Title: Edge of Eternity
Author: Lisa Harrison
Email: dancinginthedark2002@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Vampire Diaries series
Disclaimer: The ideas, characters and storylines from the Vampire Diaries Series belong to LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Rating: 15
Summary: Now 17, Margaret Gilbert is sick of living in the shadow of her long dead sister Elena. She's determined to make her own name known, but is teaming up with a few dangerous strangers, and a 500 year old vampire really a good idea?
Notes: feedback appreciated.
Part 1
Dear Diary
She's scary. Most people think she's got this cool mysterious thing about her. Those who have been around Fell's Church for some time, know mysterious strangers tend to be a problem.
Connie's convinced she could be dangerous. The new girl could give us some competition.
I've done everything I can to get out of my sister's shadow. I'm stick to death of hearing about that bitch. Elena is dead and gone, why can't people just forget about her? Aunt Judith talks about her all the time. I used to be absolutely thrilled to hear about Elena.
Bonnie used to come over to see me sometimes, I loved to listen to the stories she'd tell about Elena and Stefan. Now I just switch off. Bonnie hasn't come by in almost two years. I feel like I've wasted half my life trying to be Elena.
This will be my junior year. My life is just like hers. I have two best friends: bubbly, bouncy Connie, boy crazy cheerleader, and sensual, intelligent Darla, the voice of reason. Basically, we're the next generation of Elena, Bonnie and Meredith.
I'm starting to hate being so popular. I hate being judged on who I'm dating, what I think about certain people, whether or not I think the latest new pop group are cool. I want *more*. There has to be something *I'm* destined to do. Something I can do that will be different from Elena.
I've drifted completely off the point, haven't I? I was supposed to be telling you about the freaky new girl Veronique.
(These days I just love any chance I get to rant about how much I hate Elena, so forgive me, you understand, right?)
Veronique is already a hit with the guys. She's tall and almost insultingly slender. She's kind of like Aaliyah - the singer? - in the looks department. She's not your run-of-the-mill popular girl. She totally snubbed Connie who tried to welcome her into our group.
She's aloof and almost mean. Yet everyone's intrigued by her. The strangest thing is, Suzanne, my rival, nominated her for Homecoming Queen, and she accepted. And my secret, I guess, is that I kind of like her. She's...I don't know her well enough to find words.
I'm dreading school in the morning. I think my friends are stating to notice my behaviour is getting weird. I want to shock them, I want to do something they'd never think I'd do. I want to be known as Margaret Gilbert not Elena's little sister.
I want -
Margaret Gilbert stopped writing. That was odd. She put her diary down on her nightstand. Her eyes moved to her large window opposite the bed. She pushed back her covers, switching off the bedside lamp. She was drawn to the window, feeling almost like she was in some tacky Dracula movie. Any minute now the window would open on their own and a white fog would blow in.
No fog came, the window didn't open. Margaret could see nothing outside. She smiled, shaking her head. She peered out the window, looking at the rows of silent houses. Of course there was nothing there. Nothing had happened in Fell's Church for years now. It had gone back to being a peaceful town Which made Margaret extremely disappointed.
Glancing at the digital clock radio, she saw the green numbers only read 11:30 p.m. She sighed. Why did it feel like the middle of the night?
On an impulse Margaret pulled on her jeans and a black top. She stuck a denim jacket on, putting her keys and wallet in the inside zipper pocket.
She picked out the door. The house was quiet and dark, Aunt Judith's door was closed. The lights downstairs were off. Margaret crept out of her room, shutting the door as silently as she could.
She sneaked down the stairs, making her way to the front door. She stopped, thinking she heard Robert in the kitchen. She ducked out of the house as quickly as she could before he could catch her.
She hurried down the street, not really sure where to go. She'd never sneaked out before. There wasn't much of a club scene in Fell's Church as far as she knew. No after hour clubs she could hang out at.
She wandered through the quiet, dark town, past the closed up shops. The movie theatre in the centre of town was open, but there were no late night movies she really wanted to see.
"Look who's ventured out after dark. Scared yet?"
Margaret's teeth gritted as she watched Suzanne's red convertible stop in front of her. Her short blond hair was curled into tight ringlets, she wore a short glittery red dress showing off her perfect curves. "Why would I be scared?" she said, trying to sound reasonable.
Suzanne snorted. "After what happened to your sister? Half her friends wound up dead or crazy. And then dead. And she just had the *worst* taste, dating suspected murderers and all."
"Yay for her," Margaret snorted in contempt. "So where are you off to then? Hookersville?"
Suzanna smirked. "What would you do if I said yes?"
Margaret smiled herself. "Id say take me along."
Suzanne burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right? Perfect little Maggie Gilbert in the seedy side of town, auditioning for 'Whores Are Us'?"
It was the last thing anyone would ever expect her to do. She wasn't sure if she wanted to sink that low that quickly. "Why not?"
Suzanna stared at her, shaking her head. "What's gotten *in* to you? Seriously, I'm meeting Veronique in some new club."
Margaret opened the passenger door and got in. "Take me with you, anyway."
Suzanna shrugged, and drove off. Margaret couldn't wait to see the looks on Connie and Darla's faces when they heard about this, hanging out with a girl she was supposed to hate.
The club itself was the only building on a darkened road. There were hardly any lights. Suzanne was frowning as she parked. "I don't like the looks of this."
Margaret could understand completely. The building kind of looked like an abandoned factory. There was one small door to the side where two girls were going in. Shrugging, she followed them.
Inside was no brighter than out, the lighting, if it could be called that, was shades of red and twisting. She just about recognised the music from some new heavy metal band in the charts.
The place was crowded, and Margaret lost site of Suzanne quickly. She couldn't see Veronique either. She made her way to the bar, just praying no one would ask her for I.D.
"You shouldn't be in here." The voice was male and in Margaret's right ear. It had a foreign accent to it as well. Before she could protest, an ice cold hand clamped down on her wrist, and the figure marched her out of the club, back out the door into the parking lot.
Margaret yanked her arm free, glaring furiously. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped.
The boy himself didn't look that much older tha her. He was short, with dark hair and unnaturally pale skin. His black eyes seemed endless, like holes sparkling with mysterious lights in their depths. His lips were curved in an amused smile. He wore black jeans and a shiny red shirt.
"A concerned friend of a friend," he answered. "Don't let me catch you in here again Ms. Gilbert. I might not be so kind next time."
"How am I supposed to get home? My friends are still in there," Margaret snapped.
The boy handed her a set of car keys. "The black Ferrari. I'll get it later."
"How will you - "
"I just know."
"You're not going to tell me your name, are you?" Margaret didn't want to think about how he knew hers.
"I'll give you a hint. It means 'saviour' in Italian." He flashed her a dazzling grin, and was gone.
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Author: Lisa Harrison
Email: dancinginthedark2002@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Vampire Diaries series
Disclaimer: The ideas, characters and storylines from the Vampire Diaries Series belong to LJ Smith, I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Rating: 15
Summary: Now 17, Margaret Gilbert is sick of living in the shadow of her long dead sister Elena. She's determined to make her own name known, but is teaming up with a few dangerous strangers, and a 500 year old vampire really a good idea?
Notes: feedback appreciated.
Part 1
Dear Diary
She's scary. Most people think she's got this cool mysterious thing about her. Those who have been around Fell's Church for some time, know mysterious strangers tend to be a problem.
Connie's convinced she could be dangerous. The new girl could give us some competition.
I've done everything I can to get out of my sister's shadow. I'm stick to death of hearing about that bitch. Elena is dead and gone, why can't people just forget about her? Aunt Judith talks about her all the time. I used to be absolutely thrilled to hear about Elena.
Bonnie used to come over to see me sometimes, I loved to listen to the stories she'd tell about Elena and Stefan. Now I just switch off. Bonnie hasn't come by in almost two years. I feel like I've wasted half my life trying to be Elena.
This will be my junior year. My life is just like hers. I have two best friends: bubbly, bouncy Connie, boy crazy cheerleader, and sensual, intelligent Darla, the voice of reason. Basically, we're the next generation of Elena, Bonnie and Meredith.
I'm starting to hate being so popular. I hate being judged on who I'm dating, what I think about certain people, whether or not I think the latest new pop group are cool. I want *more*. There has to be something *I'm* destined to do. Something I can do that will be different from Elena.
I've drifted completely off the point, haven't I? I was supposed to be telling you about the freaky new girl Veronique.
(These days I just love any chance I get to rant about how much I hate Elena, so forgive me, you understand, right?)
Veronique is already a hit with the guys. She's tall and almost insultingly slender. She's kind of like Aaliyah - the singer? - in the looks department. She's not your run-of-the-mill popular girl. She totally snubbed Connie who tried to welcome her into our group.
She's aloof and almost mean. Yet everyone's intrigued by her. The strangest thing is, Suzanne, my rival, nominated her for Homecoming Queen, and she accepted. And my secret, I guess, is that I kind of like her. She's...I don't know her well enough to find words.
I'm dreading school in the morning. I think my friends are stating to notice my behaviour is getting weird. I want to shock them, I want to do something they'd never think I'd do. I want to be known as Margaret Gilbert not Elena's little sister.
I want -
Margaret Gilbert stopped writing. That was odd. She put her diary down on her nightstand. Her eyes moved to her large window opposite the bed. She pushed back her covers, switching off the bedside lamp. She was drawn to the window, feeling almost like she was in some tacky Dracula movie. Any minute now the window would open on their own and a white fog would blow in.
No fog came, the window didn't open. Margaret could see nothing outside. She smiled, shaking her head. She peered out the window, looking at the rows of silent houses. Of course there was nothing there. Nothing had happened in Fell's Church for years now. It had gone back to being a peaceful town Which made Margaret extremely disappointed.
Glancing at the digital clock radio, she saw the green numbers only read 11:30 p.m. She sighed. Why did it feel like the middle of the night?
On an impulse Margaret pulled on her jeans and a black top. She stuck a denim jacket on, putting her keys and wallet in the inside zipper pocket.
She picked out the door. The house was quiet and dark, Aunt Judith's door was closed. The lights downstairs were off. Margaret crept out of her room, shutting the door as silently as she could.
She sneaked down the stairs, making her way to the front door. She stopped, thinking she heard Robert in the kitchen. She ducked out of the house as quickly as she could before he could catch her.
She hurried down the street, not really sure where to go. She'd never sneaked out before. There wasn't much of a club scene in Fell's Church as far as she knew. No after hour clubs she could hang out at.
She wandered through the quiet, dark town, past the closed up shops. The movie theatre in the centre of town was open, but there were no late night movies she really wanted to see.
"Look who's ventured out after dark. Scared yet?"
Margaret's teeth gritted as she watched Suzanne's red convertible stop in front of her. Her short blond hair was curled into tight ringlets, she wore a short glittery red dress showing off her perfect curves. "Why would I be scared?" she said, trying to sound reasonable.
Suzanne snorted. "After what happened to your sister? Half her friends wound up dead or crazy. And then dead. And she just had the *worst* taste, dating suspected murderers and all."
"Yay for her," Margaret snorted in contempt. "So where are you off to then? Hookersville?"
Suzanna smirked. "What would you do if I said yes?"
Margaret smiled herself. "Id say take me along."
Suzanne burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right? Perfect little Maggie Gilbert in the seedy side of town, auditioning for 'Whores Are Us'?"
It was the last thing anyone would ever expect her to do. She wasn't sure if she wanted to sink that low that quickly. "Why not?"
Suzanna stared at her, shaking her head. "What's gotten *in* to you? Seriously, I'm meeting Veronique in some new club."
Margaret opened the passenger door and got in. "Take me with you, anyway."
Suzanna shrugged, and drove off. Margaret couldn't wait to see the looks on Connie and Darla's faces when they heard about this, hanging out with a girl she was supposed to hate.
The club itself was the only building on a darkened road. There were hardly any lights. Suzanne was frowning as she parked. "I don't like the looks of this."
Margaret could understand completely. The building kind of looked like an abandoned factory. There was one small door to the side where two girls were going in. Shrugging, she followed them.
Inside was no brighter than out, the lighting, if it could be called that, was shades of red and twisting. She just about recognised the music from some new heavy metal band in the charts.
The place was crowded, and Margaret lost site of Suzanne quickly. She couldn't see Veronique either. She made her way to the bar, just praying no one would ask her for I.D.
"You shouldn't be in here." The voice was male and in Margaret's right ear. It had a foreign accent to it as well. Before she could protest, an ice cold hand clamped down on her wrist, and the figure marched her out of the club, back out the door into the parking lot.
Margaret yanked her arm free, glaring furiously. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped.
The boy himself didn't look that much older tha her. He was short, with dark hair and unnaturally pale skin. His black eyes seemed endless, like holes sparkling with mysterious lights in their depths. His lips were curved in an amused smile. He wore black jeans and a shiny red shirt.
"A concerned friend of a friend," he answered. "Don't let me catch you in here again Ms. Gilbert. I might not be so kind next time."
"How am I supposed to get home? My friends are still in there," Margaret snapped.
The boy handed her a set of car keys. "The black Ferrari. I'll get it later."
"How will you - "
"I just know."
"You're not going to tell me your name, are you?" Margaret didn't want to think about how he knew hers.
"I'll give you a hint. It means 'saviour' in Italian." He flashed her a dazzling grin, and was gone.
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