Hello.

Here is the final chapter of Unfortunate Encounters, and I promise that you're in for a surprise.

Therefore, you must read it, and when you do, review it! I'd love to know what you think (whether it's good or bad, I just want your honest opinion).


DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Vampire Diaries blah-blity blah blah blah.

I wish I did though.


Chapter 4: Why? Someone Tell Me Why!

It was after school and I was beyond ready to get my last interview with Tyler and Matt over with. My life had gone crazy, and I needed some peace.

It was 3:45 and they were late. Almost an hour, to be exact. Pacing the room in irritation, I decided to go through my notes one more time and make sure my questions were ready.

For Tyler:

1.) Have you gotten your yearly rabies shot, yet?

2.) Do you get wormed once a month?

3.) How do you feel about cats?

4.) If I throw this tennis ball, will you chase it?

5.) How do squirrels make you feel?

6.) Purina or Pedigree? Which do you prefer?

5.) Do you smell like wet dog? (Thank you, Caroline!)

For Matt:

1.) Why don't you have a girlfriend? You do realize that Stefan and Elena are together right? Not to mention the whole Bamon whatsit.

2.) How does the thought of dying alone make you feel?

3.) Why do you allow yourself to be the receiver of everyone's abuse?

4.) How does it feel to be the only normal human in the bunch? (Wait for this next one.) Doesn't it make you feel weak, useless, and emasculated?

Those questions didn't seem offensive at the time…

Fifteen more minutes had passed and they still weren't there yet, so I decided to sit down and answer the text messages that I had ignored as I prepared my questions. When I touched the phone I felt the strangest sensation. It seemed to travel up my arm and send a shock to my head. I know now that it was raw energy being used to send a message. When I tossed the phone down, a message from and unknown source popped up. I picked up the phone, no longer feeling the energy, and read the message. "Ist es meine Umdrehung noch?" it said.

What in the name of Ian Somerhalder was that supposed to mean? I didn't have time to translate the message because in walked Matt and Tyler. Finally.

"You two are very late," I said. I was aggravated, and the tone of my voice made it clear.

"Sorry," Matt began. "My car broke down and – "

"I don't want to hear it. Just shut up and sit down so we can get this over with. I've had a rough week."

"No wonder your panties are in a bunch," that stupid kid, Tyler, responded. I took him by the shirt and flung him against the wall. Not only were my reflexes unusually fast, but I was much stronger, too.

"Sit down so we can have a friendly conversation, you big toothed, moon-crazed moron." Tyler took his seat without another word, and I smiled sweetly at the both of them. They looked a little nervous.

"Now," I said as I took my own seat. "I asked you guys to be here because I wanted to ask you some questions about the events that L.J. Smith recorded in the New York Times best selling series The Vampire Diaries."

"Well, duh."

"Shut up, Tyler! How do you feel about the way that you were portrayed in the novels? Everyone sees you as a jerk. Explain this." Tyler didn't say a thing. He just sat there and looked at me. What was he looking at?

"I asked you a question," I said.

"Yeah, right after you told me to shut up," he replied.

"You know what? I don't know how much more of this I can take; therefore, we are moving on. Matt . Have you ever considered having your name changed to Welcome Matt?"

"WHAT?" Matt went red in the face.

"Uh, well everybody walks all over you as if you were one. Don't get me wrong, you're a great guy, but jeez. If you're not being fed on by Vampire Elena, you're being roughed up by someone else. Not to mention you let some new guy steal your girl, and then you lost a chance with Bonnie, too."

"What kind of interview is this?" Matt rose from his chair, and Tyler burst into a fit of laughter. "Hey man, shut up!" Tyler stood.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" he said, no longer laughing.

"Look, I already had to break up a girl fight, and I don't want to risk being hit upside the head in order to break you two up, as well. So cool it!" I shouted.

"Stefan and the girls were right. It was a horrible idea to agree to these interviews. I'm outta here." Matt strode towards the door.

"Well, I don't say I blame you," I replied. And then I added, "Pansy!"

I will not repeat the term that he used for me in response. Instead, I will let you guess. Want a clue? It rhymes with "itch".

"Can I go now?" Tyler asked once his reemerging laughter had settled.

"You couldn't leave fast enough." And with that, they were both gone.

As I gathered my stuff to go home, I remembered that weird text message that I had gotten. I used a translating app on my phone to see what it really said.

Is it my turn yet?

"Huh?" I said aloud. That's when the lights went out and the door slammed. The next thing made the hairs on my arms and neck stand up. The giggle of a silvery voice.

One light flickered back to life and cast what I thought was a shadow. Only when this shadow stepped into light, long golden hair and shimmering blue eyes appeared. She was wearing a white gown.

"K-Katherine?" Katherine giggled again. Why did her laugh sound like an orphanage being bulldozed to the ground – with the orphans trapped inside?

"When do I get to be interviewed?" she asked, still smiling.

"How about never? Girl, what do you have against the concept of dying and staying gone? You're like a pimple that just hangs out on your face and refuses to go away!" Will I ever learn to shut my mouth?

Katherine's smile faded and her face twisted. "You are a mean girl," she said in a now deepened and distorted voice. I knew that was my cue to start running. Thank goodness I had on sneakers.

I raced out the door and down the hall. Katherine was behind me, and she was coming fast.

I burst out of the main exit and began making my way down the concrete steps. Only as I was descending, I tripped over my own big feet and fell. When I fell, I broke my neck – and I died.

I laid there on the steps for I don't know how long. When my eyes fluttered open it was dark. I gasped for air and sat up. Looking around, I saw that Katherine was gone and breathed a sigh of relief. That's when I realized that something was terribly wrong.

I could see so clearly in the darkness. I could hear the heartbeat of a stray animal from across the street. I could smell and sort out every scent that mingled in the air (the last traces of the students that had been there hours before, enchiladas from the Mexican joint across town, my fellow raccoon rummaging in the dumpster behind the school), and it almost made me lightheaded. I could also sense the activity of every mind in Fell's Church, even if only faintly.

Then it hit me.

You see, when Damon used me as his afternoon snack the day of his interview, he must have fed me his blood, too. I guess I had enough of left in my system to keep me from truly dying. So at the beginning of this, when I said I wasn't dead, that wasn't really true. Although, technically, it was. It's complicated okay? Stop hassling me, and just leave it.

When I made this realization, it dawned on me what I had to do to stay alive (I said leave it). So, here I am as a full blown vampire. I have died, come back, and tasted blood (let's just say that there was this guy in my history class that I finally got to notice me).

Knowing that you will be looking for me, I have left this document open on my computer for anyone to read.

Oh, and don't go after Damon. It's in your best interest to leave him alone, because you probably won't stand a chance. Got it? Good.

I don't know when I'm coming back, but I promise I'll be fine.

Sincerely yours and undead,

Andrea Valentine


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I plan on writing a sequel to this, but I have to know your honest opinions.


Extremely short summary of the sequel:

Damon Salvatore has unwittingly turned Andrea Valentine into a vampire. What happens when she then attaches herself to him (whether he likes it or not) so that he can teach her the ins-and-outs of being what they are? The adventures turn deadly - and hilarious - when hunter-slayers get hot on their trail.

Lots of Damon and a little bit of BAMON involved!