Hello, lovely readers. We're back with a brand episode and we hope you like it. Right now, we're on incorporating more of your favorite TVD characters. The story takes place during season three but we might take liberties with the script along the way. Caroline and Klaus will be in the next chapter. Until then enjoy!
Chapter 1: Who the Hell Are You?
"You!" Jessalyn yelled, narrowing her eyes at the girl who stole her phone. Or at least that's what she believed happened. It's the only explanation for it being there one minute and gone the next. Or maybe she dropped it when her bag fell? Did she still have her wallet? Jessalyn's thoughts were muddled in her head and coming far too quickly as she tried to process what was happening. 'Why am I in The Vampire Diaries?' She questioned silently. 'More importantly, how am I here?'
Before Jessalyn could vocalize her question Stefan Salvatore's hand wrapped around her throat causing her to gasp in pain. Pushing Jessalyn against the unopened coffin, Stefan's fangs protruded as his eyes glowed a dark hazel that was so familiar, yet so foreign.
"Who are you?" He growled and all the times she used to dream of meeting her favorite characters came to mind. She would've laughed at the irony of the situation if she wasn't loosing oxygen.
Shaking in terror, Jessalyn was struggling to breathe. Stefan's hand tightened causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head. She was going to die at the hand of a character from the show that she binge watches on holidays and spends hours wasting away on her computer creating fanfiction about. It's funny really, Jessy always thought Stefan was the boring Salvatore. She began to chuckle which came out like a twisted, raspy noise. A smirk formed on her lips. Either irony hated her for something she did in a past life or her crazy professor drugged her and she was having extraordinarily life-like hallucinations.
"Stefan, stop it! You're killing her!" Bonnie yelled, her helplessness evident in her tone. The amount of power had exceeded her energy when she tried to open the mysterious coffin. More than likely she could do nothing to help this girl who could very well be innocent, although how she and the other girl had appeared was highly suspicious. Once again Bonnie Bennett was stuck in the middle.
"Why should I stop, Bonnie? For all we know these two were sent by Klaus to stop us. So, I'm not really feeling that your objection qualifies," Stefan growled as Jessalyn began to lose consciousness. Just a little bit more pressure and she would be sucked into the abyss of what she could only hope was heaven, presuming heaven really is cotton candy clouds with rivers made out of chocolate milkshakes and trees made out of orange flavored lollipops.
"You sound just like Damon," Bonnie muttered in disgust just as Stefan sunk to his knees screaming and clutching his head in his hands.
"Bonnie," he growled. "Stop. It."
Bonnie opened her mouth but didn't know what to say; she was very confused. Shaking her head, she stared at Stefan uncomprehendingly.
"I'm not doing anything!" Bonnie yelled at him and looked up to catch the unknown girl's eye. "You." She whispered as everyone turned to see the girl's eyes were on Stefan and glowing intently.
Suddenly, Stefan felt relief as the girl's face relaxed. He sighed and rubbed his forehead before inspecting the mysterious girl. "You're a witch?" It was more of a statement than a question as he forced himself to his feet. His face held no expression but his fists were clenched and his jaw tight.
"I owed her one," The girl retorted coolly, her accent making them note that she was more than likely Irish. "Now, pick up Ariel's vomit over there," she waved her hand towards Jessalyn, who was lying on the floor beside the coffin and clutching her throat as she tried to catch her breath. The blonde narrowed her eyes at the nickname. "And let's get out of here. Draft-y," she commented and rubbed her hands together briefly, "I don't like drafts." The brunette raised her eyebrows almost mockingly before strutting off, all the while thinking: 'How the hell did I do that?'
Bonnie pulled Jessalyn to her feet as Stefan strode after the Irish girl. Jessalyn cradled her head as dizziness began to creep up on her.
"Hey, you okay?" Bonnie asked softly and Jessy nodded. She had a sudden urge to give in to the alluring voice at the back of her head telling her to let go. But she didn't, she took a deep breath and gazed into the brown pools of Bonnie Bennett's eyes. She still couldn't wrap her head around all that was happening. She was actually in Mystic Falls!
"I'm Jessy," she held out her hand and Bonnie's slim fingers slipped into hers.
"Bonnie," she said before she pulled her hand away. "And not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" That she'd love to know.
"Hey, witch bitch," she rolled her eyes before swinging around to face Stefan Salvatore, eater of many bunnies.
"Yes?" Her smile too sweet, his too dangerous.
"What do you do when a witch pops up—" he emphasised with his hands. "—out of nowhere just as you're about to break a particularly troublesome spell and ruins the whole thing? Then said witch makes a hasty exit as soon as you spot her." Stefan's movements as he edged closer combined humor and absolute seriousness all at the same time. She resisted the urge to swallow the massive bile that trapped itself in her throat. "Now I'd call that a bit suspicious, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I actually prefer the term," She waved her hand in an arc in the air, "coincidence."
"Oh?" He laughed, it wasn't real. His hand lodged itself into her rib cage faster than she could blink. "Well I prefer the term," he smiled, sardonically, "spy." His hand cupped her vital organ and she gurgled, not a second later her back collided with the hard ground. Warm, bitter liquid was shoved into her mouth and voices blurred together as the darkness took her.
Jessalyn almost squealed as she surveyed the Salvatore Boarding House. Her fingers brushed across the back of the couch and her heart skipped a beat. 'I'm here. I'm really here!' Jessy whipped her hand back, remembering what goes on on that particular couch. Stefan's eyes continued to watch her like a hawk but she was too overwhelmed to care. She stared as Damon sauntered in, their eyes connected but broke just as quickly. He joined Bonnie and Stefan and they whispered together. She focused her attention on her brunette...acquaintance. She saw now how much younger she actually was. As the girl—she guessed sixteen—lay in a vulnerable position on the couch her tough exterior from before had completely melted away.
Jessalyn wondered what made someone so young put up so many walls. As a woman in her late teens herself, she had grown up in an apartments all her life. Things were tight but she and her mother made it through the worst parts. When she was sixteen Jessalyn had decided she wanted to see the world. Working hard she had received entrance to a small college of County Cork, Ireland. Through a series of scholarships her dreams were coming true. One thing was for sure, right now, she had a boatload of questions for this witch.
"Damon!" Elena rushed in, Jeremy trailing behind. Jessalyn stared at the face of the mighty Nina Dobrev who she had, to be brutally honest, seen too much of in the most recent season. "Why haven't you been answering my calls? Alaric's been— Who are they?" Silence filled the room as Elena examined the newcomers. Damon gave Jessy a look that she knew all too well meant 'I'm about to lie my pants off, go with it.'
"She's Bonnie's friend's… friend." Damon cleared his throat and looked to Stefan who stared blankly at him.
"What?" Elena furrowed her eyebrows.
"Bonnie," He gestured to her. "Needed extra witchy juice for the coffin spell so she went online and bippidy, boppidy, boo, Sleeping Beauty over there came to our humble home." Damon raised his glass of bourbon to her and then drank.
"I'm the friend," Jessalyn looked at Damon and added reluctantly. "Of Sleeping Beauty or was it Cinderella? ... I'm Jessalyn, hi." She waved.
"Right," Elena eyed her suspiciously and crossed her arms over her chest. "Where are you from?"
"She's from Ireland, I attend collage there." Jessalyn explained.
"And how long have you two known each other?" Stefan piped up and Damon glared at him.
"I started classes eight months ago." Jessy crossed her arms over her chest.
"That wasn't the question." Stefan's eyes narrowed, in a somewhat mocking way, and Jessalyn opened her mouth to respond but he cut her off.
"If you two are so close, then what's her age, star sign, shoe size, favorite color? Oh, let's start with an easy one, what's her name?" Stefan challenged her and she gulped but didn't get the chance to answer.
"Tess. My heart burns." A thick accented voice moaned from the couch, dragging out the 'u'.
"Tess and Jess. Trivial," Damon snorted before sipping his liquor again.
"Yeah, yeah, we should have our own TV show." Tess waved her hand dismissively as she pulled herself into a sitting position. "Do you have any of that Gaviscone crap or whatever?"
"I'll go check," Jeremy muttered under his breath and made his way towards the kitchen.
"That's what I have to talk to you about, Damon." Elena admitted softly when Jeremy was out of sight. "Tyler has been acting weird lately and hanging out with Jer but the whole time he was Klaus' minion. Klaus compelled Jeremy to stand in the middle of the road as a hybrid tried to knock him down with a car."
"Wait, wait. Was the hybrid in the car or was the Hybrid car alive?" Tess questioned with a head tilt and Elena pretended not to hear her. Jessalyn met her eyes and, like with Damon, she understood what the look meant. They had to be as clueless as possible about absolutely everything now, which was easier said than done.
"Ric jumped in to save him but he got knocked down in the process." Damon straightened at this news. "His ring saved him but he's in the hospital now. You need to give him your blood so he can heal."
"I'll go now," Damon nodded and placed his glass on the coffee table. He pushed himself to his feet and turned to Stefan. "Come on, brother. We need to have a little chat." Stefan reluctantly pushed himself up—Jessalyn saw Elena whisper in Damon's ear out of the corner of her eye. If she remembered correctly it was about having a conversation that will inevitably lead to sending Jeremy to Denver—and she followed Damon out of the room. Bonnie stood, too. Damon blocked her with his hand.
"Hold it right there, witchy. You need to be a good host and mind your guests." Tess wondered if Elena caught on to the underlying threat in Damon's voice but, as usual, it appeared unnoticed.
"I'll stay here," Jeremy offered as he strode back into the room with tablets and a glass of water. Damon ground his teeth together and looked like he was having an internal battle with himself.
"Fine," he let his hand drop to his side. "But no field trips until we get back, got it?"
"Got it," Jeremy rolled his eyes and sat down beside Tess on the couch. The group began to disperse; Damon sent one last warning look to Jessy. Then they were out of the Boarding House and it was just Tess, Jess and Jeremy. Tess swallowed the pills and made a satisfied sound after she gulped down the water.
"Thank yuh," she sang as she wiped her mouth and offered him a smile.
Jessalyn plopped down on the couch and pursed her lips. 'What do I do now?...Oh right.'
"Did you steal my phone?"
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