Once Bitten
Summary: He wanted me to be his, but then again so did he. Once bitten what will I become? {Stefan/Elena/Damon}
A/N: On with the Poetry/Story.
With fangs sharpened,
Shined and lined with bits of my rubied life.
I didn't know then, but who did?
Who knew what would become of me?
It had blackened eyes, blackened hair.
Tall, dark and mysterious.
It gave me a stern stare,
Its luminescent eyes boring into my very soul.
It wanted something.
Something, I was not about to give up easily.
It wanted my soul.
It wanted me to become one of them.
Before I could turn to run,
It had already grabbed me.
What could I do?
I could no longer flee.
'What will I become?'
I ask myself as I feel points at my neck,
One pair on one side,
And one on the other?
There were two of them,
And both of them are at my neck,
About to dive right in for a meal,
At least that is what I thought.
They both spoke in unison,
"Elena." They echoed.
I knew those voices.
My last thoughts were, 'What will I become?'
Once Bitten
A/N: My first slight Vampire Diaries Poetry, I hope you all liked it.
-Fiona12690
