Disclaimer:
The universe and characters of Vampire Diaries are owned by L.J. Smith as well as writers of the series Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson.
Only the story belongs to me and the OC characters.
Genre: Romance / Suspense
Rating: Mature
Principal pairing: Damon / Stefan (OC)
Warning: This story is suitable for an adult audience. May contain obscene language and explicit sex scenes.
Summary :
Violet Washington had always been passionate about the stories of vampires, werewolves and other supernatural creatures. His devouring passion for this very particular universe was found satisfied by reading fantastic novels or watching television series.
So when the young woman mysteriously finds herself in one of her favorite television series, she faces a world much stranger and more dangerous than she could have imagined.
Especially, when she wakes up in the body of one of the main protagonists as the younger brother of the vampire she adores the most.
How will she cope with this drastic change when feelings much deeper than brotherly love surface?
I was stunned, my mouth half open, my eyes widening slightly at the screen of my laptop. I blinked once, then a second time, dumbfounded.
"Seriously?" I cried.
I was not only stunned but also disappointed. I have never felt so many conflicting emotions watching a TV series. It was the first time that I had been so emotionally involved in something fictional. Maybe it was because I had known each of the characters and had grown fond of them over the years.
How could we remain insensitive to such characters when we had known them in adolescence and they had accompanied us for many years, making us go from laughter to tears, from anger to surprise, from sadness to joy?
I snapped shut my laptop and grabbed my smartphone before going to the call list and pressing the last number that had recently contacted me. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, my phone in my ear.
"So ?" my best friend asked on the other end of the phone.
"Horribly disappointed! How can they give us such a horror and expect that we are happy with their shit scenario ?!" I moaned indignantly.
"I told you you were going to be disappointed," she sighed. "It's been a long time since I stopped being interested in this series. The character of Elena was starting to pull me out a bit through the nostrils and Hayley as the mother of Klaus' child, it was too much for me. It turned into a happy mess when the writers decided to do a spin-off, just as crappy as Vampire Diaries season 5 by the way."
"Yeah, but I thought, regardless, that we would have been entitled to our Klaroline," I hissed, disappointed and disgusted.
My best friend laughed on the other end of the phone and I scowled instantly, knowing what she was going to add.
"Julie Plec is a slut, honey. From the moment she decided to get this wolf pregnant with Klaus, it was clear that we would never have been entitled to a Klaroline. She made us hope for this bitch, all the way through. throughout season 4, to finally let go of this horror. I think I have a preference for books rather than series."
I rolled my eyes and turned onto my stomach as I opened my computer to a search.
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you want to console yourself with chocolate ice cream? I'm the one inviting," she suggested.
I lingered for a moment on the photo of one of my favorite characters and then let out a sigh of weariness.
"No, it's okay," I politely declined. "I'm going to stay here ruminating on that stupid ending and cursing the writers of Vampire Diaries and The Originals and then going to bed imagining another ending for Damon and Klaus."
"Very well. See you tomorrow. Ciao honey."
"Good night."
She hung up and I threw my smartphone on the bed. I sighed again while drooling over the images of my favorite character.
"And to think it's over," I whispered, pouting.
I glanced at the time on my computer screen and closed it permanently before leaving my bed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and tied my hair up with a rubber band, then went back to bed.
I stared at my ceiling for a long moment before I turned to my side and gazed at the moon, which shone a silvery glow in the midnight blue sky.
"It sucks that it ended like this," I whispered to no one in particular. "If only…"
I abruptly interrupted my sentence when I felt a painful spike in my chest. I gasped under the pain that gripped my heart and tried to take a deep breath but as I worried about what was happening to me, my eyelids closed slowly on their own. And as darkness was about to engulf me, I remembered one last time the more than disappointing endings of Vampire Diaries and The Originals.
I was suddenly awakened by the ringing of a cell phone. I blinked, bewildered, when I saw that I was no longer in my room in a dimly lit and deserted alley.
How did I end up in such a place? Had I become a sleepwalker or something similar?
I was taken from my thoughts by the incessant ringing of a telephone. I grabbed the ringing device in my pocket and frowned when I saw the caller's name on the cell phone screen. Elena. I examined the phone, puzzled. Where had my last iPhone gone and who was Elena? To my knowledge, none of my friends were called that.
The bells stopped to ring again. So I decided to answer.
"Stefan… he… Jeremy… he killed him…" stammered a voice torn with sobs.
"What?" I said stupidly. "Who killed who?"
"Damon!" cried the young woman in tears. "He killed my brother."
I suddenly let go of the phone as if I had been burned and my eyes widened, horrified. My heart began to pound violently in my chest as I could perfectly hear Elena's panicked voice on the other end of the line despite anxiously calling out a name.
I felt my palms get sweaty as I swept my gaze around. I ran without knowing where to go, looking for answers, leaving the cell phone behind. I stopped in front of the closed window of a flower shop and saw a familiar reflection. I turned to face the young man who was reflected on the glass, then my legs flexed as the emotions assaulted my mind.
"It's not possible," I mumbled, scared. "It's just a dream. I… I will… wake up soon…"
Yes, I was sure I was just having a long, horrible dream. It was just a nightmare. It was enough for me to close my eyes and then open them again to find myself in my room but as I did, I noticed with horror that nothing had changed and that I was still stuck in this nightmare. I pinched my arm hard and squealed in pain.
"OH MY GOD !" I screamed when I realized that I was, somehow, in the TV series I had loved and watched for many years and whose ending had horribly disappointed me.
I wanted to cry so much the situation seemed absurd and impossible to me. Especially since instead of finding myself in the body of one of the many female characters in the series, I was in that of one of the main protagonists, Stefan fucking Salvatore!
I adored Stefan enormously and appreciated his character especially because of the bond which united him to my favorite character but never, even in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined being in his body!
Good God, I was a woman and he a man! How can you be so cruel to not only withdraw from my home world but also to exchange my body with that of a man ?!
I pulled my hair out and let out a tear as I wondered how I was going to get home. Although my life was hardly hectic, I had my parents there as well as my friends. They would certainly be freaking out if I didn't come back in the next few hours.
What the hell, what a fucking puzzle!
I definitely couldn't stay here. I loved the show but I wasn't crazy enough to want to willingly throw myself into a world where vampires and werewolves existed. You had to be a masochist to want to constantly experience fear in your stomach! I was a coward and the bravest thing I ever had to do in my life was live in an apartment on my own when I was 22! And again, this apartment faced that of my parents who were my next door neighbors!
"I'm in such shit," I whispered, alarmed, a sob in my voice. "Damn, of all the characters on the show, why did it have to be you? What the hell did I do to deserve such punishment ?!"
I took one last look at the reflection of the vegetarian vampire and wandered the streets of Mystic Falls not quite sure how to get to the Salvatore boarding house. I had inherited Cadet Salvatore's body but not his memories.
I didn't know for how long, I wandered the streets of the fictional city but eventually reached my destination and heaved a sigh of relief. I opened the door and barely had time to step inside when I heard the sound of a glass that had just been broken.
I walked into the living room and laid my eyes on a scene that was familiar to me but especially on a person I never thought I would meet in my life.
"Da… Damon?" I stammered incredulously.
The vampire turned to me and I met his gaze which seemed filled with deep pain. Then I remembered the call I had received earlier and all the pieces suddenly fell into place. I deduced that we were at the start of season 2, more specifically the first episode in which Damon had just faced the cruel truth that Katherine had never loved only Stefan and that Elena would also choose her younger brother over him. His pain had then turned to rage and he had broken Jeremy's neck under the dazed gaze of the double Petrova.
My heart broke when I saw the state the vampire was in and I could only sympathize with his pain.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be consoling your girlfriend?" he said, spitting out the last word. "Where are you here to take revenge on his behalf?"
"I'm here to console you," I said. "I know Katherine was there and it didn't go well between you guys. I'm sorry, Damon, sincerely."
"I don't want your pity!" he spat disgustedly. "I don't need you so you can go meet your girlfriend and leave me alone. I won't burn Mystic Falls tonight."
He turned away from me and went to sit in an armchair, simply ignoring my presence in the room.
"I'm going to break up with Elena."
Damon turned around, displaying a stunned expression on his face.
"What did you say ?" he asked skeptically.
"I'm going to break up with Elena," I repeated.
I wasn't the real Stefan and certainly wasn't a lesbian so it would be impossible for me to continue this relationship with the lookalike when she was one of the characters I hated most on the show after Hayley Marshall. I thought she didn't deserve Stefan or Damon but if he was in love with her and they were going to end up together anyway then why would I stand in the way of their fate? If Damon was happy like this then for me that was the most important. Also, sooner or later Elena would end up falling in love with the brown-eyed vampire with blue eyes. To avoid unnecessary drama for everyone and horrible suffering for my favorite vampire, I preferred to end this charade.
"Why would you do such a thing?" Damon asked me suspiciously.
"Because you love him," I replied.
"Even a rabbit wouldn't believe it, Stef."
I sighed, unable to explain the situation to him. He certainly wouldn't believe me if I told him that I wasn't really his brother but one of his fangirls who had mysteriously landed on the show without knowing why or how.
"I want to break up with her because nothing is more important to me than your happiness," I confessed. "I know it might sound hard to believe but I don't want you to think that you aren't capable of being loved, Damon. I love you. Elena certainly isn't in love with you yet, but she will in time so be patient, please and forget everything Katherine said to you. She just didn't deserve you."
I barely had time to see a shape move when I found myself pressed against a wall, my head aching, my neck locked in an iron grip.
"What are you trying to do here? What plan are you up to? Is this your new way to get revenge for the kiss stolen from your girlfriend?" he asked me, his teeth clenched.
"Da ... Da ... my, you ... you ... hurt me," I breathed painfully, tears in my eyes.
Damn, could he be a little nicer to me? Can't he see I'm trying to help him? Damn, I'm giving her the love of her life on a silver platter! In addition, a woman whom I cannot bear to see for more than a minute so much she annoys me! If this is not the sacrifice of a woman who loves him, frankly, I do not know what it is!
He released my neck and took a few steps back, surveying me suspiciously.
"I know you don't believe me but tomorrow, I promise you, I'll break up with her and you can chase her any way you want without me interfering with you."
He looked at me, still dubious but said nothing and went to pour himself a glass of alcohol, swallowing it in a single sip before going upstairs to lock himself in his room.
I collapsed on the floor, my heart pounding. I massaged my neck which had been bruised by Damon and sighed tiredly.
I had hardly appeared in this world when I had already suffered a stroke. As I thought, this world was far too dangerous for me. I wasn't even sure I could survive more than a week on this series so how would I cope with the events to come? I wanted to cry because my situation was so miserable. It would be impossible for me to feed myself, the blood disgusted me so much. How was I going to continue Stefan's vegetarian diet?
"Why me ?" I whimpered.