Story Info
Title: Left to Fate
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: M
Pairing: Damon/OC
Summary: Since 1864, Abigail Madison has never left Damon Salvatore's side. And since 1864, Abigail has been madly in love with Damon. Now in 2009 Mystic Falls—or rather having returned there—Abigail has no idea that her life will be turned upside down and that someday soon her biggest secret will see the light of day.
Spoilers: Season 1+
Disclaimer: If you recognize it (names, dialogue, etc) I don't own it. I do own my OC Abigail Madison and her backstory.
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Chapter Info
Title: Welcome Back to Mystic Falls
Number: 1/?
Warnings: Language, sexual content, angst
Author's Note: Greetings, all! Thanks so much for stopping by my story! I have never written a story for this fandom before, so I'm very excited to move forward with this one. (Note: the story info will only be on this chapter as it will never change, but the chapter info will be on every chapter as it will change.) I hope you all enjoy, comments are love!
-Mystic Falls, Virginia 2009-
-Abigail-
Abigail Madison decided quickly that her first stop wasn't exactly the same as Damon's. It had been a long drive from Chicago down to Mystic Falls and they had barely stopped, only to get gas, and the last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a house with two feuding brothers. She knew why he had to do it, after all if she could see any of her siblings again than she would jump at the chance to be with them and have a relationship with them. But they died back in the sixteenth century and she was in the twenty-first so she got over her own pain. However, Damon had this chance that she didn't and so she would do anything to give it to him, including letting him be alone for a little while. It never sat right with her, not since what happened in the fifties and she lost him for over twenty years, but that was a long time ago and he was a grown man, not to mention a vampire, and he could take care of himself.
"Call me as soon as you want me," she said, rolling down her window as she pulled up outside the old Salvatore Boarding House. It had once housed other occupants up until about 1994, but since then only held Zach Salvatore. The reason for this was never discussed between them; she knew Damon was ashamed, even though he never let himself feel it or even acknowledge it to Abi. That's why she just let it go and focused instead on helping him get back to his usual self, as sociopathic as that could be sometimes. She still loved him, nothing would ever change that, and they both knew it.
Leaning down to her window, he pulled the sunglasses from her hair and earned himself an exasperated glare from the blonde. She snatched them back and placed them back on the top of her head as she stared at the cocky male.
"I'll always want you, Abs," he said playfully and she ignored that flutter in her belly, the jump kick in her pulse. Because she knew that the "want" he spoke of was far different than the "want" she desired.
"Yeah yeah," she grumbled. "Just don't get yourself killed while I'm away, okay? Revenge isn't a good color on me." She huffed.
He snorted. "I've seen it. I think it's a great color."
Abi rolled her eyes. "Go see your brother before you make me weep."
Damon snorted again, gave a fleeting kiss to her forehead, and then turned to waltz to the front door. Abi sighed and pulled away with a short beep and a squeal, heading back towards town.
Even though she had been there before, everything looked so different that she very nearly didn't recognize it. While the center of town was basically in the same place as it had been back in 1864, the buildings were all different, the road was wider, and the houses were now stores and other buildings. She knew from what Damon said that the old founding family houses were just rubble now, including the original Salvatore house, and the woods weren't as expansive as they once were. As such, she managed to swing the car through the right streets to get back into the main part of town to find what she was searching for: The Mystic Grill.
As they had drove through earlier, she had noticed it sitting along the block, and saw that it had a bar inside, which is exactly what she needed. A stiff drink and perhaps scouting out someone who would make a good fling. While she didn't consider herself "easy," she also knew what she needed so she didn't hold them inside and explode. Which, considering she was an almost five hundred year old vampire, could be rather catastrophic. Plus being stuck in a car with Damon for over a day could grate on her, not that she didn't enjoy his company. But seeing him every moment of every day took a toll on the amount of restraint she had and the ability to be around him without breaking down from her emotions. She's had them for so long that she wished she could push them down enough so she didn't even remember having them, but she knew from Katherine the only way she could be compelled was to find Elijah or Klaus and she really didn't want to do that. Plus she's been taking vervain since the sixteenth century, so it's not as if they could even if she wanted them to.
Pulling up to the curb, she quickly checked herself out in the mirror. She rarely wore makeup, but she had on a dab of nude eyeshadow, a hint of mascara, and some lip gloss, which of course Damon had noticed and given her hell for a couple hours ago at their last gas station stop, but she had ignored him as always as she took her turn behind the wheel.
Her blonde hair was straight as always with a slight waviness at the ends of it, and hanging around her shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes were large and luminous with the eye makeup she had on, her lips full with the gloss. Her skin was milky pale, a stark contrast to the black suspender skirt she had on paired with a light grey cutoff tee. She had black booties on her feet, and since they were traveling, she carried a black backpack that had her essentials in it. Around her neck was a black leather choker necklace with a gold heart and that was the only jewelry she had on other than her most prized possession: a rose gold ring with a ruby circled in a multitude of diamonds, the same one Emily gave to her five years before she met Damon, the one that allowed her to walk in the sun without bursting into flame. Like Katherine's necklace, the ring meant something special to her as it had been her mother's, something she took before she left her father's farm in 1555. Katherine had said the necklace had also belonged to her mother, one she was given before she was kicked out of Bulgaria in 1490.
In her bag was the case for her sunglasses and she carefully set them inside, checked her makeup one last time and fixed her boobs, before stepping from the car and making sure it was locked. She was pretty sure Damon loved the thing more than he loved her; a 1969 Camaro he "acquired" right off the Chevrolet lot. If something happened to it, she was pretty sure he'd take her ring and toss her outside at high noon. Well, not really, but he wouldn't speak to her for a decade and that would be incredibly boring. She grabbed her cropped leather jacket from the back seat, one Damon picked up for her in 1985, and zipped it over herself before heading inside, her boots clicking on the pavement.
It was incredibly late and she knew the bar would be closing soon, but she had to get a few drinks in before she headed to their motel for the night and binged on CSI and popcorn while laying around in her pajamas. She had done that one too many times and since Damon would probably be gone with Stefan for the night—at least that's what she hoped—then she figured she could get away with it.
While Abi was a bit quiet and some could even say shy, she wasn't naive or unobservant. It comes with the territory after almost five hundred years of vampirism, so when eyes turned in her direction, she knew it and resisted the urge to smirk. Of course she took inventory of the place: the front the only noticeable exit, the kitchen door behind the bar that was filled with various kinds of booze, the bathrooms to the back with hopefully a window for a "just in case" situation, pool tables to the left of the bar as you look at it, and many tables around the joint that were semi-filled with late night drinkers. On first glance none of them seemed her type —Who are you kidding? You have a type, but only one man fits it and he's with his brother, she thought bitterly—so she sat at the bar with her back to them, though she kept her hightened senses alert just in case.
As the bartender looked at her, his face fell into a smooth smirk and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Well, you're new here," he said.
Thank you, Captain Obvious, she snarked in her mind, but outwardly gave him her charming smile.
"Good call," she said with a light tinkle of a laugh. Head tilting some, she caught his eye and popped on the charm no human could replicate or resist as it was that of a vampire compelling someone. "I'll be here for awhile. All my drinks are on the house. You saw my ID and saw that I'm twenty-one. You'll keep them coming all night." The bartender blinked, nodded, and then repeated her words back. She relaxed a little then and nodded, satisfied. "Good. I'll have bourbon, best one you've got." The bartender blinked again and shambled off to get her drink, which he left in front of her a few moments later.
At least this town can hold it's own with liquor, she thought as she sipped the smooth Amber liquid down her throat and then gestured for another one.
"I haven't seen you around here before." The deep voice came from behind her and she had to resist another eye roll.
Do men in this town read the same shitty pickup line handbook? Slowly she turned to look over her shoulder, smiling politely at the man behind her. He was tall, around six foot two, with black hair and brown eyes. He looked a bit older than her and definitely not someone she could see herself with. But she turned, leaning her elbows back on the bar, and grinned up at him shyly which clearly gave him an ego boost as he leaned against the barstool next to her.
"Well, you're quite right. I just moved to town. I'm Abi."
"Will Tanner."
She held out her hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Will." He took her hand and squeezed a little, probably to show his strength and that he was worthy, but she had strength he couldn't imagine. She settled for a giggle and gestured to the bartender for another drink. "One for my new friend, Will, too."
Will grinned and sat down finally, setting his empty glass down. He winced as he tasted the bourbon, apparently not used to the heavier stuff. She smelled vodka on him a moment later and resisted a laugh. If that's what he drinks, no wonder he can't handle the bourbon.
The conversation went on for another hour before she was dragging him to the ladies' room, hopping up on the counter as she kissed him fiercely. Part of her was disgusted, but she figured that was her sixteenth century upbringing. Clearly this man wasn't her husband and she had no intentions on marrying him. And he one hundred percent was not her type. But maybe that's just what she needed, a good shag that would lead to nothing with a man who was nothing like Damon. Nothing else seemed to work over the century and a half since she first met him, nothing got her over him and out of his clutches, so perhaps shagging a bunch of men that were nothing like him—in looks or personality—would allow her to move on. Yeah right, she scoffed even as she allowed him to pull her down, turn her around, and fuck her from behind.
With his arm on the counter, she was able to see the pulse in his wrist and her mouth began to water. She hadn't eaten since Kentucky the day before and was a bit peckish. Pulling his wrist up, she trailed her lips down from the inside of his elbow to his wrist, humming and feeling as her fangs grew in her mouth. With a hum she sunk her teeth in, moaning as the surge of blood filled her mouth, and heard him yelp, though he kept fucking her.
Pulling back for a moment, she caught his eye and saw the panic just for a moment before her compulsion caught on. "You're going to continue what you're doing and forget you saw this." He blinked and she turned away, and he kept fucking her just like she wanted. She took some more delicious tugs from his veins before pushing his wrist away and feeling her end swallow her.
They didn't exchange numbers just like she didn't want to, and he left soon after, smirking and stumbling as they left the bathroom one after the other and Abi gestured for more bourbon.
It continued like that until well past closing time and everyone else left, but the human bartender had to listen to her compulsion and keep the drinks coming as long as she wanted them. Finally around four AM, she decided that she was tipsy enough that she shouldn't drink anymore as she still had to drive to the motel. It took a lot to get vampires drunk, so after having almost a whole bottle to herself, she still wasn't gone enough that it would inhibit her driving. She got a full bottle from the bartender and compelled him to forget she was there before making her way back to Damon's car and heading in the direction of the motel using the memory of the directions Damon had told her.
Their room was empty and clean and she wasted no time in doing just what she set out to do. She changed from her travel/bar clothes into a white cotton tee with Morning written on it, plain gray cotton pajama shorts, a plain black hoodie, and some pink and gray slipper boots. She grabbed a glass from the bathroom for her bourbon before tugging away the covers of one bed and slipping inside. She easily found the Ion channel playing reruns from season two of the original CSI and managed to call and get herself some popcorn delivered. It was approaching dawn, but she neither moved nor cared as another episode came on and then another.
She barely realized what was happening until the door clicked and opened, making her groan as early morning sunlight flooded the room, causing her to shield her eyes.
Glancing up, she wasn't surprised to see her best friend standing there, but that didn't stop her heart from pounding inside her chest as of the one-night shag in the bathroom at the Grill didn't ever happen. Clearly one man wouldn't take care of it, not that she was expecting it to considering how long she loved him, but if anything she felt like she loved him even more. Because she felt guilty, as if she betrayed him and cheated on him, which was stupid considering how many women he's slept with. He wouldn't care what—or who—she did. But she still found herself avoiding his eyes as she sat up from her slouched position and brushed stray bits of popcorn off herself.
"I take it things didn't go well," she said, raising an eyebrow as she peaked up at him. He didn't seem scuffed up or anything, but he was there which meant they fought or Stefan kicked him out. Either of them made Abi a bit sad; Damon would never admit it, even to her, but she knew the man missed his brother. He played like he had no humanity left, probably even believed it himself, but if that were true, she wouldn't be there as he would've left her a long time ago.
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-Los Angeles, California 1998-
Abi hated worrying so much, like the nagging girlfriend left at home while Damon went off to find fresher, younger, hotter women than herself, but it's how they worked. Damon was cold and distant and calculating, carefree and extremely selfish, while Abi was caring and clingy and a worried mess. That never stopped him, though she never asked him to. She never would because Damon was Damon, she knew that from the start, and she loved him no matter what he did. Through thick and thin, through the best and worst, for all of eternity. That's what she told him when she had decided to stay and he question if she meant it. Back then he was kinder and more open to his emotions, the years hardened him, but no matter what, it was still true.
However, she wasn't sure he wanted that anymore. She used to go with him, but these days Law and Order in bed seemed to be her source of entertainment as he prowled around the city looking for a snack and a good fuck. She had been thinking it a lot lately, even going so far as to pack up most of her stuff and store it in the closet, just in case he decided that he wanted her gone. He was her best friend and she would give him anything he wanted, even if that meant he wanted her absence, though that didn't mean she would give up without a fight.
Three AM is what brought Damon back, smelling like cheap booze and fake Chanel perfume. As always she resisted the urge to tear up, but she couldn't look at him even as she caught him from falling over the already rickety coffee table.
"Drink a liquor store, did you?" Abi asked with a sigh as she tugged Damon for his bedroom. He snorted and shook his head, raven hair brushing her chest and making her entire body flush with warmth. For once, she was glad he was drunk out of his mind so he didn't notice her reaction.
"Close. Half of it. Me and Sheila."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised she's not with you."
"Got off at her place. Couldn't come back. You're here." The tone was accusing and she winced as she dumped him on his bed. She stood before him, bare feet wearing a bald patch on the carpet as she dug her toe into it and refused to meet his gaze.
Sighing, she nodded and bit her lip. "Maybe it's time I shouldn't be, then, yeah?" For a moment he looked like he didn't understand what she was saying and then sat up with a start, bright blue eyes wide with emotions that Abi couldn't read as she hadn't seen them on him in a very long time. A century, probably. "I mean... Sheila isn't the first one you couldn't bring here because I'm here." She paused. "Though, I don't mind if you do, you know. It's your house, too." That hurt to say because the last thing she wanted was to hear the man she loved having sex with another woman, but she refused to acknowledge that just like always. "But clearly you don't want to. And you're not a new vampire anymore, Damon. You don't need my help anymore." Another pause. "You don't need me. You can survive. So maybe... Maybe I should let you. You'll have more freedom. You don't need me nagging you." She shook her head, blonde ponytail bobbing against her back. "But you sleep now, okay? We'll probably have to discuss this again in the morning. You're too drunk, you won't remember this." She chuckled half-heartedly and gently pushed him back down even as he fought her, but she was stronger, especially in his inebriated state. She tugged the blankets over him, tugged off his boots, ignored his mumbles, and shut off the light before turning to leave.
"No!" The loud, almost broken word had her stopping and spinning with confusion and fear. He was struggling from his blankets and she quickly went over to help him. "No, Abs, you're not leaving. Please, please don't leave me. You're my best friend. You're the reason I'm still alive. You can't leave. I don't care about Sheila or any of them. I care about you. I love you." If only you loved me enough, she thought sadly. "Don't leave me. Not you. You can't. I lost you for two decades. I can't do it again."
She let out a shaky breath and sat on the edge of his bed, meeting his panicked eyes. "Damon, let's talk in the morning, okay? You're drunk."
"I don't care! Promise me, Abi. I'm not letting you leave me."
Tears pooled in her eyes and finally she nodded, leaning forward so her forehead pressed against his, closing her eyes as she swallowed thickly and rivulets of salty water fell in twin rapids down her cheeks. "I promise. I promise I won't leave."
Damon let out a breath, his large hand resting on the back of her neck. "Good. Don't do that to me again. I'll never let you leave me."
Abi gave him a shaky smile and silently nodded, unable to speak.
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-Mystic Falls, Virginia 2009-
"About as well as could be expected. Ya know, brotherly chat, being thrown from a window, the usual."
"What?!" she demanded in a squeak, jumping up and rushing to him, fingers quickly patting over his body. She circled him a couple times just to make sure and even when she was, she kept going just in case. "Are you okay?! What happened?!"
"Chill, Abs, geez." He grabbed her hands to stop her and she looked up at him, eyes troubled. "I'm fine. Takes more than being thrown from a window to hurt me. Besides, you know I'm stronger than him. He's still insisting on drinking animal blood." She didn't look convinced and he groaned. "Seriously, I'm fine. If you need to check someone out, go see Stefan."
"He's not my best friend, you are," she grumbled. I'm not in love with him, I'm in love with you. She frowned as she watched him pass her and start shoving her discarded clothes back in her suitcase. "What the hell are you doing? We just got here. Don't give up now. He's your brother. One bad day isn't going to fix a hundred and fifty years of messes."
"I'm not here to reconcile, I'm here to make his life miserable. In case you don't remember, I'm a vampire because of him." Abi rolled her eyes.
"He didn't bite you."
"No, but I was ready to die." She winced. "He made me drink."
Abi sighed, not pointing out that she tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen. She knew it wouldn't matter. He's had this vendetta against Stefan for a long time, and none of her words had ever changed it, so it's not as if they would start now.
"Fine, Damon. So what are you doing? I already paid."
"Sorry, but we're staying elsewhere from now on." He picked up her suitcase.
"Where?" she asked, crossing she arms over her chest, not seeing the way his eyes flickered down as her movements made her breasts push up.
"The boarding house. Now c'mon, we already have rooms and everything. And you have your own bathroom."
"Nuh uh, we'll do it later. It's like seven AM and I'm exhausted."
He rolled his eyes before fixing her with a stare and then pointedly looking from her to the popcorn crumbs on the ground to the TV still quietly playing CSI. "I wonder why," he snarked with a sarcastic smirk.
"Bite me, Salvatore."
"Been there, done that."
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Damon, I promise I'll come over after I sleep."
But he was already shaking his head. "It's so much more comfortable—and cleaner—there. Plus, you know I'd never let you stay somewhere else without me. It's not safe." Her heart skipped a beat, body warming as he showed his protectiveness. She knew he had it, ever since 1977 when she got him back, it was stifling. But she didn't blame him, because it was the same for her. Sleeping was vulnerable for anyone, especially a vampire, and he's told her numerous times he didn't like her being away from him for too long while she's sleeping on the off chance someone tried to hurt her. It was the knowledge, the feeling of being important to such a wonderful man, and knowing Damon would win no matter what, that she stopped arguing.
She groaned. "Fine," she huffed, slouching as she moved to exchange her slippers for her sandals. She shoved the slippers in her bag and pouted at him. "But if you wake me up, so help me god, I'll snap your neck so hard it'll never go back to normal."
Damon smirked wider. "I love it when you're grouchy. You're so fun." He clicked off the TV and turned to ignore the wrath on her face as she followed him out to the car, handing over his keys after he had dumped her bag back in the trunk—three other suitcases were hers while the single medium-sized duffle in the back seat was his—and slouching in the passenger seat next to him, sunglasses over her eyes as she napped against the window.
It felt like barely a minute later they were at the boarding house again and she yawned as she climbed out, leaning against the car for a moment and deciding she would get her bags when she was more rested. She hoped that Damon was true to his word because if he want, she would make good on her promise of breaking his neck. And she would enjoy it.
"C'mon, I'll show you your room." He put a hand on the small of her back and as usual, goosebumps formed on her skin, which she dutifully ignored as she allowed him to show her inside. Her lips parted in shock a little as she looked around, eyeing the grandness of the house. Large, two story ceilings. Brown and red furniture. Giant fireplace. Long hallways. She was excited to see the rest of the house, learn what she could from these walls. It had been a long time since she saw something so big and luxurious, not since she had last been in Mystic Falls and stayed with the Salvatores, as she and Damon mostly stayed in one bedroom apartments over the years.
She heard a chuckle and looked over, seeing Damon's smirk as he watched her. Apparently she was bad at hiding her appreciation so she gave him a grin back.
"I like it," she said simply, causing him to snort. He led her up the stairway, or he was going to, when the sound of his name paused them both on the bottom landing. They turned and Abi knew it was Stefan before she even saw him. Of course he hadn't changed much, although last time she saw him he was rocking the ever popular grunge look of the early nineties and now he had on a simple long-sleeved navy blue shirt and dark jeans. Abi smiled and pulled her glasses off, placing them back on the top of her head as she stepped forward to hug him, whether he liked it or not.
"Hi, Stefan," she said kindly as she pulled back, eyes flickering over his face. "It's good to see you."
"Wish I could say the same," he said, eyes gesturing to Damon.
Abi rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll keep cranky pants in line." She grinned as Damon started to protest. "Thanks for letting us stay."
"It wasn't really a choice, but you are welcome." The way he said it made it clear what his stance on Damon being there was, but Abi simply nodded and turned to tug Damon up the stairs with her. At the top, she tutted, frowning up at the taller man.
"You didn't even ask him?" she asked, her voice a quietly hissed demand. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Door says Salvatore Boarding House, doesn't it? Last time I checked, that means me."
Abi scoffed as he took the lead and showed her down the hallway, made up of the same brown and red furniture and dark wood fixtures as downstairs. She made a mental note to check out more of the house once she woke up and had time to get some coffee in her to de-grumpify herself.
The room Damon showed her was at the end of the hallway in what he said was the west wing. Her mouth popped open again at the large ceilings, big king sized bed, walk-in closet, and en suite bathroom. She definitely would appreciate that in the morning—making a mental note to find an electronics store for a TV to watch her CSI and Law and Order—before she kicked off her sandals.
"As much as I love you and this room, if you don't leave, I assume that means you accept my next assassination attempt and won't hold it against me if I break your neck."
"You're feisty when you're tired."
"You say that like you're surprised."
He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her forehead. "You always surprise me, Abs. Night, we'll talk later." She grinned and gave him a playful shove out the door.
Luckily the bed was made, unsure if he did that before he came to get her or it was always like that, but it looked as if he was right. It felt like a cloud compared to where she's been sleeping since 1555, she could tell that by putting just a hand on it. Shrugging off her hoodie next to her sandals, she climbed in and grinned as she sunk into the mattress and large comforter. Even though the window was pouring in sunlight, the moment she got comfortable, she was out like a light, her mind full of dreams that Damon was sharing this splendid room with her instead of staying down the hall, loving her the same way she loved him.
Author's Note: The outfits Abi is wearing in each chapter will be posted my Polyvore account! Just go to polyvore [d o t] com and search members for alysalvatore (that's me!) and you should see them all there. Thanks again for reading!
