I hope that you like this... i think it's funny... i found this in my computer - i wrote it about a couple of years back and i thought it deserved to be fit with Damon and Elena... so enjoy!
That's Not My Name
Holding back, every day the same
Don't wanna be a loner
But with nothing to consider they forget my name
They call me girl
They call me Stacey
They call me her
They call me Jane
That's not my name
They call me quiet girl
But I'm a riot yeah
"Alright, Carlos be very open all the time, and always try to cover defense. Be strong, and when you stop the ball, stop it completely-" Father Manuel started, but I interrupted him.
"Come on Father, let me play!" I exclaimed. "Even if it's only for half of the game!"
"I said no!" Father quickly reminded me and talked to his soccer team again.
"Please, I'll do anything, I'll even be sweeper!"
"I've already explained this to you, sweetheart! This is a male tournament, not for woman, boys, boys only, not girls! Come on, grab the cart and sell those drinks. And sell a lot please, we need money to pay for the team's shirts." The short, chubby, not fat as he liked to remind me, priest pinched my cheek and immediately I gave in.
"Fine, I'll go." I said, and turned around to get the cart.
As I grabbed it, I heard Father Manuel recite his story to the team about how they couldn't be filled with pride after a goal, and they should always try their hardest, and never give up, like he did when he was a boy.
It was the same story again and again, but with the body this priest had, you'd be surprised he had ever done exercise in his life! Father Manuel was never mean to me, and he was the closest thing I ever had to a father, he taught me everything I knew when it came to soccer, but I was usually not allowed to play.
I walked up three stairs and started yelling,
"Drinks! Everybody get their drinks! There icy cool, and great after this heat!"
One lady bought a drink, and while I waited for her to pull out the money from her purse I turned and saw that the game had started, and I sighed upset that once again, I wasn't allowed to play because I was a girl.
I looked around and saw that this soccer game wasn't held in what you would call a stadium.
There was graffiti on the steps where you were supposed to sit, and the steps were very dirty and dusty too. The small amounts of people that surrounded me were obviously poor, and they were just as dirty as these floors.
"Alaric, come on let's go. What are we doing here this place is nasty?" I whispered, looking at my car in the parking lot to make sure nobody was trying to steal it.
"No, I promised a friend that I would come and watch him play, I can't go now." Alaric replied paying way too much attention to the soccer game then he should have.
"Well, I'm really thirsty." I told him, trying to watch the soccer game.
"Then get a drink from that guy over there." Alaric suggested, without taking his eyes of the game. "Hey-" He whistled to the guy " we want a drink!" Alaric yelled.
I turned my head to the guy who had his head covered in a hat; he was in really crappy and baggy clothes. His pants were camouflage and 3 sizes too big, his shoes were ratty and looked like they were falling apart and his shirt was long sleeved and said 'skater dude' He also had a named tag that said 'Juan'.
"Can I have a Coke?" I said, not looking away from the game, but I was still annoyed that I came.
"Uh-huh," He replied in a high-pitched voice.
He opened the Coke can and poured it into a cup right in front of me, and I reached into my pocket to pull out the money.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked, still not looking at him.
"A dollar." This time he said it in such a high voice that I looked at him strangely and got up. I pulled out the money and then tried to look under his hat to see the guy's face. "Here you go," He said, sounding like a little girl. I gave him the money and then I said,
"Thanks, Juan." I laughed a little, because his high voice made me crack up, but I was holding it in.
He looked at me very angrily and shocked and then threw the soda on my shirt and it was freezing cold. I was shocked at the guy's reaction, and pissed off too.
"Juan, my ass!" He, or I guess she yelled, and I heard her and Alaric laugh and saw her smile with pride.
"Drink's, drink's, get your nice cold drinks right here." I yelled still laughing at what I had just done.
"I saw you, I saw you throw that soda!" Father Manuel said. His face was red with the embarrassment that I should've felt.
"Oh, are you talking about that retard back there?" I replied.
"Yes! Yes, him- wait no! I mean, no!" He corrected himself, and I laughed as I saw his blood pressure raising by the millisecond.
"What do you mean father, yes or no?" I tried to confuse him more. He sighed, and I spoke for him,
"See not even you understand yourself! How am I supposed to?"
"I'm talking about the gentleman back there, not a retard like you call him." Father explained. "I've told you dozens of times that your mouth-"
"Yes! That my mouth isn't a machine that just spits out bad words and I should try to say nice things, I know, I know, and that's why I called him a retard and not an asswho-"
"Elena!" Father Manuel yelled.
"Lenny Goalie, to you Father." He sighed and shook his head at me, not entirely upset as much as frustrated.
"Well, I have to go and keep working." I turned from him and walked back to the stands. "Refreshments, get your refreshments right here!" I advertised.
I was trying to dry myself off in peace, but I still heard her or his or it's voice calling out. That voice was one of the most annoying I had ever heard, she was coming closer to me and then said,
"You want another one?" in a threatening matter and a smirk that I wanted to slap of her face as Alaric laughed at me again.
I saw that she was talking to the priest of the church I go to on Sundays and so I went walking very fast towards him. Everybody was whispering to each other and the priest sighed and looked down.
"I'm sorry father but, is that a girl?" I asked.
"That's much more than a girl, she's Lenny Goalie." Father Manuel informed me, and walked away.
"Lenny Goalie?" I said out load, it was a silly name and a weird one.
Who the hell is that? I thought and looked at her, she did not look like a girl, not dressed like that anyway.
After the soccer game, I walked back to the convent with Caroline. It scared me to think that I was going to be leaving in a little less than a week and immediately I started thinking of how my mother was my age when she left me.
"Which Virgin is that?" I heard Caroline ask me, as I held onto my necklace for dear life. I always did that when I thought of my mother.
"She's the Virgin of Solitude." I said, taking off my golden necklace and giving it to Caroline to show. We were sitting on a bench that was in front of the statue of Mary and there were bushes and flowers all around us.
"I've never heard you talk about her." Caroline responded, her hair down but pulled back on top, and she was wearing an orange shirt and a jeans with sandals. "Who gave you that necklace?"
"My mom," I smiled, looking at her face instead of the necklace.
"But you don't have a mom?" Caroline reminded me.
"No, I don't. But I had one." I grinned, imagining what my mother was like. "Even though she died when I was born." I sighed. "Mother Superior told me how it happened."
I told Caroline the way the Mother Superior had told me the story.
The mother Superior had held me in her arms as soon as I was born and already wrapped up in the blanket babies have. She was trying to get me to stop crying but she thought I was adorable.
"Oh, she's a beautiful girl, she looks like an angel." The mother Superior told my mother who looked very pale, and sick on her bed. "She's a gift from god." The Mother Superior told the nun beside her, who had helped her deliver me.
"You could call her Katerina," The Mother Superior offered my mother, and then passed me to her.
"I like it, but I'll name her after my mother's middle name too. How about Elena Katerina? " The few words my mother spoke had left her out of breath.
"My mother was really sick when the Mother Superior and Father Manuel had found her on the streets. My mother waited until I was born," I paused as a tear fell down my cheek. "Do you realize that my mother waited until I was born, so that she could die?" I closed my eyes and wiped the tears off of my face, and was still thinking of my mother, "I've lived here in the orphanage ever since. Along with other kids who abandoned their parents to live here, it's not like they had theirs taken away."
"But, where did your mother come from when they found her?" Caroline asked her voice sounded very sorry for me and she patted my back.
"From nowhere. My mother never spoke a word about where she came from or what her name was when they found her. She was mute for a long time. Nobody could get a word out of her. The Mother Superior thinks that my mother died from love, and from pain." I closed my eyes as tears came down my cheeks again. "She thinks that somebody hurt her a lot. And I can't do anything about it! I don't even know the name. But I'm positive that the deush bag was my father. I'm positive." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, it always happened when I was mad, and the mere topic of fathers pissed me off. "I promise you I'll find him one day."
"Well, how are you gonna do that if you don't even know his name?" Caroline wondered with sad eyes.
"Well, I don't know. But I still dream of it. And the day I find him-" I paused and shuddered. "Mother Superior says that we should never hate someone, but what can you feel for the person who ruined your life?" I cried. "I'm going to find him, because God has to give me the revenge he never gave my mom. He has to."
Alaric and I got out of my Ferrari and closed our doors. Alaric closed it especially delicately because he loved my Ferrari like he loved my sister, which scared me a little.
We had just gotten to the office and it was shining brightly outside, I had to drop off a few papers for my dad, and Alaric wanted to come with me. He stopped right in front of the car and said,
"Don't lie to me Damon, do you think I'm blind or what?" He asked.
"I'm telling you the truth you pansy, it was a girl." I laughed.
"If that thing was a girl, I'm an Asian nail lady, go lie to some other idiot."
"She's funny." I laughed and looked away from Alaric, remembering the soda incident.
"Who?" Alaric wondered trying to look at where I was looking.
"Juan." I smiled, her smile was perfect when she had thrown the soda on me. "Who?" Alaric yelled.
"Um, nobody. Don't pay attention to me." I looked at Alaric again, "So, what do we do? How can we get a hold of those girls we saw last night?" I asked. "That girl, the one who sang. And that other one her friend." I reminded him after he looked a little lost.
"And, what do you want with her friend?" He wondered.
"She's for you man." I pushed him with a laugh.
"Yeah right, that girl would never give me a chance. The handsome knight in shining armor is you! I'm just-"
"You're just what? You don't think any girls are going to want to go out with you?" I asked. Alaric had extremely low confidence, and though it made me feel better sometimes, he was like my brother and I didn't like it when he was insecure like this.
"Well- "He said and then stopped and looked away from my face and towards the right, where the office was. "The one I want, won't." He grinned and then I turned around.
"Let's go." I shook my head, and hit my poor friend with the papers. I loved him but he was right, he was never gonna have a chance with my sister. She was too - too, I don't know.
"You see? These things make a whole lot of money!" I told Caroline, pointing to the Saint cards that had a prayer on the back of them. We were on the grass of the sidewalk, next to cars that were waiting for the green light. "Even people who don't make that much can afford these, and everybody loves little prayers in Miami. And these of the Virgin Mary are the best-sellers! Sometimes people want 2! Who knows maybe one day we could open up like a factory and sell these and make tons of money?" I stared off into space day dreaming of how awesome that would be, until Caroline's sigh brought me back to reality.
"So how do I do it?" She asked. "Do I just go to the corner and say, 'get your little prayers', or 'get your little prayer'?. She looked very confused, but excited all the same.
"Of course not!" I rolled my eyes. "Oh boy, you're so lucky to have a friend like me." I shook my head and laughed. "I'll show you how it's done." We both got up and saw the cars had again stopped as the light turned red.
"Watch and learn." I said as all the cars were waiting.
I went to every car and dropped of the Saint cards with prayers on them. First I went to the red car and just handed them a card, then the green car in back of it, the brown car, and then the blue car. Then I went back around asking for the 50 cents that they cost, and each person paid me 50 cents.
"Wow." Caroline smiled and looked at the money in the box.
"You see!" I raised my hand, she raised hers and we did our special handshake.
The next set of cars that came she had done the same thing I did, she was a quick learner and she helped me a lot.
On this road the green lights seemed to last forever so me and Caroline were pretty hyper and were staring the road lights down, waiting for it to turn green.
"Here comes the money!" I yelled and she giggled.
When the light turned yellow Caroline and I began to run to the cars. I went to the car in back first and quickly dropped off a Saint card. Then I went running to a nice-looking red convertible car in front and tried to get the guys attention that was looking away from his window that was down.
"Hey, don't you want to buy a saint card it has a great praye-"
The guy took his head all the way out and said,
"How are you, Juan?" The guy said Juan just to bother me and I immediately recognized that he was the one I threw the Coke on yesterday. The fact that he called me a guy upset me so much that I grabbed those long locks of raven-black hair and pulled it with as much power as I could.
"You are such an idiot!" I shouted frantically and kept pulling on his hair.
"Let go of me! What the hell is your problem?" He yelled. "Let go of me!" He shouted so loud, but I ignored him.
I hated that he called me a guy so much! I screamed to the top of my lungs and finally ran away Caroline saw that I was yelling so she automatically followed me when I was running away and back in the direction of the convent which was like a mile away. As I ran he yelled,
"You are fucking insane! Crazy psycho!" He yelled out of his window.
Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. Girl. Think. She. Was. ?
I waited another minute for the light to turn green, and every second seemed like an eternity, I was going to get her. I was going to drive over to wherever she was going as soon as the light turned.
As soon as the light turned green, I made an illegal U-turn and drove 70 mph in the direction she was going until finally I spotted her and her little friend next to her. I stopped the car so loud, that I could hear the screech, and I usually would've felt so sorry for hurting my baby's tires like that, but under the given circumstances. I didn't give a fuck.
I ran after little Juan, even though she tried to run away from me. I grabbed her by her arm and said,
"Now you won't get away from me, Juan!"
"Let go of me!" She squealed her friend in the back trying to help her get away.
"Let go of her you jerk!" The girl behind her squealed.
"This has nothing to do with you!" I scowled at her, filled with rage. "Because me and your little friend have to talk about something, right?" I said calmer and very close to her face, she was breathing so heavily I could smell her breath and it smelled like vanilla. It smelled nice. Wait, why did I care?
"Don't worry about me," Juan said looking at her friend and then at me, "This idiot wouldn't hurt a fly!" She yelled in my face, and then pulled her arm away from my hold. "Leave me alone with this tough guy, I bet I could take him by myself." She said myself like they were two different words. She got closer to my face and laughed.
"I'm not afraid of you, you know!" She screamed.
"I'm glad." I smiled, I didn't know but the way she acted all strong and tough, just made her look more innocent and vulnerable. I wasn't even mad anymore, I laughed. "Do you know what you are? You're a brat. Your mother should have you on a leash." I said, trying to scare her.
"I don't have a mother." She informed me, again trying to act tough.
I looked at her boy clothes and her hat that covered any trace of a girl being in there somewhere and said,
"That's obvious, Juan!" And I got very close to her face.
"That's not my name! I'm not Juan, I'm a girl!" She screamed at me.
"Oh yeah?" I looked down to see if I could see any boobs under that gigantic shirt, there was something.
I grabbed her neck instantly and kissed her. I don't know why, but it was like a spur-of-the-moment thing. I wanted to see what it was like and she was struggling to break away from the kiss, or at least her body was because her lips seemed to be hanging on to mine. When I finally broke away she was already like 3 feet away from me and was breathing very loudly.
"What" huge breath, "Was" another huge breath, "that for?" She covered her mouth with her soft fingertips, like it was the first time she had ever been kissed.
"That was to see if you were really a girl." I grinned, inside I was laughing hysterically at her reaction. This was probably her first kiss.
She immediately changed her expression to a seductive one that both surprised and excited me, and said,
"Oh really?"
"Mhm." I nodded my head, full of pride inside of me.
She started walking closer and closer to me and then put her arms around me, then I thought to myself 'I'm so irresisti-
"Ow!" I yelled, feeling the aftermath of a knee kick in the balls.
"What the fuck? Ow, Ow, Ow" I couldn't breathe, "What was that for?" I yelled, almost unable to think the pain was so fucking unbearable.
"That was to see if you are really a guy." She and her friend laughed and pointed at me, then they ran away leaving me there, and my balls hurt so bad my whole body went numb.
After about half an hour, I met with Alaric at my house, and he asked me why I look so mad, so I explained the whole scene to him on the way to the church.
"Why are we here?" He asked, when we got to the where father Manuel stays at.
"Because I need to find out about Juan." I said, very angrily.
I parked and got out of the car and ran to the first nun I saw.
"Excuse me," I yelled, trying not to sound to mean, she turned around and I continued, "Do you know where Father Manuel is?" I asked, a little jumpy.
"Oh, yes he's out back. I'll get him now." The nun, who looked very young smiled warmly and walked extremely slowly to get the priest.
"The psycho isn't gonna leave me this angry, no freaking way. I'm going to find her and she's going to pay!" I yelled pacing back and forth, Alaric was laughing at me.
"Damon, man come on. Let it-"
"Damon, man nothing!" I shouted and turned back to face Alaric. "She messed with my heirs, with the family jewels, my boys!" Alaric started cracking up. "Just thinking about it makes my balls hurt." I turned and felt the pain inside. "That little whore is going to pay, she's gonna pay, damn it!" I looked away from Alaric who was finding it extremely hard to contain his laughter, and saw the priest coming towards me.
"Father," I said. "I need to ask you for a favor."
"Sure son, tell me what you need."
"Remember we were talking about that girl," I struggled to remember what the priest called her, "Um, Juan?" I belted out.
"No, no, not Juan." He chuckled his double chin moving in sync with his stomach. "Lenny Goalie!" He reminded me pronouncing every syllable.
"That one." I shook my head.
"No!" He had a face of shock on, "You're going to give Lenny Goalie a job? You have no idea how happy she'll be!" Father Manuel, who was about two feet shorter than me jumped, I felt the ground shake and then hugged me. I didn't disagree with him because then she would show up to the office and I wouldn't have to throw a fight in front of this fat, but harmless priest.
"I can't stop thinking of the guy's face when I kicked his, well you know!" I giggled.
"Oh my god Angie! You're so bad!" Caroline hit me playfully and laughed.
"If I was on the field, oh god, they'd give me a red card!" I joked.
"I guess the Mother Superior was right! Because you've been playing with those guys on the team, you've become way too much like them." Caroline's face changed from happy to worried.
"Oh, I could just imagine the Mother Superior if she was there!"
"'What are you doing Elena? God would frown upon your actions!" I spoke in a deeper, elderly sounding voice, trying to imitate her.
"Elena, you're the worst!" Caroline shook her head and laughed at me.
Just as I was about to open my mouth and continue poking fun at the Mother Superior, I heard a voice come from behind me.
"Elena," She growled, her voice when she was angry bore a striking resemblance to Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty…
"Yes?" I squeaked with my highest voice and widest eyes, looking at Caroline for support to see on a scale of on to ten how angry she was. Care's face made it seem as if she was at least a twelve.
"You have a visitor." Were the only words she said grimly.
"A visitor?" I turned to her with the most confused look. "But I don't know anyone!" I almost laughed.
"He might be your new employer so be on your best behavior." Mother Superior smiled, but she seemed upset.
"Oh, no." I whispered.
I had to get a job because I was turning 18 soon, and legally the convent was no longer allowed to keep me with them once I turned 18. A job for me, with my lack of education, was probably no better than a live-in secretary or maid, but it was the best I could do because I needed a place to stay. But the thought of actually leaving the Mother Superior and Father Manuel along with all the friends I had made here and Caroline! That was a thought worse than death.
"Please, Elena. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be. You know that Father Manuel and I are only looking out for your best interests. Besides, the man seems like a fine gentleman." Her wrinkles formed a small smile and I tried to look unaffected, because I didn't want her or Caroline to worry.
"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great." I nodded, trying my best to feign happiness, as I walked past the door and followed her to where the visitor was.
But inside I was ready to bolt. Who did this guy think he was? Did he think he could just come to a convent and pick up any girl to be his live-in anything? I didn't want a job! Especially from some dirt ol' sleezeball-
"Elena!" Father Manuel, welcomed me as the man in front of him was admiring a painting and quickly turned around.
"Elena, this is Damon Salvatore, and he's interested in getting you a job." Father Manuel smiled, but his smile was nowhere as wide as the blue-eyed monster's in front of me. The blue-eyed monster that gave me the most wonderful first kiss-
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I'm kind of sort of having a competitition between this fanfic and another one called Precious to see which I continue because 3 fanfictions at the same time is physically impossible - I know this.
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