"Who's there?" When no one answered, she concentrated, calling on the forest to help her if necessary. "Show yourself…I'm warning you." She put a hand behind her, ready to cause a tidal wave should this intruder be a threat.
A shadowy figure came out from behind one of the trees. His hands up in a mocking surrender. "Relax. No need to panic missy." He had a smirk on his face. "You shouldn't be out here."
He came into the light, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. He was unbelievably handsome. And his light blue eyes were so luring, yet held a hint of sadness. His skin was a little pale, but then again, the only source of light was the moon. His black hair was a little messy, in a state of disarray. And his leather jacket looked as if he's never left his house without it.
But as he walked closer, Aurora saw his aura was red and black. And that meant only one thing.
He's a vampire.
"Stay back." She pointed at him, getting ready to tell the ground to grab his feet if he took one more step closer.
He held his hands up again. "Did your parents teach you to be rude to every stranger you meet at night in the middle of nowhere." His sarcastic tone almost made her smile.
"No. But I know better than to trust a vampire." Her voice was steady, despite her shock. Up until a few minutes ago, she didn't even know vampires existed. And she scolded herself for thinking illogically. If she existed, then no doubt other supernatural beings existed.
He looked at her strangely. "Vampire? There's no such thing as vampires."
Aurora sighed with a tiny eyes roll. "Don't insult my intelligence."
His posture suddenly changed. He looked defense, as if ready to attack her. "Who are you?" He asked with narrowed eyes, his playful voice gone.
"Who are you?" She asked back.
He didn't know what to do exactly. He could hear her pulse, so she's not a vampire. And since it's a full moon, she'd be in her wolf form if she was a werewolf. So the only possibility left was that she's a witch.
And pissing off a witch is not something he would like to do twice in one day.
He knew that his best option was to erase her memory of him. It would be a shame to kill someone as beautiful as her.
Her eyes reminded him of Elena's, only a little darker. And her hair reminded him of Katherine's, only longer. And he hated to admit it, but her body was more impressive then the evil bitches, or the doppelgangers.
She actually reminded him of someone. But he couldn't figure out who.
He grinned. "I'm Damon Salvatore."
His attitude change confused her. He was no longer defensive, but seemed aloof, and confident. "What are you doing here?" She was still alert, ready for him to attack.
"I should ask you that question. It's not safe for a young beautiful girl to be alone around here." He walked closer, considering taking her to his bed for a few days.
He started circling her, and Aurora felt her heartbeat rise. "I've heard that vampires like to play with their food, but this is ridiculous."
He paused for a moment. "There's that word again. What makes you think I'm a vampire? Not every extremely good looking guy walking through the woods is a vampire."
"Maybe not, but undead ones are." She knew he could hear her heartbeat, and felt a little vulnerable knowing he could tell if she was nervous.
Damon was starting to get frustrated. She wasn't giving him a straight answer. And he needs to know what she is, and if she's a threat. Standing in front of her, and ignoring the intoxicating smell of lavender she emitted, he looked her straight in the eye, compelling her. "Tell me who you are."
Aurora didn't know what he was trying to do. "That's none of your business."
With a frustrated sigh, Damon broke the gaze. "Does everyone have to drink vervain?"
"The herb?" By her confused expression, he knew she didn't vervain tea. But she wasn't wearing any jewelry that could contain vervain. This was very strange.
Grabbing her throat and lifting her a few good inches off the ground, Damon was obvious getting angry. "Who are you?" He was done playing nice. He wanted answers.
Aurora gasped for breath. Resisting her instinct to let her wings free and save herself easily. She couldn't expose herself to him. It was too risky.
After regaining her concentration, Damon was suddenly pulled back, roughly. He looked at the thick vines that restrained him in confusion, and started struggling when he was suddenly tied to the nearest tree. It was tight, and would take him a few moments to break.
Aurora breathed deeply, taking in large gulps of air. She looked up at him for a moment, wondering how he came to be so hostile. But when she saw the vines starting to loosen, she ran.
Damon was beyond confused. He didn't know how he was restrained by moving vines, and he didn't care. All he knew was that a very attractive…whatever she was, was getting away. And from her defensive behavior, and strangeness, she was obviously a threat.
He broke free and ran after her, but she was gone, which made him angry. She wasn't a vampire or a werewolf, so she didn't have the speed they do. All he found was her jacket. And he did not notice that it smelt of lavender.
Aurora hovered over the trees, her wings fluttering silently. She watched him for a few moments. He moved so fast he was a blur; she had a hard time keeping her eye on him.
It was obvious he didn't know what she was, which made her wonder if vampires knew about fairies. She's never met anyone like her, but obviously there are other fairies, or else she wouldn't exist.
She decided that flying home would be safer. At this time, no one should be awake, and if she hurried, the risk of getting caught would be reduced.
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Aurora examined her neck in the mirror. Her flawless skin would have a little bruise, in a morning. But nothing a little makeup couldn't hide.
She reached for her cover up, but wasn't really paying attention. When she heard it drop on the ground and roll under her bed, she sighed, getting down on her knees, leaning her head down and squinting her eyes to see the makeup container.
The room was dimly lit, so under the bed was rather dark.
She saw two things under the bed. Reaching for the one on the left, and finding her cover up. She looked at the one on the right for a moment before reaching for it.
It was key, a skeleton key.
And on the bow, there was a rose, much like the one on the chest.
Sitting in front of the chest, Aurora eyed the lock for a moment. She didn't know what was in there. And after what happened in the woods, she needed to be more cautious.
She sat in front of the chest for a few moments. "This is ridiculous." With a scoff she put the key in the key in the lock, and was surprised at how easily it opened. Harry said it hasn't been touched in ages. You'd think it'd rust a little bit, or something.
She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until she inhaled an appreciable amount of dust.
Her hands waved erratically, trying get rid of the never ending dust. When it was finally all gone, she let out a few coughs before opening her eyes.
It was a pleasant surprise to see that it wasn't empty. The first thing she saw was a picture. It was black and white, and a little faded at the ends.
A woman, her dark hair placed neatly on top of her head. A few loose curls framed her face. Her eyes were beautiful, but tired and drained. Her tiny smile was fake.
But she was still beautiful.
She was wearing a pendent, which looked a little like a giant locket.
She turned the picture over, and had to squint to see the writing in the top corner. "Kya, 1864." This picture was one hundred and forty seven years old. In fear that it would disintegrate in her hands, she placed it gently on the floor.
It was her name on the chest. That meant it was hers.
Not being able to choose which thing to look at next, Aurora closed her eyes and grabbed what felt like a book. It was actually a diary.
And it was locked. But the single rose on the cover was a clue.
She looked down at the key. It seemed this thing opened everything Kya had locked.
1864
I've started this diary to record the happenings in Mystic Falls. My home since I could walk.
Contrary to popular belief, not all vampires are monsters. In fact, they can be very charming and civil, when they're not after your blood.
Katherine Pierce, or Petrova, a very prominent and popular woman in the town, has been avoiding me ever since I found out she's a vampire, a very old one, from the 14th century. I don't know too much about her, other than her interest in the Salvatore brothers and that she is hiding from someone.
From my research, I've concluded that she is running from a vampire named Klaus, an Original vampire. I think she has stolen something from him. I have seen her with a milky gemstone a few times. I don't know what it is yet.
I'm aware that spying and sleuthing is unbecoming of a lady at my status. But frankly, I don't care.
In order for a human to become a vampire, they must die within 24 hours after consuming vampire blood (whether by force or willingly). The nature of the human's death is irrelevant (it could be any mortal death), however the body must be preserved and able to function. Upon mortal death, the undead body will awaken in a state of transition. In order to complete the transition, within the next 24 hours, the new-born, transitioning vampire must consume an exceptional amount of human blood, or else they will eventually fade away and die.
My source, who shall remain anonymous, has told me everything about vampires.
They have the supernatural ability to control and manipulate the body, mind, and soul of an animal or person. But only Originals can compel other vampires.
They are immortal. They have the ability to be immune to damage. They have heightened senses. For example, hearing your pulse or smelling blood from a mile away. They have supernatural strength, stamina, and endurance. They have supernatural ability to run, leap, jump, move, at a superhuman velocity. And I've yet to see a vampire that is not fairly attractive.
However, they do have weakness.
An herb, vervain, somehow causes them to become feverish and weak is ingested. And if their skin touches it, it burns them. Drinking vervain tea will make you immune to their mind compelling. Or wearing a necklace with vervain in it is also useful.
Vampires cannot go out into the sun. However, I have suspicions about the necklaces Katherine, Pearl, and Anna wear. I believe that Emily Bennett, the witch, made them necklaces that allow them to walk in the sunlight without being burned. They contain the stone lapis lazuli, which has been enchanted.
They need blood to survive, humans or animals, although human blood does not provide the same nourishment as human blood. If they are deprived of it, they wither and mummify. I have overhead Katherine saying that it's a painful experience to be deprived of blood.
The only way to kill a vampire is to decapitate, burn, or stab with a wooden stake. Breaking their neck will render it unconscious for several hours, but it won't kill them.
It seems that witches can inflict pain on vampires, and kill them. Though I have yet learn much about witches, I have a feeling that witches do not really like vampires.
And never invite a vampire into your home. It cannot enter without an invitation.
Aurora looked down at the picture, wondering how a woman as beautiful as Kya, had become so interested in vampires.
Was that why she looked so drained?
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I haven't exactly decided on the pairings yet. Damon will be the main love interest. But I'd also like to get Jeremy involved, and maybe Elijah, or even Klaus. I'd like to point out that basically every male character will be very attracted to her, but that doesn't mean she'll be with all, if any, of them.