Alright, so I was watching The Vampire Diaries premiere the other night, and afterwards I browsed some Jori gifs on Tumblr, and then it hit me: holy crap, Damon so could be related to Jade, and the personalities of these two? Like one person in two different bodies. Add to the mix the fact that Victoria Justice aka Tori Vega and Nna Dobrev aka Elena Gilbert are, like, real-life doppelgangers, and viola – you have yourself a nice AU story.
I am posting it in the Victorious archive, because the story focuses mainly on Jori, and those of you who haven't seen Vampire Diaries can simply treat new characters as OCs.
For those who have, a bit of information: Jade is a part of Original family. Please review, I want to know what you guys think!
What is the exact definition of a family?
Your standard white picket fence, mother gently waking you up in the morning, father humming at breakfast with a newspaper, older brother ruffling your wild hair, younger sister snickering in her glass of orange juice.
An empty room and emptier promises of stopping it tomorrow as a man who is considered your father shoves your mother against the wall, her eyes pleading with you to run in your room, broken sobs in your chest, broken scars on her body.
Your dad getting you and your brother up for school, his eyes cold, his words biting, his heart never the same since your mom breathed her last words of love to him in an emergency room five years ago.
A kindergarten teacher asks little kids to say words associated with the word "family", and she clucks disapprovingly when she hears anything that isn't "warmth" or "love" or "kindness" , because even though she herself comes back to her empty apartment and a hating mother who doesn't return her calls, she knows that family is supposed to be like all these words.
And I'm supposed to be dead for over a thousand years now. But things are never the way it's supposed to be.
I've seen so much during my un-life, and never was I able to witness a family being the way it's supposed to be.
I wish I didn't remember my family, but it's not something you ever forget, especially if it's as fucked up as mine.
Because no matter how dysfunctional families can get in this century, nothing ever will be as wild as a father turning his children into monsters, stripping any innocence they had left the moment he forced a young girl's blood down their throats.
And no matter how fucked up the relationships in some families are, I seriously doubt anyone stood in the woods at midnight, watching their grand-grand-grand-grand-a-lot-of-grandson bury ten or so corpses, muttering under his breath.
"You know, if I wanted my granny watching over me, I could've just brought a family portrait to set it up on a stone or something."
Sometimes I wonder why I put up with his sarcastic ass, and then I forcefully have to remind myself that he, along with his brother, is the only family I have left.
He got up from the ground and dusted his clothes off; a look of annoyance clear in his crystal ice-blue eyes. As he looked up at me, I was taken aback for the thousandth time by how much his eyes were like mine.
Like mine and my mother's.
"Are you pulling a Stefan on me now?"
I merely smirked at his irritation. He was really a pain in the ass, but somehow nobody could help but be drawn to his self-involved complicated self. I didn't really believe that character traits could be passed on in generations, but my splitting image both in looks and personality standing before me proved me wrong.
"Those deaths are kind of your fault, cutie pie."
He scowled at me, his eyebrows knitting together, further resembling me.
"Oh, with all due respect, Grandma, please care to elaborate on that one?" He scoffed at me.
I sighed. I may adore the kid, but sometimes the urge to rip his heart out got so strong I physically had to restraint myself.
"You had one job, you gank. Do. Not. Provoke. Anyone." With each quite word I said, I took a step closer to him. "But being the most insufferable asshole you are, you just had to go and start up a fight with a goddamn werewolf pack!" My voice rose slightly at the end as I neared him, my finger poking him in his hard chest.
His eyes flashed blood, veins protruding from the skin, and I struggled not to let my smile show. He was the only one I've ever met who was never afraid of anything or anyone, including one of the longest living creatures standing in front of him.
That's my boy.
"Are you seriously threatening our beloved grandmother?"
I merely raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow while the owner of the voice showed up seemingly out of nowhere, his gentle green eyes on me and his calming hand on his brother's shoulder.
"It was fun while it lasted, but the shit with granny, Grandma, grandmother and Nana got really old really fast," I calmly stated before finally smiling and enveloping the newcomer in a hug. "Long time no see, Stefan."
The green-eyed boy smiled at me: "Keeping our favorite big brother busy, are you?"
The man in question scoffed again, his scowl deepening.
"Now, now, Damon. It's rude to scoff at family like that, didn't I tell you that already?" I clicked my tongue at him, nearly roaring with laughter as he growled.
"So what's up with the big funeral, anyway?" Stefan asked quickly in order to prevent any bloodshed that was sure to ensue at some point during the night.
I shrugged: "Your brother was being a jerk, as always."
"Oh, so when he does something bad, he's my brother, but when he's a hero, he's suddenly your only descendant, is that how you want to play it?" Stefan retorted back, tongue-in-cheek.
"Yep, that's what I says." I drawled out. "Now that we are finished with playing twenty one questions, I'll be at the car, and both of you will follow me."
The three of us flashed back to the road at the inhuman speed, ten werewolf corpses hidden behind us for eternity.
"Alright, Wicked Witch, what's the plan? With you blowing away our cover and me having to go to great lengths to save your teenage ass, we are pretty much fucked if we stay here any longer."
I stared in the back view mirror of the car, and two identical pairs of eyes stared back, one impatient and waiting for an answer, and the other frozen, cold gaze not focusing on anything, looking past the mirror and on the open road.
"Now we drive, Damon. Away from here and wherever the road takes us."
Stefan smiled back at me, an understanding in his gentle eyes, the warmth in them so different from the cold rage of his father's gaze. He knew. He knew and, despite not being with us when we went on that little mission, he understood perfectly that I hadn't found what I was looking for. My family, the original family wasn't here, and yet another one of the leads had fallen empty. I closed my eyes briefly, the images of my big sister and brothers present, always with me. And then the not-so-pleasant image of my father appeared, his gaze cold and calculating, eyes looking for a weak spot, hands reaching for a stake.
I opened my eyes, startled, and Damon smirked at me in the mirror, his posture relaxed. It was one of the rare moments where the smile reached his eyes, and I was flooded with memories that were older than old, my mother picking me up and twirling with the leaves falling from trees that are long dead now, her crystal clear blue eyes twinkling with laughter.
"Wherever the road takes us." Damon repeated with a small smile, reviving the vehicle to life.
As we drove past the sign that stated we were leaving What's-That-Town, Damon once again caught my eyes in the mirror.
"You know, I'm thinking California. Whether is nice this time of the year. What do you say, West?"
I smiled.
"Get it on, Salvatore."