Title: Le Fay (2/?)

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 2

"No, Bonnie. Absolutely not."

Bonnie sighed. She heard Elena's voice repeat the same things

over and over, but she didn't really listen. Ever since that vision

she'd seen, Bonnie had been determined that she'd go to Ireland. After

all, it wasn't every day you saw dragons and mermaids and unicorns as a

warning of approaching disaster.

"Elena, I saw the vision, too. I want to help," Bonnie

explained.

"No, Bonnie," Elena argued. "You can't go. It's too dangerous.

You're only human."

Bonnie frowned. "So what? You were human once, too, you know.

But that didn't stop you from facing a bunch of fanged vampires, did

it?"

She could hear Elena's exasperated sigh. She hated that.

Everyone always told her to stay home, that it was too dangerous. But

Bonnie was sick of staying home and letting Elena and Stefan handle

things. After all, she was psychic, wasn't she?

"Elena, I want to help," Bonnie said firmly.

"Bonnie, if you want to help, stay home."

Bonnie knew what Elena was trying to say. 'Stay home and stay

out of the way.' It made her seethe.

Stamping her foot impatiently, Bonnie replied, "I'm not

helpless, you know. I've been through everything right along side you,

so you have no right to tell me I can't help. I saw that vision for a

reason."

Elena was muttering something to Stefan, and it made Bonnie even

more angry to know that they weren't saying it all to her.

"Bonnie, please. Just promise me you won't go." Elena's voice

was pleading.

Knowing she wouldn't win, Bonnie sighed in defeat. "All right.

You win."

"Promise me, Bonnie."

"I promise, ok?" Bonnie groaned. Elena said her goodbyes, and

Bonnie slammed the phone down.

"There is no way in hell I'm staying here."

~*~*~*~

The flight from New York to Ireland had been long, and Stefan

and Elena had both remained rather quiet. Elena was sure Stefan had, at

some point, drifted off to sleep. They arrived in Europe, their minds

clouded from fatigue.

One bag to each of them, Stefan and Elena descended the stairs

from the plane. They looked at one another, Stefan's fingers lacing

through hers, and she gently, comfortingly, applied pressure.

"What now?" she asked quietly.

"Well, she did say whatever will lead us will be somewhere

around here, right?"

A nod. "It would have been nicer had she told us _exactly_ what

we're supposed to be looking for."

No sooner had she spoken the words, there was a strange shimmer

in the air. Gradually the tiny particles of light congealed and formed a

tiny, glowing ball of light. The small sphere bounced softly in the

air, winking at them.

"Well," Stefan murmured, "I suppose that's it."

The sphere began to move; seemingly leading them to wherever

their destination might be. To their surprise, and relief, they noticed

they were the only ones who were able to see the little ball of light.

It took them to an awaiting car that sat alone in a rather deserted

street. There it stopped, waiting for them to get inside. The keys were

inside the car, and the doors were unlocked.

No one was there to drive them, so Stefan took the liberty upon

himself. Elena sat beside him. The glow was in front of them and could

easily be followed down the streets, farther and farther away from the

town. After some time, the town faded and became green countryside.

Deep into the country they drove, Stefan's gaze growing somewhat

weary from concentrating on the little ball. Suddenly, Elena noticed

figures out in the distance. At that moment, the light began to flicker,

and Elena realized they were in the same secluded spot where the vision

had taken place.

Their "guide" began to fade, and they slowly got out of the car.

Glancing at each other, the two cautiously approached the small crowd of

people.

The group could not have been more than 8 people, and they all

looked rather tense. Their looks and styles varied widely, and Stefan

and Elena immediately sensed _something._ Some of the group noticed them

and informed the others.

A woman stepped forward. She was tall and lanky, her limbs

muscled slightly. Her hair was a light brown, long and disheveled. Her

clear grey eyes glanced over Elena and then Stefan, studying them. Her

lips were drawn in a thin line, her eyes narrowed. She wore torn jeans

and a loose T-shirt. She would have been pretty if not for long, thin

scar that stretched over her eye. It ran from just above her right

eyebrow down to her cheekbone and gave her a fierce appearance.

She stopped in front of them, crossing her arms and staring.

After a moment, she snapped, "And _you_ would be.?"

Elena was surprised at the tone of the woman's voice, but having

experience with Damon made her smile and say, "I'm Elena, and this is

Stefan."

The woman rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean _who_ are you. I meant

_what_ are you?"

Stefan's eyes locked onto this woman. Already he didn't like

her, and he wasn't about to tell her the secret he'd kept for 500 years.

He spoke up before Elena could. "Is this the place?"

Growling softly, the woman turned her back and walked over to

the group. She sat on the ground, just a little separate from everyone

else.

Stefan and Elena lingered behind for a moment. Stefan, a glance

to the woman, said to Elena, "Do you mind if I ask her to remove the

stick from her ass, or would you like to?"

Elena laughed quietly. Then, as she took his hand and began to

near the group, they stopped. She whipped around as the sound of

Bonnie's voice came from a distance.

"Elena! Stefan!"

They both groaned. "Bonnie McCullough. I thought I told you to

stay home!"

Bonnie had the sense to look sheepish. But only for a moment,

before she lifted her chin and placed her hands on her hips. Diminutive

she looked, but she had developed somewhat of a spine, and she was

determined to rid herself of being deemed "a kitten".

"Well, I'm here now, and just what are you going to do about

it?"

Elena sighed. "I suppose there's nothing I can do about now.

Come, we were just about to sit. But don't think I'm not still angry."

Stefan placed a hand on Bonnie's shoulder as she looked slightly

hurt. "She's just concerned about you."

She nodded, red curls bouncing lightly. "Oh! Guess what?!" she

chirped, immediately perking up. "Matt and Meredith are here, too!"

At this, Elena whorled around. "_What?_"

Stefan raised both brows in shock. "How did they find out?"

"I told them, of course!" She was smiling. "After all, we could

all use a vacation. It's not Scotland, but it'll do."

Elena's blue eyes flashed, and she looked about to rip Bonnie's

soft white throat to shreds. Seething, she couldn't even form a

sentence. Stefan lightly put an arm around her to try and calm her.

"I can't say I'm glad about this, Bonnie. But I can't exactly

send them home. Where are they, anyway?"

"Parking the car. That little ball thingy disappeared, and they

didn't know where to put the car. I saw you guys, and figured I'd better

let you know we were here."

There was a murmur behind them, and Bonnie glanced over her

shoulder. "Look! They're here!"

Meredith, looking stern, dark eyebrows drawn together, walked

beside Matt, who was looking more than a little worried, those blue eyes

cloudy. They stopped as they neared Stefan and Elena.

"I see you heard about this from Bonnie," Elena managed to tell

Meredith, though her words were slightly clipped.

"Well, don't act happy to see me or anything."

Another sigh. "I'm sorry, it's just.I didn't want Bonnie, or you

and Matt, involved in this. Who knows the possible dangers?"

"I'm just here for the ride," Matt said, his voice quiet. He

looked to Stefan and was glad when the vampire smiled.

"It's good to see you again, Matt."

Suddenly, the sound of an approaching car was heard. Everyone

looked to the distance, seeing the shape of a small black car zooming

towards them. The speed of the car was more than enough of a hint as to

who the driver was. Elena and Stefan exchanged exasperated and slightly

surprised glances.

The car screeched to a halt just in front of the crowd, and the

engine turned off. The windows were tinted darkly, and the sun bounced

off the windshield. The door opened, and the driver emerged.

Dressed head to toe in black, Damon fit the part of Italian

vampire. His jeans were tight, and his leather jacket covered his black

muscle shirt. The wind tousled his inky hair, and his eyes were hidden

by mirrored sunglasses. He shut the car door and sauntered over, looking

vaguely bored.

"I thought you weren't coming," Stefan said.

Damon smirked, his lips revealing a set of perfectly white teeth

and two sharp fangs. "And miss the party? Never."

Bonnie squeaked quietly, "I didn't think you'd come, Damon."

The vampire's head didn't move, and it was impossible to tell

through his glasses whether or not he even directed his gaze at the

small druid. "Hello, Bonnie. It's a pleasure, as always."

Matt wrapped his arm around Bonnie protectively, and Damon's

grin only grew wider. Suddenly, he removed his sunglasses, dark eyes

reflecting in the sunlight. His attention shifted and he stepped towards

the group, his smile never fading.

"Well, hello there, Randi. Fancy seeing you here."

The woman from before growled loudly, glaring at Damon. She

stood up quickly, her eyes glinting with nearly uncontrollable rage.

"Now, now, there's no need to be rude. We had fun, didn't we?"

Damon asked, his smirk growing larger by the minute. Elena was sure that

if it kept growing, Damon's lips would split.

"Shut up, vampire," the woman - Randi - hissed.

"What's wrong, Randi? Just because I kicked your ass - which, by

the way, is rather nice - doesn't mean we can't be friends."

Randi growled once more and pounced at Damon. To everyone's

shock, her form shifted mid-air, and when she landed in the spot Damon

had previously been, she was a wolf.

Damon stopped grinning. "Now, Randi, you wouldn't want me to

give you another scar to match, would you? You'd think your pride was

wounded enough. Do you really want to humiliate yourself in front of

everyone, werewolf?"

The wolf snarled angrily, but it ran off to where Randi had been

sitting, and it lay there, growling once more.

"What did you do to her, Damon?" Meredith asked.

"Oh, I 'invaded her territory'," Damon shrugged nonchalantly.

"She tried to kill me, and I just happened to beat her into the mud. No

reason for her to be so testy."

"I see you've all arrived," a voice said from behind. Everyone

turned around.

On the hill behind them stood the woman from the vision. The

wind played havoc with her hair, casting it out behind her with the

skirt of her dress. Even from the distance, they could see her silver

eyes.

"We shall begin, then."

~*~*~*~