Stella

Summary: After escaping to London with Elijah, Stella must learn to fit in with Elijah's old friends and make some of her own. But when Klaus shows up to make their life hell, she must try to stop him. Meanwhile, Veronica and Damon plan the rest of their future with talks about adoption. Elijah/Stella, Damon/Veronica lemons, continuation from Veronica.

Chapter Two


Elijah turned to her after closing the door and threw his arms down to his side. "I am sorry about those two; they just don't have a filter."

Stella nodded and let go of her awkwardness. "It's fine, I'm just happy that you're still loved here." She smiled and walked into the living room, picking at her manicured nails.

"Well I suppose you could say that," he walked behind her and tossed her hair to one side, beginning to kiss her neck, "now, where were we?"

"Elijah... The moments passed." She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Maybe another time?" She kissed the top of his nose and looked up at him.

"Is it because of Oliver and Kirk?" He raised his eyebrow and rested his hands on the small of her back. "Are you jealous?"

Stella scoffed a little and shook her head, releasing her grip from him. "Why would I be jealous of them?"

"Because they had my attention when you didn't."

"I know you like to think that I need attention constantly, but the truth is, I don't." She tried to get out of his grip, pushing a bit but he stood firm.

"Have I upset you?"

"You think that I'm this needy person when I'm not. I lasted years with Klaus and he barely saw me or gave me any attention. He was more concerned about being a hybrid."

"You're a strong woman, I know that. But because you were left isolated for many years, you want the attention you didn't get."


Elijah let go of her and began to pace around the room, his index finger tapping his sculpted chin. How could he give Stella a massive amount of attention in such a short space of time?

"A party. That ball you were talking about. We'll have it, next weekend. It'll celebrate us, coming together but you my dear," he pushed some hair from her face and kissed her forehead, "you will be the centre of attention. The best gown, the finest decoration and we both know that you'll be the most beautiful woman there."

Stella smiled as she thought about it. "You really want to have the ball?"

He nodded, picturing it already. "Of course, anything for you."

Stella kissed him, lingering for a moment. "This is going to be perfect."


Damon sat and thought about everything Veronica said about adopting a child. They'd have to 'get to know each other again'. Nothing changed on his end... Unless she was hiding something. Something must've happened to her if she thinks that she's changed.

"Veronica?" He called out, waiting for her response. A few moments later he heard her light footprints on the floor.

"What is it?" She peered at him from around the door frame.

"I want to speak to you, just for a moment." He smiled at her and patted his lap.

She raised her eyebrow and sat on the arm of the chair. "What do you want to speak to me about?"

"I was just thinking about what you said, about us changing," he watched her squirm a little and listened to her small sigh, "I realise that you might not want to talk about whatever changed you right now… But I know something happened, and when you want to talk about it,"

"I'll tell you now." She interrupted. She rubbed her forehead and sat up straight. "It's a little hard for me to say it because it happened so long ago."

"I'm a little surprised that you're so willing to just come out with it so soon." He watched her intently, resting his hand on her knee softly and giving her a soft and supportive squeeze.

"Ten, maybe fifteen years ago I decided that I'd look up my family tree." She let out a breath and smiled slightly. "And I found out that I have a half-sister… Well had as of thirty years ago."

Damon sighed a little and took her hand. "I'm sorry."

She looked down at him and stroked the top of his head. "She had a long life Damon. She was in her eighties. But I've got a niece who's still alive. And two nephews." She smiled and shrugged a little. "I met them."


"What? Did you tell them who you were?"

She shook her head and took the space on his lap that he had offered. "No, I didn't want to drag them into this crazy world that we're in. I pretended to be an old friend. I actually met them at my sister's funeral, that's how I knew about them."

"At least you know their safe." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into an embrace.

"She knew about me, my father told her about me and I knew nothing about her, I don't think my mum knew anything about her either… Everyone in my family thought I had died, when I've actually been stuck like this. And the real killer there… My niece is named after me." She looked up at Damon and ran her fingers through her hair. "How wild is that?" Veronica looked down as Damon tried to find the words to comfort her, but in the end he just let her play with his hand in peace. "That's when I started to hit rock bottom…" she looked up at him. "And then Elena came along and brought me to you." She smiled at him and tried to keep her tears back. "And now we're here."

"And this is how things are going to stay." He assured her with a smile. "You're stuck with me."


A:N Hope you enjoyed the chapter, if you haven't read Veronica and you're confused, I suggest you read it. Thanks!