight. I put my bare right leg over his right leg, and practically lie on top of him. I close my eyes and play with his shoulder length hair. He runs his thumb back and forth over the tattoo on my ass; the tattoo is just Damon's name with a black wolf underneath and a crow on top. Damon can change into a crow and a black wolf; I can change into an eagle and a tiger. Damon has a tattoo across his shoulders, it says "Belladonna" in Old English writing,
and underneath it says "Per sempre il mio amore". I have another tattoo on my breasts, this one of a paw print on each breast. So, technically, that's two the same.
Damon reaches over and turns on the CD player, The Phantom of the Opera plays. The song playing is from act two, the song is called Masquerade. Both Damon and I love The Phantom of the Opera, when it came out in the theatre; we both went to see it about a dozen times. We saw it in the cinema, it was good, but both of us prefer the stage production. And nobody plays the Phantom as good as Michael Crawford, Gerard Butler was a good Phantom, but he wasn't as good as Michael Crawford.
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade! Hide your face so the world can never find you!
(Enter Phantom theme)
Ah! The Phantom. I smile as I think of his laugh. I sigh contently, burying my face into the side of Damon's neck. I am just dozing off, when there comes a knock on the door. Damon groans in anger. Instead of getting up and answering the door, he just lies there and curses in Italian.
"Come in!" He growls. The door opens and in walks Damon's younger brother Stefan. He casts his forest green eyes around the room, finally settling on Damon and me. He comes into the room and walks to the foot of our four poster bed. He looks at us lying there, naked. I do not care if Stefan sees me naked; he has seen me naked millions of times. Like Damon, I sometimes walk around the apartment naked.
"What is it little brother?" Damon asks, sighing, still playing his fingers over my tattoo, the one on my ass.
"I just came in here to tell you that Elena is just off the phone." Stefan replies. Funny. I never heard the phone go off.
"Oh, really? And what did she want?" Damon replies, leaning his head on top of mine.
"She wants to know if she can stay here for the holidays." Stefan eyes Damon curiously.
"Fine. How long does she want to stay here?" Damon replies, nuzzling my head with his cheek.
"A month." Stefan answers in a worried voice.
"Alright, but she better not try anything with my husband." I answer for Damon. "She even so much as looks at Damon the wrong way, and I'll rip her throat out!" I growl that last part.
"I love it when you get like that." Damon says huskily, which means that he wants sex.
"You may go Stefan." I suggest to my brother-in-law. "Unless of course, you'd like to stay and watch?"
"I think I'll go." Stefan turns on his heel, he stops at the door, and without turning around he says, "Thanks anyways."
"She doesn't know about me does she Stefan?" I ask, ignoring Damon now nibbling on my neck, which is kind of hard because I love my neck being nibbled on.
"No, she doesn't know about you Bella. And I'm not telling her either." He replies, opening the solid lignum vitae door, walking out of the room, and closing the heavy door behind him.
Damon continues to nibble on my neck and I roll over so that I am now fully on top of him. I tease him a bit, before bringing my hips down on top of his.
After half an hour the both of us are just coming down from paradise, when my cell phone goes off.
"Bastardo!" It is my turn to curse in Italian. I control my breathing before answering the phone. I am tempted to throw the bloody thing out the balcony doors!
"This had better be important!" I growl down the phone.
"I am sorry to disturb you My Lady, but we are having a bit of difficulty down here at the warehouse." A scared and timid voice replies, flinching after I have just growled at him.
"What kind of difficulty Jules?" I ask, annoyance creeping into my voice now. I try my best not to bare my fangs in anger. Damon starts nibbling my neck again.
"Just some difficulty that I think you should know about." The man replies. "Are you going to come down and help out with this difficulty?"
"Why should I come down when you can just tell me over the phone?" I ask, confused. Usually when there are some difficulties, Jules tells me over the phone. Very rarely has he asked me to come down to the warehouse.
"I don't want to tell you over the phone, My Lady. I would rather talk to you in person." The old man trembles as he says this, I can hear the fear in his voice.
"Very well. I'll be down in half an hour." With that I hang up the phone. I look to Damon.
"Sorry il mio amore, but I'm going to have to love you and leave you I'm afraid." I say, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.
"When will you be back?" My husband asks.
"I don't know, but I'll phone you when I'm on my way home." With that, I climb out of bed and put my clothes on, black leather trousers, black leather boots, blood red silk shirt and my black leather duster. I have a thing for black leather and red silk.
I cross the room and walk out of the room, down the stairs and out of the front door into the cold December twilight.
A/N: English translations:
Ciao – Hello
Per sempre il mio amore – Forever my love
Bastardo – Bastard
Il mio amore – My love