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.
Chapter 1
The bar came into focus, and Damon shook his head to clear it.
He was bewildered and a bit annoyed, but his vision was cleared, and he
could hear his new companion complaining about his lack of attention.
Damon abandoned the girl, to her outrage. After all, she was
only dinner. And his appetite was suddenly gone.
Taking the shape of a bird, Damon soared into the sky, unsure of
what to do. If he called Stefan, his brother might think he'd finally
lost it. But if his intuition was right.
Damon thought briefly of a bouncy little psychic he might call,
but he immediately dismissed the thought. He had no time to waste on a
hyper and smitten teenager. Yes, he'd toyed with the idea of
entertaining himself in those red curls, but it was ridiculous to deal
with a child like Bonnie McCollough as anything more than a game and
possible midnight snack.
The hotel came into view, and Damon landed on the balcony
outside his room. He shifted back to human form slowly, and his hands
slid the door open.
The room was dark, but Damon could see just fine. He traveled
over to the bed and sat down. Beside it was a night table, and on it
rested a telephone. Hesitating for a moment, he lifted the receiver. He
dialed the number - one he'd "found" with the help of a computer genius
- and listened to it ring. One. two. thr-
"Hello?" the voice murmured. It was so familiar to Damon, one
he'd never forget. He instantly wished he hadn't called.
"Hello, little brother," he said plainly. "I trust you're well?"
He could hear Stefan breathing heavily, as though his brother
were controlling some emotion raging against him. He could hear another
muffled voice in the background, and he waited with a smirk for his
brother to reply.
"What is it, Damon?" Stefan asked, his voice quiet.
"You know, brother, such a greeting won't improve our strained
relationship."
"Strained?" Stefan repeated with a small laugh. "I don't think
strained is the word for it, Damon."
"I do believe you're right. Now, tell me. Did you happen to have
a rather strange daydream just now?"
He heard Stefan's breath catch, and for some reason, the image
of his brother's cheeks reddening filled Damon's mind.
"So Elena and I aren't the only ones seeing unicorns and dragons
in the middle of -" the person in the background cleared her throat
loudly, and Stefan caught himself, but it was too late. Damon had quite
the picture of what had happened. He chuckled softly.
"So, we both were interrupted at. inopportune times, shall we
say?" Damon asked.
Stefan ignored that. "Are you going to go?"
"Go where? To Ireland? Of course not. I have better things to do
with my time. Or, rather, better people to do with my time," Damon
replied, a small grin flashing on his lips.
He could practically hear Stefan's eyes rolling. "I'm sure you
do, Damon, but you heard what that woman said. Wouldn't it be wise to at
least check it out?"
Damon flopped back onto the bed carelessly. "What for? She
invaded my thoughts, my time. The only reason I'd like to go is to kill
her for that little mind breaching. and maybe to see if she'd like to
replace my dinner date."
"I see you've been busy."
Damon smirked at that. His brother was growing a backbone.
"Nothing too special. The usual. Blondes, brunettes, the occasional
curly red-head."
"Not biting, Damon. I know for a fact that Bonnie is with Matt
and hasn't seen you since you left Fell's Church."
"Are you going to waste my time on the little twit's love life?"
Damon snapped.
"Excuse me," Stefan muttered, "but you called me, remember?"
"True, but I find that the longer I speak to you, the more brain
cells I lose," Damon retorted.
"Well, then, it shouldn't be too long until you're a blubbering
idiot. You're well on your way!" Stefan replied smoothly.
"Scratch that. The longer I speak to you, the more I want to
kill you," Damon hissed.
There was a struggle, and then Elena came on the phone. "I'm
sorry, Damon, but Stefan will have to go now. You see, we've been
interrupted once before, and we were quite busy. Good night."
There was a click, and then, after a moment, the dial tone
sounded loudly in Damon's ears.
He hung up the phone and laid back against the pillows. He tried
to block out the image of his brother in the throws of passion by
imagining wringing his brother's neck.
~*~*~*~
Stefan climbed onto the bed, glad to resume his now twice
interrupted attempts to make love to Elena. He smiled down at Elena,
kissing her softly.
"Where were we, again?" Stefan murmured into Elena's hair.
A grin spread across Elena's face as her hands traveled over
Stefan's stomach. "I believe I was about to -"
The phone rang, causing both of them to jump. For a moment, they
merely stared at each other in shock, but it rang again.
"For the love of God!" Elena cried. She rolled over to the side
of the bed and yanked the phone up. "What?!"
"There's no need to be rude!" Bonnie cried. Elena sighed; she
thought she had a good excuse.
"Sorry, Bonnie. I was in the middle of something," she
explained.
"Oh, and let me guess. This something is Stefan?" Bonnie
inquired. Elena could just see the look on Bonnie's face. "Between him
and the bed. yeah, that puts you in the middle. How is it so far?"
"Bonnie!" Elena cried in surprise. "That's none of your damn
business!"
Stefan wrapped his arms around Elena from behind, kissing her
shoulder softly.
"Sorry, but you can't blame me," Bonnie said. "Anyway, there's a
reason I called."
"I'm hoping there is," Elena muttered. She gasped as Stefan's
finger trailed over her naked breast; she could feel the teasing smile
on his face. She knew instantly that this conversation with Bonnie had
to end.
"Well, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, waiting for Matt
to pick me up. Do you have any idea how late he was? I was ready to kill
him. I mean, this is the second time he was late and it's just
ridiculous. Anyway, I was watching TV on the couch."
Elena covered the mouth piece of the phone as Stefan scrambled
off the bed and kneeled before her, pulling her legs over the side so
that her feet hit the floor. A mischievous grin was on his face, and
Elena was growing very afraid.
"And the TV show was just some cheesy romance soap opera crap
thing, and it was just making me even more angry at Matt, because, I
mean, how dare he make me wait, you know? And the movie was going to
start in a half hour, and I didn't want to miss one minute of it, you
know?"
Elena felt herself panicking. She mouthed, "Don't you dare."
Stefan's smile only grew wider. "Watch me," he mouthed back. His
hands slid up Elena's bare legs, her skin tingling at his touch. Her
legs felt too weak to stop him as he pulled them apart gently.
"And I really wanted to see this movie, I mean, I've been
waiting for it for months, you know? So I was getting really mad, and
this show was just so cheesy, and it wasn't helping at all, and so I was
just sitting there all alone, and I was thinking about maybe dumping
Matt, but I love the guy no matter how inconsiderate he can be."
Elena covered her mouth to muffle her gasp as Stefan's fingers
slid inside her. She glared at him, but he made her pay for it. She
gasped again, and then she moaned. He wasn't making this easy.
"And then the phone rang, and at first I thought it was Matt,
but it was my boss! He wanted me to come work! I hate that jerk! He knew
I had a date, he'd overheard me talking about it with my coworker
Allison. And he had the nerve to ask me to come work! I wanted to scream
at him!"
The phone fell from Elena's hand onto the bed, and her head fell
back as well. The sound of Bonnie's constant chatter was nearly drowned
out by the noise coming out of Elena's mouth.
"So anyway, I - Elena? Elena, are you listening to me? Elena,
can you hear me?!"
"Yes, Bonnie," Stefan called into the phone, "we can hear you
just fine!"
"Oh, hi, Stefan! How are you? So, did you hear about Matt? Of
course you did. Anyway, I was so mad that I just hung up the phone, but
I'm going to tell him that my phone went dead. Anyway, Matt finally
showed up, but we'd missed the beginning of the movie at that point so
there was no point in - what's that noise? Did you get a dog or
something?"
Elena snatched up the phone and snapped, "What's the point,
Bonnie?!"
"I was just going to tell you that I saw this weird vision
earlier with some unicorns and shit, jeez!"
Elena's gasp was a mix of shock and passion.
Stefan picked up the phone. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. We'll call you
back."
Elena glanced up at him through lust-filled eyes. "You're
ignoring the fact that Bonnie saw it, too?"
Stefan pushed her back onto the bed. "I'm a little frustrated
right now, thanks. I think we both need to finish this."
~*~*~*~
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.
Chapter 1
The bar came into focus, and Damon shook his head to clear it.
He was bewildered and a bit annoyed, but his vision was cleared, and he
could hear his new companion complaining about his lack of attention.
Damon abandoned the girl, to her outrage. After all, she was
only dinner. And his appetite was suddenly gone.
Taking the shape of a bird, Damon soared into the sky, unsure of
what to do. If he called Stefan, his brother might think he'd finally
lost it. But if his intuition was right.
Damon thought briefly of a bouncy little psychic he might call,
but he immediately dismissed the thought. He had no time to waste on a
hyper and smitten teenager. Yes, he'd toyed with the idea of
entertaining himself in those red curls, but it was ridiculous to deal
with a child like Bonnie McCollough as anything more than a game and
possible midnight snack.
The hotel came into view, and Damon landed on the balcony
outside his room. He shifted back to human form slowly, and his hands
slid the door open.
The room was dark, but Damon could see just fine. He traveled
over to the bed and sat down. Beside it was a night table, and on it
rested a telephone. Hesitating for a moment, he lifted the receiver. He
dialed the number - one he'd "found" with the help of a computer genius
- and listened to it ring. One. two. thr-
"Hello?" the voice murmured. It was so familiar to Damon, one
he'd never forget. He instantly wished he hadn't called.
"Hello, little brother," he said plainly. "I trust you're well?"
He could hear Stefan breathing heavily, as though his brother
were controlling some emotion raging against him. He could hear another
muffled voice in the background, and he waited with a smirk for his
brother to reply.
"What is it, Damon?" Stefan asked, his voice quiet.
"You know, brother, such a greeting won't improve our strained
relationship."
"Strained?" Stefan repeated with a small laugh. "I don't think
strained is the word for it, Damon."
"I do believe you're right. Now, tell me. Did you happen to have
a rather strange daydream just now?"
He heard Stefan's breath catch, and for some reason, the image
of his brother's cheeks reddening filled Damon's mind.
"So Elena and I aren't the only ones seeing unicorns and dragons
in the middle of -" the person in the background cleared her throat
loudly, and Stefan caught himself, but it was too late. Damon had quite
the picture of what had happened. He chuckled softly.
"So, we both were interrupted at. inopportune times, shall we
say?" Damon asked.
Stefan ignored that. "Are you going to go?"
"Go where? To Ireland? Of course not. I have better things to do
with my time. Or, rather, better people to do with my time," Damon
replied, a small grin flashing on his lips.
He could practically hear Stefan's eyes rolling. "I'm sure you
do, Damon, but you heard what that woman said. Wouldn't it be wise to at
least check it out?"
Damon flopped back onto the bed carelessly. "What for? She
invaded my thoughts, my time. The only reason I'd like to go is to kill
her for that little mind breaching. and maybe to see if she'd like to
replace my dinner date."
"I see you've been busy."
Damon smirked at that. His brother was growing a backbone.
"Nothing too special. The usual. Blondes, brunettes, the occasional
curly red-head."
"Not biting, Damon. I know for a fact that Bonnie is with Matt
and hasn't seen you since you left Fell's Church."
"Are you going to waste my time on the little twit's love life?"
Damon snapped.
"Excuse me," Stefan muttered, "but you called me, remember?"
"True, but I find that the longer I speak to you, the more brain
cells I lose," Damon retorted.
"Well, then, it shouldn't be too long until you're a blubbering
idiot. You're well on your way!" Stefan replied smoothly.
"Scratch that. The longer I speak to you, the more I want to
kill you," Damon hissed.
There was a struggle, and then Elena came on the phone. "I'm
sorry, Damon, but Stefan will have to go now. You see, we've been
interrupted once before, and we were quite busy. Good night."
There was a click, and then, after a moment, the dial tone
sounded loudly in Damon's ears.
He hung up the phone and laid back against the pillows. He tried
to block out the image of his brother in the throws of passion by
imagining wringing his brother's neck.
~*~*~*~
Stefan climbed onto the bed, glad to resume his now twice
interrupted attempts to make love to Elena. He smiled down at Elena,
kissing her softly.
"Where were we, again?" Stefan murmured into Elena's hair.
A grin spread across Elena's face as her hands traveled over
Stefan's stomach. "I believe I was about to -"
The phone rang, causing both of them to jump. For a moment, they
merely stared at each other in shock, but it rang again.
"For the love of God!" Elena cried. She rolled over to the side
of the bed and yanked the phone up. "What?!"
"There's no need to be rude!" Bonnie cried. Elena sighed; she
thought she had a good excuse.
"Sorry, Bonnie. I was in the middle of something," she
explained.
"Oh, and let me guess. This something is Stefan?" Bonnie
inquired. Elena could just see the look on Bonnie's face. "Between him
and the bed. yeah, that puts you in the middle. How is it so far?"
"Bonnie!" Elena cried in surprise. "That's none of your damn
business!"
Stefan wrapped his arms around Elena from behind, kissing her
shoulder softly.
"Sorry, but you can't blame me," Bonnie said. "Anyway, there's a
reason I called."
"I'm hoping there is," Elena muttered. She gasped as Stefan's
finger trailed over her naked breast; she could feel the teasing smile
on his face. She knew instantly that this conversation with Bonnie had
to end.
"Well, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, waiting for Matt
to pick me up. Do you have any idea how late he was? I was ready to kill
him. I mean, this is the second time he was late and it's just
ridiculous. Anyway, I was watching TV on the couch."
Elena covered the mouth piece of the phone as Stefan scrambled
off the bed and kneeled before her, pulling her legs over the side so
that her feet hit the floor. A mischievous grin was on his face, and
Elena was growing very afraid.
"And the TV show was just some cheesy romance soap opera crap
thing, and it was just making me even more angry at Matt, because, I
mean, how dare he make me wait, you know? And the movie was going to
start in a half hour, and I didn't want to miss one minute of it, you
know?"
Elena felt herself panicking. She mouthed, "Don't you dare."
Stefan's smile only grew wider. "Watch me," he mouthed back. His
hands slid up Elena's bare legs, her skin tingling at his touch. Her
legs felt too weak to stop him as he pulled them apart gently.
"And I really wanted to see this movie, I mean, I've been
waiting for it for months, you know? So I was getting really mad, and
this show was just so cheesy, and it wasn't helping at all, and so I was
just sitting there all alone, and I was thinking about maybe dumping
Matt, but I love the guy no matter how inconsiderate he can be."
Elena covered her mouth to muffle her gasp as Stefan's fingers
slid inside her. She glared at him, but he made her pay for it. She
gasped again, and then she moaned. He wasn't making this easy.
"And then the phone rang, and at first I thought it was Matt,
but it was my boss! He wanted me to come work! I hate that jerk! He knew
I had a date, he'd overheard me talking about it with my coworker
Allison. And he had the nerve to ask me to come work! I wanted to scream
at him!"
The phone fell from Elena's hand onto the bed, and her head fell
back as well. The sound of Bonnie's constant chatter was nearly drowned
out by the noise coming out of Elena's mouth.
"So anyway, I - Elena? Elena, are you listening to me? Elena,
can you hear me?!"
"Yes, Bonnie," Stefan called into the phone, "we can hear you
just fine!"
"Oh, hi, Stefan! How are you? So, did you hear about Matt? Of
course you did. Anyway, I was so mad that I just hung up the phone, but
I'm going to tell him that my phone went dead. Anyway, Matt finally
showed up, but we'd missed the beginning of the movie at that point so
there was no point in - what's that noise? Did you get a dog or
something?"
Elena snatched up the phone and snapped, "What's the point,
Bonnie?!"
"I was just going to tell you that I saw this weird vision
earlier with some unicorns and shit, jeez!"
Elena's gasp was a mix of shock and passion.
Stefan picked up the phone. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. We'll call you
back."
Elena glanced up at him through lust-filled eyes. "You're
ignoring the fact that Bonnie saw it, too?"
Stefan pushed her back onto the bed. "I'm a little frustrated
right now, thanks. I think we both need to finish this."
~*~*~*~
