Veronica

Summary: With Damon's birthday in the horizon, Stefan wants to surprise him. But when Elena finds an old diary of his that mentions a woman named Veronica, she will go to every measure to find her.

Chapter Nine


Veronica got up quickly and wrapped the bed clothes around her. "Excuse me?" she looked at him. The surprise and uncertainty was written all over her face.

"I asked you to marry me, what's so surprising about that?"

"Probably the fact that we've technically only been together for about an hour."

"Veronica, I've loved you for centuries. I'm sure you've loved me as well."

"Damon," she sat beside him, "I've loved you for as long as I can remember, but you have to take into account that I'm in pretty deep shit. And that's putting it bluntly." She stroked his cheek. "I would love to marry you, but I can't."

"Why can't you? You left Elijah didn't you? That's why you're here."

"Elijah doesn't know what 'no' means. And if he comes for me, he'll hurt you." She leaned on him and melted into his embrace. "And if he knew that we were getting married, he'd compel me."

"What if you drank vervain? He wouldn't be able to compel you."

"Damon, I don't want to be burned from the inside out."

"It won't burn you, if lace your drink with it you'll build an immunity over time," he began to explain, "Stefan and I have been doing it for a while. We're fine." He stretched out his arms. "It'll be a way out of this."

Veronica thought for a moment. She didn't trust the plan, but she did trust Damon, and that should be enough for her, shouldn't it?

"Okay." She looked down and bit her lip. "I'll do it."


"Veronica stayed the night?" Elena was astonished. The last she heard, Damon was upset and Veronica was with some guy. Things moved fast.

"Yeah, she came last night, left a bag at our door." Stefan ran his hands over his face. "I hope she doesn't stay with us."

Elena leaned over the breakfast table. "Did she tell Damon why she kept leaving him?"

"Why do all of you talk about me when I'm right here?" she walked into the kitchen and walked straight to the fridge.

"Oh, hey Veronica." Elena said awkwardly.

"Morning Elena." She smiled to herself and pulled out a carton of milk. She watched the both of them, smirking inwardly. "Don't mind me, continue your conversation." She drank from the carton and put it back.

"It's fine." Stefan stood up slowly and walked over to her. "The next time you spend the night, be a little quieter."

Veronica picked up on Elena's discomfort and laughed a little. "Did I keep you two lovebirds awake?"

"I don't really want to hear you two moaning all night." He stared at her.

"Okay Stef, I'll be quieter. Can't say anything about Damon though." She leered and looked around Stefan to see Damon.

"What can't you say about me?" He walked over to her and put his arms over her shoulder.

"That you'll be quiet next time." She turned and clung to his side.

"You two are like leeches." Stefan grimaced and sat across from Elena once more.

"And now you know what it's been like for me to watch you two." He let go of her and walked over to Stefan. "I need to talk to you, downstairs." He glanced at Elena and walked down to the cellar. Stefan raised an eyebrow and looked at Veronica before following Damon down the wooden steps.


Damon stood in the cellar looking at the vervain plants. Stefan stood behind him and watched him. "What do you want?"

"I proposed to Veronica." He said blatantly.

"What did she say?" Stefan crossed his arms.

"She turned me down, but not because she didn't want to marry me. Because Elijah will compel her if he found out. I want to put her on vervain."

"And what's the outcome of your plan going to be? Elijah realising she's on vervain and disposing of her?"

"He wouldn't do that. He loves her too much."

"Then he'll make sure he can have her by killing you. I don't know why you can't stay away from her. She's nothing but trouble."

"Let me ask you this, if Elena was in this situation, would you try to help her?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Elena is different."

"How is she different?"

"Because Elena isn't a bitch. Elena is a good person, to everyone." Stefan snapped. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his thoughts.

"She's a bitch?"

"Damon, let's not argue about this."

"We're not going to argue about anything. That's your opinion of her." Damon grabbed a couple pieces of vervain and made his way back upstairs. "Your opinion happens to be wrong though."


Damon walked back upstairs and looked at Elena. "Where did Veronica go?"

"I think she went upstairs to get dressed and unpack her bags. But that was whenever you two went down there."

He smiled a little at Elena and headed towards the stairs. "Veronica?" he waited for an answer patiently, but none came. Damon jogged up the steps and walked into his bedroom, expecting to see her there. But she wasn't. Instead, a note was laid on his pillow.

'Damon, I'll be back in a couple of hours. I have some things to sort out. Don't worry, I'll return. –V'


Veronica leaned against the gate outside her house. She didn't know if she should go in or not. Veronica had a lot of questions to ask Elijah, and she was willing to stand face to face with her fiancé. But a part of her was scared to go in. She wasn't scared of Elijah, she was under his skin, and he wouldn't do her any harm. She was scared of his mind games. Veronica took in a deep breath and collected her nerves. It was time to dance with the devil.

She stepped into the house and looked around. A puddle of blood was spilled over the floor. It was Brody's. She knew the smell. Her footsteps were light on the wooden floor and she followed the small trail of blood. His body lay in the middle of the living room. She sighed and leant over his body. "I'm so sorry."

"Veronica, I thought I heard something down here."


She stood up and turned to face Elijah. His frame almost filled the doorway. His face was happy. His smile elated. Elijah was thrilled to see his love back where he thought she belonged.

"Don't worry, I won't be staying long." She glared at him, full of rage. "I see you killed him."

"I didn't really feel like he was necessary."

She shook her head and scoffed. "You're such an ass."

"What has gotten into you? Where's the sweet girl that used to be the centre of my universe?" he stepped towards her and placed his hand on her arm affectionately.

"She died, killed by her brother." She felt tears form in her eyes but she pushed them back. "Abandoned by her supposed lover."

"I already explained to you why I left you. No words can describe how remorseful I am."

"Save your breath." She stepped away from him. "I'm not here to listen to your lines."

"What are you here for?" he moved closer towards her again.

"I want to know, why you chose me. Why you picked me off the streets instead of some French girl or a rich woman, instead of a filthy girl living on the street?"

"Because my dear, I had been around the world, I had tasted the blood of so many girls. But none smelt or even tasted as delicious as yours."

"So, you were using me?" She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest.

"No. I never used you." He backed her up against the wall and restrained her arms so she couldn't push him away. "I was attracted to you, not only because of your blood, but because of your features. I could tell you were made for me, you're my desire."

"Your desire?" she laughed a little. "Just because my blood smelt a little bit better, means nothing. I wasn't made for you; I was made for Damon,"

"I thought you would've run back to him. Obviously I was right. I can smell him all over you." He moved his head to her neck. "You cheated me."

"I hate to break it to you, well actually I don't, but I betrayed you a long time ago." She mocked him. "And not just with one man." She looked over at Brody. "You see your meal over there. I experienced him twice. And Damon…More times than you'd like to know."

Elijah felt his anger boil inside him. He stepped away from her and turned his back.

"And you don't want to know how many times I lay with Klaus."

Elijah growled loudly and struck her across the face. Veronica's head snapped to the side.

"How dare you." He shouted. "My own brother."

"He wanted it." She looked at him slowly. "And I wanted it too."

"Get out of my sight. I can't even look at your face right now." He stormed upstairs.

She held her face and sauntered to do the front door. She hoped he'd stay away from her; this could be her chance for freedom.


A:N So, I hope this was enough drama for you. Did you enjoy? Do you want to know what happens next? I'll probably update this story more regularly. Don't forget about 'The Opening Departure' on youtube, and I'll be making a new video sometime, so get ready for that!