Lately I have been reading a lot of Vampire Diaries fanfic and I really hate how there is so much Dalena out there. I really dislike Elena and think she should get bitch slapped but hey thats just me, anyways I really want Damon to end up with some awesome kiss ass girl so I decided to take it into my own hands and create this wonderful story. Its gonna be a cross over with the Dark-Hunter series (you wont have to read them to understand. I'm just saying it to let ya know i'll be barrowing ideas from that as well). R&R peeps!
Dont own TVD or Dark-Hunter stuff. If you don't recognize something from either of those then its mine :) Enjoy!
Prologue
A young girl sat at the end of the bar in Sanctuary watching as the raven haired man beside her downed his eighth glass of bourbon. He was mumbling about something, glaring at the empty glass in front of him-as if it were the cause of all his problems. Smiling slightly she turned fully to face him, "Tough day at the office storge?" When he ignored her and just signaled to the bartender for a refill, she pursed her lips and raised her dark brow, showing she wasn't amused with being pushed aside, yet he still ignored her. She waited impatiently until his glass was refilled then—before he even registered her movement—she grabbed it and downed the amber liquid with a slight grimace. "Gods! How can you drink so much of that? It tastes horrible. Of course… your pretty well hammered so that would explain it." Looking up from her small tirade, her playful lavender eyes met his brooding angry blue ones, and a gasp escaped her lips. Those blue eyes held so much pain and misery it made her heart ache, and for some reason it made her temper flair. 'Who would want to hurt this man so much?' she thought and had the urge to rip their still beating heart out of their chest, but her homicidal fantasies were interrupted by the man speaking.
"It's always him. Always Stefan. The perfect Stefan. First Father, then Katherine, now Elena. Why can't I be somebody's first choice? Why can't somebody love me for me?" This all came out as a drunken slur, but she understood just fine. At that moment she decided that she would choose him, she would heal him and always be there—just for him. Something deep in her gut told her that it was meant to be so, and she never ever ignored those feelings.
Her hand reached out and settled onto his cheek—gently bringing him to face her yet again—this time his eyes held a questioning look, and she let a rare, sweet smile grace her lips. "From this point on you will have me to always choose you," she took a deep breath and said the words that could either doom her or save them both, "you have my word agape." She placed a feather light kiss to his lips as she felt the unbreakable bond seal.
That was the moment that Arina Chthonian changed Damon Salvatore's life.
Storge- greek term of affection
Agape- unconditional love (greek)
Arina pronounced Ah-ree-nah
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