***If you've already seen the first episode of TVD, skip this chapter. No joke. It's just leading up to the part when Elena bumps into Stefan. However, there are a few 'original' parts in here if you care to read them.***
Margaret is Elena's younger sister in the books. Jeremy isn't even a character. Also, in the books, a vampire's strength is based on how much human blood they drink. A strong vampire (such as Damon) who feeds on a lot of people can shape shift into up to two animals. Stephan (on his "bunny" diet) is unable to turn into animals and is much, much weaker than Damon. Sometimes Stephan's compulsion won't work quite right.
I hope this helps all you people who didn't read those crappy books! (I just wanted to add the shape-shifting and Damon being stronger than Stephan). If you have any questions feel free to ask.
(None of these characters are mine)
Dear Diary,
Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, "I'm fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl that lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.
I wake up from a restless sleep, dreaming there was some way to get out of school. This will be easy, I assure myself. Just one foot in front of the other. I stare blankly up at the ceiling, watching my fan go round and round. I've been dreading today for weeks now. The solitude of summer vacation has made it easier for me to cope with my parent's death. Without the luxury of solitude, I don't know how I'll feel. I need so much more time. I look around my room until my eyes find the the calendar. I wish I could change the date. I haven't had to face my parents death since the funeral. I never should have gone to that stupid party. My parents never would've had to drive me home and the crash never would have happened. Their death is all my fault.
Jeremy and Margaret and I were all forced to move into our extremely childish aunt Jenna's house. I hate it here. Sometimes I like to imagine that my parents are downstairs, my dad getting ready for work as my mom is making blueberry pancakes, my favorite. However, nothing has been a bigger setback than Jeremy. My barely 16-year-old brother is in a depression spiral, every chance he gets he's stoned, high, or on drugs. And Margaret, she's only six, she doesn't deserve to grow up like this. What am I going to tell her if Jeremy dies of an overdose?
Poor Margaret hasn't spoken since the crash, she was at home with Jeremy when it occurred, but nothing could fade the memory of the agonizing look on Margaret's face when Jenna told her mom and dad weren't coming home. Maggy (as I usually call her) hasn't been the same since.
"Elena, Jeremy, breakfast is done!" Oh no. Jenna is the worst cook. I contemplate on whether I should lock myself in my room all day and forget the rest of the world, or deal with the inevitable. After taking a second to think, I decided that getting my butt whooped by one of Jenna's burnt pancakes isn't the best way to start the morning. It would also be best not to miss out on my first day as a sophomore. I walk into my bathroom and get ready for school. I pay special attention to my ravaged hair. One swift look in the mirror convinces me to get my straightening iron out. God, I look like crap.
Once not a single hair is out of place, I drag my feet down the stairs, carefully trying not to get splinters from the cruddy smell of maple syrup and charcoal assaults my nose. However, the real horror doesn't begin until I make it to our kitchen, with its peeling green paint, broken cupboards, and dirty dishes desperate to be cleaned. Both aunt Jenna and Margaret sit waiting at the bar, there's no sign of Jeremy.
"Elena, could you do me a favor and run upstairs to get Jeremy?" Jenna asks, she's a mess. Her hair is loosely pulled into a bun. The dark circles under her eyes tell me she didn't get a lick of sleep last night. That, and the fact that her eyes were so bloodshot they appeared to be bleeding. The hair that's not tucked away in her bun is knotted and curly, like a bird had made a nest in it. Of course, I don't comment on any of those things as I make my way back upstairs. Jeremy's room is just across the hallway from mine. I raise my fist, about to pound it against his door, out of the corner of my eye I see a crumpled, torn out, notebook page loosely taped to the handle.
Sorry lena'. Woke up early and took the car to school. I couldn't stand eating whatever Jenna planned for breakfast.
Can I believe what I just read? As if going to school wasn't bad enough, now I have to walk? The school's only a mile away, but still... Come on Jeremy! I was going to use the drive to school to calm myself down, and prepare myself for the rest of the day. I groan as I crumble the paper in my hands and listen to the satisfying *plunk* as it hits the bottom of the trash can. He'll be in for it when he gets home. My flawless, brown hair bounces up and down as I descended the stairs, school starts in 15 minutes. If I run, maybe I can make it. I silently thank myself for committing to cheerleading all those years.
I rush out the door with nothing but a sweatshirt, skinny jeans on and a handful of dried cereal as my breakfast. Just as I'm stepping out the front doorway I yell hurriedly back at Jenna,
"Jeremy-took-the-car-gotta-go." I slam the door before Jenna can ask me if I want some breakfast to-go. I love Jenna, but her food can make a grown man cry.
I sprint as fast as I can down my road, not caring how foolish I look. I can hear the faint caw of a crow in the distance, but other than that, nature is rather silent today. How strange.
About half-way to school, I hear the purr of an engine off in the distance, somewhere far behind me. Maybe Jeremy feels bad about leaving me without a car. Just as I turn around to get into Jeremy's car, a shiny, black Porsche pulls up beside me. Okay, this is not the ugly, rusty, old, mustard colored, hunk of a junk I expected. The Porsche's passenger side window rolls down, revealing an incredibly handsome face, accompanied by a dazzling pair of the purest blue eyes I've ever seen, as well as a cocky grin. I couldn't help but stare. He's wearing a leather jacket over a black, tight-fit shirt, showing off his unbelievably defined chest. He has to be the best-looking man I've ever seen. My breath is taken away just by the sight of him.
In this state, all I'm able to get out is,
"C-can I help you?" My voice cracks midway through that sentence. I sound like an idiot. I remind myself not to stare at him. I don't want to grow the humongous ego this man was sure to have. This man with sexy, wind blown, dark brown hair appears to be in his very early twenties. He gives me a dazzling 20 watt smile and says,
"I was actually hoping I could help you, need a lift?" I carefully think over my response. This guy may be ridiculously hot, but what if he's a murderer? It's not exactly common for somebody to drive up to a stranger and offer a ride. Of course, my body is trying to betray me. It's telling me to ignore all the red flags and jump right into the car with him. As the man gazes intently into my eyes, to my complete surprise, the words,
"No thank you" slip from my mouth and I jog the rest of the way to school. Not bothering to watch his response.
Once I arrive at school, I walk through the empty school halls while thinking of that man. However, from the point I open my locker, I push him to the back of my mind. I don't want any distractions while I'm at school. I'm excited to have made it to my locker without having to tell anybody I've been "doing fine" after my parent's death. That is the sake lame lie I use every time somebody asks me how I am. Maybe being late to school wouldn't be such a bad thing. Since all the student are in their classes, there's not even a chance of talking about my parents through first period. The only downside will be getting a tarde by my math teacher.
Luckily, as the day goes on, I didn't have any of my friends sitting next to me in my first, second, or third periods. Thank god I haven't seen Caroline yet.
Just as I'm stepping out of third period history with Mr. Saltzman, Jeremy passes me in the hallway, heading to the bathroom. As he walks by, I practically drown in the smell of smoke coming off him. I look directly into his dilated pupils as he passes. The kid couldn't go one day without getting stoned... Should I follow him into the boy's bathroom? Well, considering what he pulled on me this morning... Of course I'm going to follow him! It wasn't my most thought-out plan.
After giving Jeremy a full lecture on how drugs and cigarettes aren't the way to deal with grief, I rush out of the boys bathroom, only to bump into a stranger going the opposite way as me. All the binders in my hands scatter across the floor.
"I'm so sorry," I mumble while looking towards the floor, embarrassed to make eye contact after running into this person while exiting the BOYS bathroom. The answering voice sounds quite amused.
"It's fine. Although, if I may ask, why were you in the boy's bathroom?" I look up for the first time and gasp. This boy is nearly as attractive as the mysterious car guy. Something deep inside my mind shifts. Have I seen this guy before?
After an awkward pause I tell him,
"Um... It's a long story."
The boy smiles. Seeming to accept that vague answer.
"My name's Stefan Salvatore"
I politely smile back and say,
"Nice to meet you Stefan Salvatore, I'm Elena Gilbert."
Margaret is Elena's younger sister in the books. Jeremy isn't even a character. Also, in the books, a vampire's strength is based on how much human blood they drink. A strong vampire (such as Damon) who feeds on a lot of people can shape shift into up to two animals. Stephan (on his "bunny" diet) is unable to turn into animals and is much, much weaker than Damon. Sometimes Stephan's compulsion won't work quite right.
I hope this helps all you people who didn't read those crappy books! (I just wanted to add the shape-shifting and Damon being stronger than Stephan). If you have any questions feel free to ask.
(None of these characters are mine)
Dear Diary,
Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, "I'm fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl that lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.
I wake up from a restless sleep, dreaming there was some way to get out of school. This will be easy, I assure myself. Just one foot in front of the other. I stare blankly up at the ceiling, watching my fan go round and round. I've been dreading today for weeks now. The solitude of summer vacation has made it easier for me to cope with my parent's death. Without the luxury of solitude, I don't know how I'll feel. I need so much more time. I look around my room until my eyes find the the calendar. I wish I could change the date. I haven't had to face my parents death since the funeral. I never should have gone to that stupid party. My parents never would've had to drive me home and the crash never would have happened. Their death is all my fault.
Jeremy and Margaret and I were all forced to move into our extremely childish aunt Jenna's house. I hate it here. Sometimes I like to imagine that my parents are downstairs, my dad getting ready for work as my mom is making blueberry pancakes, my favorite. However, nothing has been a bigger setback than Jeremy. My barely 16-year-old brother is in a depression spiral, every chance he gets he's stoned, high, or on drugs. And Margaret, she's only six, she doesn't deserve to grow up like this. What am I going to tell her if Jeremy dies of an overdose?
Poor Margaret hasn't spoken since the crash, she was at home with Jeremy when it occurred, but nothing could fade the memory of the agonizing look on Margaret's face when Jenna told her mom and dad weren't coming home. Maggy (as I usually call her) hasn't been the same since.
"Elena, Jeremy, breakfast is done!" Oh no. Jenna is the worst cook. I contemplate on whether I should lock myself in my room all day and forget the rest of the world, or deal with the inevitable. After taking a second to think, I decided that getting my butt whooped by one of Jenna's burnt pancakes isn't the best way to start the morning. It would also be best not to miss out on my first day as a sophomore. I walk into my bathroom and get ready for school. I pay special attention to my ravaged hair. One swift look in the mirror convinces me to get my straightening iron out. God, I look like crap.
Once not a single hair is out of place, I drag my feet down the stairs, carefully trying not to get splinters from the cruddy smell of maple syrup and charcoal assaults my nose. However, the real horror doesn't begin until I make it to our kitchen, with its peeling green paint, broken cupboards, and dirty dishes desperate to be cleaned. Both aunt Jenna and Margaret sit waiting at the bar, there's no sign of Jeremy.
"Elena, could you do me a favor and run upstairs to get Jeremy?" Jenna asks, she's a mess. Her hair is loosely pulled into a bun. The dark circles under her eyes tell me she didn't get a lick of sleep last night. That, and the fact that her eyes were so bloodshot they appeared to be bleeding. The hair that's not tucked away in her bun is knotted and curly, like a bird had made a nest in it. Of course, I don't comment on any of those things as I make my way back upstairs. Jeremy's room is just across the hallway from mine. I raise my fist, about to pound it against his door, out of the corner of my eye I see a crumpled, torn out, notebook page loosely taped to the handle.
Sorry lena'. Woke up early and took the car to school. I couldn't stand eating whatever Jenna planned for breakfast.
Can I believe what I just read? As if going to school wasn't bad enough, now I have to walk? The school's only a mile away, but still... Come on Jeremy! I was going to use the drive to school to calm myself down, and prepare myself for the rest of the day. I groan as I crumble the paper in my hands and listen to the satisfying *plunk* as it hits the bottom of the trash can. He'll be in for it when he gets home. My flawless, brown hair bounces up and down as I descended the stairs, school starts in 15 minutes. If I run, maybe I can make it. I silently thank myself for committing to cheerleading all those years.
I rush out the door with nothing but a sweatshirt, skinny jeans on and a handful of dried cereal as my breakfast. Just as I'm stepping out the front doorway I yell hurriedly back at Jenna,
"Jeremy-took-the-car-gotta-go." I slam the door before Jenna can ask me if I want some breakfast to-go. I love Jenna, but her food can make a grown man cry.
I sprint as fast as I can down my road, not caring how foolish I look. I can hear the faint caw of a crow in the distance, but other than that, nature is rather silent today. How strange.
About half-way to school, I hear the purr of an engine off in the distance, somewhere far behind me. Maybe Jeremy feels bad about leaving me without a car. Just as I turn around to get into Jeremy's car, a shiny, black Porsche pulls up beside me. Okay, this is not the ugly, rusty, old, mustard colored, hunk of a junk I expected. The Porsche's passenger side window rolls down, revealing an incredibly handsome face, accompanied by a dazzling pair of the purest blue eyes I've ever seen, as well as a cocky grin. I couldn't help but stare. He's wearing a leather jacket over a black, tight-fit shirt, showing off his unbelievably defined chest. He has to be the best-looking man I've ever seen. My breath is taken away just by the sight of him.
In this state, all I'm able to get out is,
"C-can I help you?" My voice cracks midway through that sentence. I sound like an idiot. I remind myself not to stare at him. I don't want to grow the humongous ego this man was sure to have. This man with sexy, wind blown, dark brown hair appears to be in his very early twenties. He gives me a dazzling 20 watt smile and says,
"I was actually hoping I could help you, need a lift?" I carefully think over my response. This guy may be ridiculously hot, but what if he's a murderer? It's not exactly common for somebody to drive up to a stranger and offer a ride. Of course, my body is trying to betray me. It's telling me to ignore all the red flags and jump right into the car with him. As the man gazes intently into my eyes, to my complete surprise, the words,
"No thank you" slip from my mouth and I jog the rest of the way to school. Not bothering to watch his response.
Once I arrive at school, I walk through the empty school halls while thinking of that man. However, from the point I open my locker, I push him to the back of my mind. I don't want any distractions while I'm at school. I'm excited to have made it to my locker without having to tell anybody I've been "doing fine" after my parent's death. That is the sake lame lie I use every time somebody asks me how I am. Maybe being late to school wouldn't be such a bad thing. Since all the student are in their classes, there's not even a chance of talking about my parents through first period. The only downside will be getting a tarde by my math teacher.
Luckily, as the day goes on, I didn't have any of my friends sitting next to me in my first, second, or third periods. Thank god I haven't seen Caroline yet.
Just as I'm stepping out of third period history with Mr. Saltzman, Jeremy passes me in the hallway, heading to the bathroom. As he walks by, I practically drown in the smell of smoke coming off him. I look directly into his dilated pupils as he passes. The kid couldn't go one day without getting stoned... Should I follow him into the boy's bathroom? Well, considering what he pulled on me this morning... Of course I'm going to follow him! It wasn't my most thought-out plan.
After giving Jeremy a full lecture on how drugs and cigarettes aren't the way to deal with grief, I rush out of the boys bathroom, only to bump into a stranger going the opposite way as me. All the binders in my hands scatter across the floor.
"I'm so sorry," I mumble while looking towards the floor, embarrassed to make eye contact after running into this person while exiting the BOYS bathroom. The answering voice sounds quite amused.
"It's fine. Although, if I may ask, why were you in the boy's bathroom?" I look up for the first time and gasp. This boy is nearly as attractive as the mysterious car guy. Something deep inside my mind shifts. Have I seen this guy before?
After an awkward pause I tell him,
"Um... It's a long story."
The boy smiles. Seeming to accept that vague answer.
"My name's Stefan Salvatore"
I politely smile back and say,
"Nice to meet you Stefan Salvatore, I'm Elena Gilbert."