**Authors Note:
Hey everyone
So once again I am consuming 1000 calories into my body with an Oreo strawberry milkshake and writing away on my laptop.
I've been really happy with my writing lately and it had been a long time since I had even tried to write something. Even though I don't have like 100000000 reviews, the ones that I have been getting have motivated me to write some more.
And just so you know, when you read and review, I always take the time no matter what to try and read all of your pieces and leave multiple reviews
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So this is my first attempt at a Vampire Diaries fan fic, its pretty short but I want to see what type of response it will get and then depending on that I will maybe write more.
Hope you guys enjoy this one. !!
Xox.
Oh. Ps, The title, i couldnt think of one, so I put the title as a song i was listening to as i was writing it. Try listening to the song while reading it, and tell me what you think, if it goes well with the story.
the song is:
For The Widows/Windows (on every version i have heard of this song its either Widows or Windows) In paradise
and its by Sufjan Stevens.
cheers.!
The name is like a whip. It slashes, it cuts, it burns, it scars. Yet the one name that she can't seem to protrude out of her mind is the one that inexpressibly has found a home within her.
She turns her head to the left, and tugs at the elastic in her hair, letting it graze her bare shoulders.
A wrapping tightness obtrudes her to the bedroom window.
The delicate swing of her legs brings her off the bed and to the fogged window where she stares out with parted, succulent lips.
A hitch in her breath pulses as she looks down at what she sees.
The sight is like a hurt that feels so unbelievably superior and good that you can't heave yourself away, because you will feel as if you will be disloyal to this unexplainable type of feeling.
Our eyes will meet.
The darkness of them imply that he has not fed, and although this is the moment where she should probably run....
I am locked and in the most astoundingly sickening love there can be.
Her finger tips pry the icy window open and as she carefully sticks her head out of the window, and lets her hair dance with the breeze…
I watch intently as he closes his eyes slowly and intakes my scent.
His eyes will open.
A shiver shoots through her in the most deplored way and she clutches her eyes and turns her head in a minimally alarmed sense.
My eyes will pry open.
She looks back to where he was standing.
In the frosted grass lay 2 footprints, but no sign of him.
A rapping nabs her attention from the bedroom counter and—how did she not notice him coming in?
Jet black colours fill my eyes as a black bird stares absorbedly into me.
This is the game of the past couple of months.
She circles to walk towards the door but then there he is, in front her.
Her eyes amplify as if she hasn't encountered this person in her life before and that they are trying to wrong her.
But as I came to learn the hard way, wrong from him to me is not his plan.
The space becomes narrow between as she steps into him and puts her nervy hands on his chest.
The silver zipper that crusts his leather jacket feels like a train track beneath her touch.
A hand is caressing her lower back and with that smile that empowers her, he brings her even closer.
A ramming thought jolts her and it's the realization that thrusts her mind every day.
The name is like a whip. It slashes, it cuts, it burns, it scars.
The name that haunts me daily yet I inevitably love…
Damon….