Author's Note:
So, here is a new piece of fan-fiction from yours truly, and this time it will be centering around the Vampire Diaries and the pairing of Damon/Elena. I already have a very elaborate plot in mind for this, and I'm very excited to be writing it although I've been extremely busy with school.
Logan Fell was dead.
Laying on the forest floor, motionless, sucked-dry. Sheriff Forbes strained her eyes to see the bloody, deep hole on his neck. It had happened again. And she was powerless to stop it. How many more deaths could this small town endure? Would they come for her daughter, Caroline, next? Her friends? It had to end.
"Fell is dead."
"I can see that."
"Yes…"
"We need to put a stop to this now."
"I understand, sir."
"Does anyone know?"
"Vikki Donovan does, I saw her, running through the woods, but she is one of them now."
"Who else?"
"Elena Gilbert."
"And her brother?"
"He doesn't know."
"Well then, we'll just have to take care of this, won't we?"
"How do you mean, sir?"
"In the cleanest way possible."
And Sheriff Forbes knew what the man meant. In times such as these, desperate measures had to be taken. It would end, tonight.
She was on the floor, stuck still in shock. She had not remembered how she had gotten there. And suddenly, with terrifying force, the entire rush of memories came back. She had said goodbye to him, to Stefan, the one thing, the one person that had made her truly happy the past few months. He was supposed to be the perfect boyfriend, the first-class ticket to a normal life. Instead, he turned out to be the exact opposite.
Her knees had buckled, and her entire body racked with sobs. The girl that her brother had been undoubtedly in love with for the past year, Vikki, was now a vampire, turned by Stefan's own diabolical brother, Damon. And Stefan was… a creature. A creature of the night, who should have been malevolent and frightening. But turned out instead to be the exact opposite. And, believe it or not, that in and of itself just terrified Elena more.
She had to get out of the house, just go somewhere else. Clear her head, and try to breathe. Almost mechanically, she went to the kitchen, grabbed the car keys and ran out to the garage. Elena started the car; the feel and motion of the motor underneath her feet sent a throbbing sensation throughout her entire body. She hiccupped, chocking on her tears, and backed out of the garage.
She drove for nearly an hour. She looked down at the numbers on the radio. It was one- thirty in the morning. Elena saw a tiny dinner straight ahead. Driving to it, she parked the car, and exited. Walking into the small building, a country song assaulted her ears, and the white, pink, and red colors of the booths and menu's danced in front of her eyes. She ordered a coffee and a donut, to calm her nerves. Elena sat there, in the leather booth for nearly two hours. Her shaking had subsided, and her breathing had regulated.
"Excuse me, miss?"
A tiny little waitress snapped Elena out of her stupor, smiling at her sweetly.
"We are about to close, honey. I'm sorry, but you need to leave."
"Oh, yes, yes of course."
Elena stammered, digging through her jean pockets and finding several quarters and a dime, she placed them on the table. And picking up her car keys that were propped against an empty plastic coffee cup, she left.
Walking back to the car, Elena took out her keys, and upon reaching it, stuck them into the lock on the door. And it would not open.
What?
There was a sound behind her, a scuffle of feet. Elena whirled around quickly to identify where the noise must have come from, straining her eyes to see through the shadows, trying not to breathe. And there was nothing but… stillness. She could her nothing, see nothing. There was something out there. Near her. Something that wanted her dead.
Elena, stop it. You are so paranoid. She told herself. Surely, discovering your boyfriend was a vampire and that his powerful brother was on the warpath to fulfill some sick, vengeful fantasy had pulled a pretty good number on her the past night.
Regaining her composure, and turning around to try and unlock the car, Elena suddenly felt a pair of hands cover her mouth, stifling a scream. She felt all the muscles in her body agonizingly tense, and her knees buckled, her arms went limp in terror. This had to be all in her imagination, a fantasy. And then she felt a cold, metal blade touch the skin of her throat. No, this was definitely real. Trying to think of a way to save herself, Elena remembered a defense mechanism taught by Mr. Pfizer in middle school. Stepping on her attackers foot, Elena positioned herself at an angle, kicking him in the shin, her elbow mercilessly jabbed into his abdomen. And she was free. Elena turned, seeing no one. Her unknown assailant had fled the scene. And then, she heard the screech of the wheels of a car.
What the hell? Was there someone else coming for her?
Suddenly, Elena's muddled mind became clear. She had to get out of this parking lot now. But, she was to late; the car had already pulled up beside her. The relief that entered her was so complete, that it was painful. But as Elena's eyes settled on the form in the drivers seat, a shock of black hair and pale, defined features, fear and terror bubbled up within her stomach. And one word managed to escape her lips.
"Damon?"
The car door swung open.
"Come with me if you want to live."
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