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Summary: A vampire with a shady past comes to Fell's Church to start a new life, followed by her evil sister. Bonnie notices an uncanny similar to the saga between Elena/Stefan/Damon. It's happening again to her younger brother Jason. Can they stop the cycle before history repeats itself?
Part 1
September 10th 2001
Monday 6:09 am
Dear Diary,
It's not easy being perfect. Someone has to do it, and I guess I really don't mind if it's me. Schools well under way now. And everyone's still looking up to me and admiring me. But it's hard. It's not like I'm just your average all American Miss Popularity. I have to live up to people's expectations. Elena Gilbert has been dead and buried for what...five years now? And yet, people still remember her, they still say, "Remember when Elena and Bonnie did..."
It can really get annoying sometimes. I'd like to be my own person, not live up to a dead girl's reputation. Elena maybe dead, but she's sure as hell not forgotten. It's not just her that's making me feel weird. I don't know what it is. I have a sort uncanny feeling for things like these, almost like a sixth sense. I sometimes can feel things that aren't there. (No, I don't see dead people, and I'm glad about it.)
I don't really know how to describe it. People whisper maybe I'm like Bonnie, with all her weird powers. Bonnie is my boyfriend Jason's older sister. She's just graduated from NYU and has come home for a visit for a few weeks before venturing out into the big wide world.
The thought of the wide world out there scares me. I'm quite happy here in Fell's Church, a nice town where everyone knows me and everyone likes me. Everyone does what I tell them to.
I'm getting an impression that maybe everything's not so peaceful as it seems. I know the town has a bad history, people talk that there were vampires here once. What a load of crap.
But the idea does seem kind of intriguing. Living forever, being beautiful and powerful. Hmm...
But the idea of gaining al of these from other people's blood maybe isn't so enticing after all. I think for now I'd just like to be plain old human.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't shake off a feeling that something's going to happen. Someone's coming.
Someone whose going to change everything...and maybe not for the best.
* * *
Part 2
The sky was darkening rapidly, and twinkling stars were starting to peek out from behind a few clouds in the twilight of the evening. Raquelle smiled. The night always made her feel peaceful. Her best element, no matter how much she'd like to hide from the fact. She sat on the broken wall in the ruined church in the graveyard in the small American town of Fell's Church. She'd been hiding in small towns in this country for a while now, trying to adapt to the lifestyle and language before making herself known. Her English wasn't all that good, at least now she hoped she'd improved.
She'd spent a long time hiding. Maybe it was time to venture into the world again. And Fell's Church seemed like a nice place to be. It seemed like a good town, one of those towns where everyone knew everyone else. She hoped she could fit in here.
She heard footsteps coming, and slunk back into the shadows easily. A couple were walking quickly down the stone steps. A boy and a girl, both looking around eighteen. She was small, with blonde hair, perfectly in place, short skirt, expensive blouse, heels. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a letterman jacket from the local high school. His hair was sort of rusty red, his eyes a bright and shining blue. Something about him seemed to radiate outwards. From her hiding place Raquelle could almost sense his powerful personality. She found herself fascinated.
But he didn't seem all that comfortable. He was walking quickly. He kept glancing around, as if he could feel her eyes watching him. He stuck his hands into his jacket pockets and walked on.
"Jason!" the girl was whining. "Wait up! I can't walk fast in heels! I don't want to ruin them. Do you know how much Gucci shoes cost?"
The boy sighed. "Daphne come on. I want to get out of here. I don't like this place."
"Well it's quicker than having to go all the way through town since they never bothered rebuilding Wickery Bridge."
"It's be quicker if you hurried up a little," he said impatiently. "Why can't you wear sensible shoes like everyone else?"
The girl - Daphne - was insulted. "Everyone else? You want me to be mediocre and dull and not bright and special?"
The boy looked heavenwards. "Daph, that's not what I meant. I only said - "
"You'd rather I wear normal and not dress nicely and fashionably. Do you not want me to be popular?"
Raquelle's nose wrinkled in distaste. From her research of human life in the modern world it seemed popularity was everything. Did it really matter what famous designer made your shoes? She'd have to take note of that for when she enrolled in the high school on Monday.
Jason turned then, and seemed to meet her gaze directly. His head tilted, and he opened his mouth to go. Daphne turned too, and saw her looking at them. She frowned and tugged Jason's arm. "Let's go," she said.
She dragged him off down the path, not whining about her expensive shoes anymore. Jason turned back, several times, trying to get a glimpse of her.
Raquelle frowned, tugging on a strand of her own gentle blonde locks. She might be 300, but she still looked eighteen. She still found it hard to accept being a vampire. The other kids would too. They wouldn't understand. As far as they were concerned, vampires were just myths. And she hoped she could keep it that way.
It would be hard enough for her, coming to a new school surrounded by people she didn't know, judging her, making sure she didn't wear the wrong shoes. Daphne had made the clear point that fashion was important. She must be one of the popular people.
Raquelle left the cemetery then, heading for the only boarding house she'd found in Fell's Church, run my a mysterious old lady named Mrs. Flowers. She wasn't rude or senile, at least not in Raquelle's view...but...she just seemed...eccentric. She'd known to invite Raquelle in when she'd come to request the room.
Raquelle had taken the room in the attic, it had a flight of stairs that helped her get onto the roof. Good for her feeding. She didn't want to be seen. She'd found a few things left in the room by its last occupant. A silver dagger, some Florentine coins. She remembered the coins. She'd been from Rome originally.
But something had bothered her. She wasn't sure what it was. When she'd first arrived there had been an undeniable sense of Power about the town. Good or bad, she hadn't been able to tell, but there had been a very strong feeling in the air. Waves that meant the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand in end.
She'd been in the library when her first memories of *him* had been stirred. She still remembered it clearly even now. Damon's touch, the thrill he'd given her when he'd crept into her room late at night, when he'd kissed her. He'd seemed more interested in her neck than other places, which had come as a surprise to her. Of course, he had liked to touch her in certain places, and she hadn't objected at all. He made it all so special, so...tingly. The feeling of heat and fire as he'd caressed her special places was something she'd never forget.
But it was his kisses to her neck that were the best. A sharp pain at first and then...feelings so wonderful she couldn't put them into words. A devastating bliss that seemed to always take her to higher planes...
But how had she known that loving a vampire could be a mistake? She hadn't meant to drink his blood. Had he some how hypnotised her not to know what was going on? All she knew that it was an amazing forbidden pleasure. Something that no one else but her could have. She hadn't known it would change her completely. She sighed sadly, studying the golden ring he'd given her, set with a blue stone, the colour of her eyes.
Damon had been almost wistful when he'd placed it on her finger. She had wondered what was wrong. But he'd been evasive on the subject, and had bent to kiss her so she hadn't objected.
It wasn't until he'd left her when she realised what he was, what had happened to her. She had thought it was a strange place to wake up, inside a tomb. She remembered going to sleep in her big, beautiful bed, with Damon beside her to cuddle up to. But he had been gone, and she had been cold and a strange feeling was gnawing at her insides.
She had gone home, and all the servants had screamed at her. They all looked so frightened. She tried to enter the manor house, only to find she couldn't. And the priest came, and told her she was an unholy monster who needed an invitation to get inside, and to go away because she wasn't going to get one. (He'd been politer than that in his strange biblical way, but that was pretty much the gist of what he'd been telling her.)
She had immediately gone to find Damon. To see him giving her older sister Serephina the wonderful, magic kisses he'd given her. She'd fled. She'd found others of her kind, who'd taught her how to adapt.
She'd even met Damon's nice younger brother Stefan once. At the time, she'd decided she liked him a lot more than Damon. Damon had gone from a romantic, gorgeous dream-guy to an arrogant bastard who'd be sorry if he crossed her path again. Stefan was nice, but he'd been...out of it slightly. He looked like a lost child, as if he were missing something important.
She frowned, thinking of what she'd found in the library that had set off her memories of Damon. She'd seen a book with a blue velvet cover on one of the display stands. It had been just out, as if to pick up and read. So she had. She'd been amazed to read the account of the girl's life, her turmoil with Stefan and Damon. Sensible girl had gone for Stefan. It seemed Stefan had found in the girl, Elena, what he seemed to be missing when Raquelle had first met him. The whole book had been wonderful. But surely that's all it was, a wonderfully written story in a nice display book, written in the style of a diary. Maybe this girl had seen them or heard their names and created the story around them.
It seemed unlikely that Stefan or Damon had ever been in such a small town like this. She closed the front door to the boarding house after stepping inside.
"Lock the door, girl," a cracked old voice called from the landing at the top of the stairs. "We don't want the bad nasties coming in."
Raquelle obediently locked the door. Mrs. Flowers went to her room, and Raquelle went to hers. She collapsed on her bed, without bothering to get undressed. Her eyes closed, and she tried to calm the butterflies starting in her stomach. She told herself it was just nerves from the first day of school tomorrow. And yet, for some reason, she was having trouble believing that.
* * *
Summary: A vampire with a shady past comes to Fell's Church to start a new life, followed by her evil sister. Bonnie notices an uncanny similar to the saga between Elena/Stefan/Damon. It's happening again to her younger brother Jason. Can they stop the cycle before history repeats itself?
Part 1
September 10th 2001
Monday 6:09 am
Dear Diary,
It's not easy being perfect. Someone has to do it, and I guess I really don't mind if it's me. Schools well under way now. And everyone's still looking up to me and admiring me. But it's hard. It's not like I'm just your average all American Miss Popularity. I have to live up to people's expectations. Elena Gilbert has been dead and buried for what...five years now? And yet, people still remember her, they still say, "Remember when Elena and Bonnie did..."
It can really get annoying sometimes. I'd like to be my own person, not live up to a dead girl's reputation. Elena maybe dead, but she's sure as hell not forgotten. It's not just her that's making me feel weird. I don't know what it is. I have a sort uncanny feeling for things like these, almost like a sixth sense. I sometimes can feel things that aren't there. (No, I don't see dead people, and I'm glad about it.)
I don't really know how to describe it. People whisper maybe I'm like Bonnie, with all her weird powers. Bonnie is my boyfriend Jason's older sister. She's just graduated from NYU and has come home for a visit for a few weeks before venturing out into the big wide world.
The thought of the wide world out there scares me. I'm quite happy here in Fell's Church, a nice town where everyone knows me and everyone likes me. Everyone does what I tell them to.
I'm getting an impression that maybe everything's not so peaceful as it seems. I know the town has a bad history, people talk that there were vampires here once. What a load of crap.
But the idea does seem kind of intriguing. Living forever, being beautiful and powerful. Hmm...
But the idea of gaining al of these from other people's blood maybe isn't so enticing after all. I think for now I'd just like to be plain old human.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't shake off a feeling that something's going to happen. Someone's coming.
Someone whose going to change everything...and maybe not for the best.
* * *
Part 2
The sky was darkening rapidly, and twinkling stars were starting to peek out from behind a few clouds in the twilight of the evening. Raquelle smiled. The night always made her feel peaceful. Her best element, no matter how much she'd like to hide from the fact. She sat on the broken wall in the ruined church in the graveyard in the small American town of Fell's Church. She'd been hiding in small towns in this country for a while now, trying to adapt to the lifestyle and language before making herself known. Her English wasn't all that good, at least now she hoped she'd improved.
She'd spent a long time hiding. Maybe it was time to venture into the world again. And Fell's Church seemed like a nice place to be. It seemed like a good town, one of those towns where everyone knew everyone else. She hoped she could fit in here.
She heard footsteps coming, and slunk back into the shadows easily. A couple were walking quickly down the stone steps. A boy and a girl, both looking around eighteen. She was small, with blonde hair, perfectly in place, short skirt, expensive blouse, heels. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a letterman jacket from the local high school. His hair was sort of rusty red, his eyes a bright and shining blue. Something about him seemed to radiate outwards. From her hiding place Raquelle could almost sense his powerful personality. She found herself fascinated.
But he didn't seem all that comfortable. He was walking quickly. He kept glancing around, as if he could feel her eyes watching him. He stuck his hands into his jacket pockets and walked on.
"Jason!" the girl was whining. "Wait up! I can't walk fast in heels! I don't want to ruin them. Do you know how much Gucci shoes cost?"
The boy sighed. "Daphne come on. I want to get out of here. I don't like this place."
"Well it's quicker than having to go all the way through town since they never bothered rebuilding Wickery Bridge."
"It's be quicker if you hurried up a little," he said impatiently. "Why can't you wear sensible shoes like everyone else?"
The girl - Daphne - was insulted. "Everyone else? You want me to be mediocre and dull and not bright and special?"
The boy looked heavenwards. "Daph, that's not what I meant. I only said - "
"You'd rather I wear normal and not dress nicely and fashionably. Do you not want me to be popular?"
Raquelle's nose wrinkled in distaste. From her research of human life in the modern world it seemed popularity was everything. Did it really matter what famous designer made your shoes? She'd have to take note of that for when she enrolled in the high school on Monday.
Jason turned then, and seemed to meet her gaze directly. His head tilted, and he opened his mouth to go. Daphne turned too, and saw her looking at them. She frowned and tugged Jason's arm. "Let's go," she said.
She dragged him off down the path, not whining about her expensive shoes anymore. Jason turned back, several times, trying to get a glimpse of her.
Raquelle frowned, tugging on a strand of her own gentle blonde locks. She might be 300, but she still looked eighteen. She still found it hard to accept being a vampire. The other kids would too. They wouldn't understand. As far as they were concerned, vampires were just myths. And she hoped she could keep it that way.
It would be hard enough for her, coming to a new school surrounded by people she didn't know, judging her, making sure she didn't wear the wrong shoes. Daphne had made the clear point that fashion was important. She must be one of the popular people.
Raquelle left the cemetery then, heading for the only boarding house she'd found in Fell's Church, run my a mysterious old lady named Mrs. Flowers. She wasn't rude or senile, at least not in Raquelle's view...but...she just seemed...eccentric. She'd known to invite Raquelle in when she'd come to request the room.
Raquelle had taken the room in the attic, it had a flight of stairs that helped her get onto the roof. Good for her feeding. She didn't want to be seen. She'd found a few things left in the room by its last occupant. A silver dagger, some Florentine coins. She remembered the coins. She'd been from Rome originally.
But something had bothered her. She wasn't sure what it was. When she'd first arrived there had been an undeniable sense of Power about the town. Good or bad, she hadn't been able to tell, but there had been a very strong feeling in the air. Waves that meant the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand in end.
She'd been in the library when her first memories of *him* had been stirred. She still remembered it clearly even now. Damon's touch, the thrill he'd given her when he'd crept into her room late at night, when he'd kissed her. He'd seemed more interested in her neck than other places, which had come as a surprise to her. Of course, he had liked to touch her in certain places, and she hadn't objected at all. He made it all so special, so...tingly. The feeling of heat and fire as he'd caressed her special places was something she'd never forget.
But it was his kisses to her neck that were the best. A sharp pain at first and then...feelings so wonderful she couldn't put them into words. A devastating bliss that seemed to always take her to higher planes...
But how had she known that loving a vampire could be a mistake? She hadn't meant to drink his blood. Had he some how hypnotised her not to know what was going on? All she knew that it was an amazing forbidden pleasure. Something that no one else but her could have. She hadn't known it would change her completely. She sighed sadly, studying the golden ring he'd given her, set with a blue stone, the colour of her eyes.
Damon had been almost wistful when he'd placed it on her finger. She had wondered what was wrong. But he'd been evasive on the subject, and had bent to kiss her so she hadn't objected.
It wasn't until he'd left her when she realised what he was, what had happened to her. She had thought it was a strange place to wake up, inside a tomb. She remembered going to sleep in her big, beautiful bed, with Damon beside her to cuddle up to. But he had been gone, and she had been cold and a strange feeling was gnawing at her insides.
She had gone home, and all the servants had screamed at her. They all looked so frightened. She tried to enter the manor house, only to find she couldn't. And the priest came, and told her she was an unholy monster who needed an invitation to get inside, and to go away because she wasn't going to get one. (He'd been politer than that in his strange biblical way, but that was pretty much the gist of what he'd been telling her.)
She had immediately gone to find Damon. To see him giving her older sister Serephina the wonderful, magic kisses he'd given her. She'd fled. She'd found others of her kind, who'd taught her how to adapt.
She'd even met Damon's nice younger brother Stefan once. At the time, she'd decided she liked him a lot more than Damon. Damon had gone from a romantic, gorgeous dream-guy to an arrogant bastard who'd be sorry if he crossed her path again. Stefan was nice, but he'd been...out of it slightly. He looked like a lost child, as if he were missing something important.
She frowned, thinking of what she'd found in the library that had set off her memories of Damon. She'd seen a book with a blue velvet cover on one of the display stands. It had been just out, as if to pick up and read. So she had. She'd been amazed to read the account of the girl's life, her turmoil with Stefan and Damon. Sensible girl had gone for Stefan. It seemed Stefan had found in the girl, Elena, what he seemed to be missing when Raquelle had first met him. The whole book had been wonderful. But surely that's all it was, a wonderfully written story in a nice display book, written in the style of a diary. Maybe this girl had seen them or heard their names and created the story around them.
It seemed unlikely that Stefan or Damon had ever been in such a small town like this. She closed the front door to the boarding house after stepping inside.
"Lock the door, girl," a cracked old voice called from the landing at the top of the stairs. "We don't want the bad nasties coming in."
Raquelle obediently locked the door. Mrs. Flowers went to her room, and Raquelle went to hers. She collapsed on her bed, without bothering to get undressed. Her eyes closed, and she tried to calm the butterflies starting in her stomach. She told herself it was just nerves from the first day of school tomorrow. And yet, for some reason, she was having trouble believing that.
* * *