Prologue- January First: A Delena fanfic
Summary: While most girls her age judged boys on their looks and personality, she judged them on their expiration date. Nice. Elena Gilbert can see the exact date and time of a person's death- what happens when she falls in love with someone who's death is much sooner than later?
Ships included: Delena (duh), Klaroline and more!
Rating: M (just because I'm not sure how intense it'll get ;)
I totally own the vampire diaries guys what are you talking about. (Jkjk)
Prologue:
Elena Gilbert never liked being nosy, she actually hated it. She didn't like being curious, and yet she was the most curious girl in Mystic Falls. She had this way of looking at people- some thought it creepy, while others stared back at her with similar intensity, trying to figure out how she found such interest in a stranger. Of course, no one knew her actual reason for practically ripping someone open with a single gaze. She was looking at their numbers.
Everyone except her had one, there was always a number. Mostly they were really big- in the thousands. But the ones that were smaller were the ones she was drawn to.
Until recently, she hadn't known what they meant, she would glance at her mom and see the number flash in her mind. Every day, the number would get smaller. 92, 91, 90. She had anticipated that day- when the countdown reached zero, to find out what would happen. She had her suspicions but she would push them away. The moment the car had skidded and drove straight off Wickery Bridge- Elena knew.
The numbers. Days left alive. Days until you expire.
Now when she saw the numbers, she'd feel nauseous and look away. She could see when someone would die- when they'd leave. The thought made her sick to her stomach. She'd cry when she got home.
She never got close to people anymore- she couldn't look at someone without feeling heavy and guilty. Of course she had her group of friends- whose numbers were pleasantly high, and her family- who's life expectancy was much higher than her mother's.
Her dream of being a doctor faded- seeing low numbers in a place where hope was needed to keep your sanity intact wasn't the best job idea. Her father would question her on her reasons for this retraction of her lifelong obsession but coined it in on the "she lost her mother and isn't thinking straight" excuse, though it was much more. Her father didn't know, no one did. She never told anyone and never planned on it. She'd never get attached, not to a person anyway. She'd never fall in love.
While most girls her age judged boys on their looks and personality, she judged them on their expiration date. Nice.
AN: ok that was the prologue so it was short. I promise really long chapters to come. Honestly.
I got the idea for this from the book NUMBERS. Though I won't be using anything other than the concept in it. Woo. Please review- I love hearing what people think about my stories. Sadly I discontinued my Homestuck fic- so sorry if you were into that- it kinda died on me. Though I hopefully won't do it to this fic. I'll thank everyone in advance for reading this since I'm feeling it'll be a long road for this fic.
If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism then feel free to review and/or PM me.
Thanks again for reading!
