Title: Le Fay (1/?)

Author: Janie and Bunny

Rating: R

Spoilers: Vampire Diaries 1-4

Warnings: profanity, sex scences, possible violence.

Disclaimers: We don't own the Vampire Diaries. They belong to LJ Smith.

If we owned them, we would have a shit load of French Vanilla. ^_^ Our

own original characters, however, belong to us. Please don't use em.

They don't deserve the abuse.

Summary: Two worlds collide, and unless it can be stopped, chaos is

inevitable.

Notes: Uh. Feedback! FEED. BACK. Feedback = a happy pair.

Prologue:

         There was a whisper in the darkness of the bedroom, his name

against his lips. Gentle hands threaded through silky strands of black

that brushed against her bare skin. Her lips captured his again in

another deepened kiss, and her tongue briefly brushed over his lips. A

moan escaped from him as her hands drew him down, his kisses moving

along her lavender scented skin, pausing, lingering over the softness of

her chest. And his hands sought to memorize every inch of her body. Her

own hands slid along his back as his fingertips glided over the curve of

her hips. Hands gripped his shoulders as he entered her, and he murmured

her name against her neck, offering a teasing nip to the soft skin.

        

         She pushed herself up against him, and he held her close to his

body. Another moan, louder this time, as her nails dug into the skin of

his shoulders, and he moved faster.

        

         "Elena." he repeated.   

        

         Her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. He drove in again

and again, and their breathing grew erratic. She tried to call out his

name but found she couldn't, only managing a guttural moan as her back

arched again.

        

          She moved against him, nearing her climax. He shifted and

brought his mouth to meet hers again, lightly catching her bottom lip

between his teeth. Tightening her legs around him, she felt him shiver.

        

         They gasped against each other's lips, feeling their bodies

near the edge. Another fluid motion and -

        

    Stefan blinked. Suddenly, his eyes no longer beheld his lover,

but a vast, rolling plain of green grass. Hills loomed before him, and

the sun-filled sky was a beautiful and blue. But Stefan didn't want the

blue sky and green landscape. He wanted to be back in his bed with

Elena. _Badly._

    The scene shifted, and Stefan grew even more confused. A forest

appeared, and out of the trees leapt a brilliantly white horse, its

hooves pounding on the earth. Shock filled Stefan; a long, pointed horn

rested on the horse's forehead.

    _A unicorn?_ Stefan thought. _What on earth?_

    The image blurred, and suddenly a dragon flew at Stefan,

breathing fire into his eyes. He panicked, trying to shield himself, but

he could not move, and he did not feel a thing when the fire reached his

eyes.

    Another flash, and Stefan saw a crowd standing in awe before a

river. The people were pointing at the water and staring, whispering

amongst themselves. A fin suddenly broke the surface of the water, and a

moment later, a girl peeked her head out from beneath the surface.

    More and more images dashed before his eyes, and Stefan found

his confusion strangely outweighing his agitation.

    _This is getting ridiculous...To be torn out of my bed for

this..._

    The scene stopped. A woman stood before him, and Stefan was

ashamed to admit that he found her to be stunningly beautiful. Her hair

was silken and long, tumbling waves of ebony. Flowers crowned her head,

strung together in a delicate halo. Her skin was smooth and pale, her

cheeks pink and her full lips rosy. She wore a thin, airy gown of

silvery blue, and it billowed out behind her with the breeze. Her eyes

were a gleaming silver color, a hint of blue weaved within their depths.

    Her face was solemn, her eyes focused directly on Stefan. She

looked sad, almost.

    "I need your help," she whispered softly. Her voice sounded like

silver bells, sweet, and yet her sadness pervaded into the sound. "The

world of magick has begun to overlap the mortal realm, and if we do not

stop it, the consequences will be disastrous. A great evil is

approaching, and I cannot stop it alone.

    "I leave the choice to you. Whether you help me or not is your

own device. Should you decide to aid me in my quest, come to this place;

come to Ireland. There, you will find what you need to lead you here."

    "And if I don't? Just what could happen?" Stefan heard himself

asking, surprising himself.

    "Chaos."

    She blurred, and it was Elena beneath him again, her eyes wide.

He gasped as they tumbled unexpectedly over the edge into ecstasy.

    They shivered violently against one another, grasping each

other, holding on tightly. Stefan's eyes clenched shut, confusion

swarming his mind.

    "Elena." he began, trying to phrase his thoughts. "Did you.?"

    "You saw it, too?" Elena whispered, her eyes filling with

relief.

    Stefan nodded, toying absently with a strand of her hair. "What

an awful moment to be yanked out of your body."

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