Disclaimer: I do not own Elena, Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, Matt, Meredith, Alaric, or any other name or character associated with The Vampire Diaries. They are all the sole property of Ms. Lisa Jane Smith. The characters of Gena, Will, Gavin, and all other characters not from the original series are mine. The song lyrics for "Goodbye to You" belongs to Michelle Branch.
This is a fan fic that I've been working on since last summer. Believe it or not, but I've only put up a few of the chapters. Some of these chapters are short, but they are broken up from the others for a reason. If you have any advice to give, or if you like it, please contact me. I am currently having trouble taking documents and putting them in; the spacing and return characters are getting really messed up. Please be patient with me. Thanks, and enjoy!
'I don't know why these college kids complain about food so much. It's not that hard to find something good to eat,' Gena thought, as she licked up the last few drops of blood from her victim's neck. It was easy for her at least. Especially with these crazy college kids, which she had become. She went out every night to any of the local clubs, where she finds people who are all too willing to die. She liked the taste of the most attractive, yet arrogant, men. They were the easiest for her to catch. They would take one look at her; tall, black hair, black eyes with little flecks of green, sleek body, an intoxicating smile, and the stupid mortal boys would lose all reason. They thought they were god's gift to women. Then there are others that she felt sorry for, such as Gena's current victim, an Ecstasy addict on the verge of death. She gently placed him against a wall and left the club for the night, feeling full yet unfulfilled.
Gena awakened in her dorm room the next morning to the sounds of her stereo, feeling partially refreshed and energized. The obnoxious red numbers on her digital alarm clock on her desk read 8:00 as she made her way out of her soft bed. She was definitely not a morning, let alone day, person. Her linen curtains billowed and she felt the warm southern breeze blowing in through her open window.
'It's going to be a hot one today,' she said softly to herself.
Gena stretched and looked out her small window onto the small campus of her school. Everything was teeming with life, especially the male volleyball players and female sunbathers. Spring had finally arrived, although it was always warm in Louisiana. Gena's first class on Friday was at 9:30 in the morning, which only gave her and hour to get ready. It also only gave her an hour to finish any homework that she didn't get done the night before. Never one to be the procrastinator, this was no concern of hers because she was ahead on her homework for the week. Gena got her shower shoes on and headed towards the co-ed bathroom.
Taking a seat near the back of the class, Gena listened to her fashion design teacher, Mrs. Maples, for the last time. Finals were next week; making this the last full class she had to suffer through. Not that it was a bad class, but it was conducted in dreaded room 111, which happened to be the only room at Magnolia College to have no air conditioning. Everyone was glad to say goodbye after spending one warm day during the spring. Gena could feel her tank top clinging to her back and her hair matting to her forehead. She rummaged through her bag and finally found a ponytail to put her wavy hair up.
For her final, Gena had to make a presentation on her last course in her fashion design major. The students had to choose a focus for the project. Gena knew what she was going to do right away; the history of fashion. Everyone else shied away from that topic because they felt it was the most boring and intense. Little did anyone know that Gena had seen history over the course of hundreds of years, including fashion, with her own eyes. Not only that, but she also had actual dresses left over from each time period she lived in, locked away in ancient chests.
'This is going to be so easy,' she thought gleefully as she looked at the clock and started to pack up her books.
"Ok class, remember the final is on Wednesday at noon in media room 214. Have a good weekend!" With that the whole class left, never to return to that hot, sticky, sweaty room again.
"Hey Gena, could you hurry up! Madame Antoinette is going to chop off our heads for this shit! She hates when her students are late!"
"Alright Zoë, hold on," Gena yelled through her closed door. Finally, she opens the door, fully dressed in her ballet practice outfit. The two friends walked briskly off to their ballet practice.
"What the hell were you doing in there? Waxing your legs or something? ," Zoë said while giving Gena an inquisitive look.
Gena looked back at the girl next to her. Zoë, with her short and spikey black hair along with numerous piercings, did not look like the typical ballerina. If she had anything that resembled one, it was her long and lean body. Her friend's bright blue eyes looked at her in a laughing way as she stuck her tongue out at her.
"No, I was waxing my bikini area," Gena said sarcastically. "I couldn't find my favorite slippers, Zo. Sorry if I interrupted your busy schedule."
"You and your 'lucky' shit. I just put on what ever I see first."
"If you could find it in your room that is. Thus the difference between you and me, Zo; I have class," Gena said while giving her a devilish wink.
"Screw you, Salvatore," Zoë said, which she then stuck out her tongue to give Gena the raspberries.
"Oh real mature, Zo. You should be..." Gena's sentence was halted by the presence of her instructor.
"Girls!! What time is it?" Madame authoritatively questioned. Zoë and Gena both looked at each other, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't involve them having to do Fouette turns for an hour.
"Time to shut up and dance?" Zoë replied innocently.
"Uh...I guess you could say that, Miss Porter. Now, go warm up!"
Gena and Zoë took their places at the bars and began to plie and rise.
"Now girls, we must work hard, for your performance is only four days away."
"Yes, Madame," Gena replied earnestly, always wanting to better perfect the skill she had since her human teens.
"Yes, Madame," Zoë said mockingly in Gena's direction. Zoë hated to practice and it showed; her form was becoming sloppy.
"Miss Porter, straighten up! Look to Miss Salvatore if you want to see true form." Zoë gave Gena a harsh glance. Gena knew how much Zoë hated to be compared to other members of the troupe, especially in front of everyone in the class.
"Now, girls, I have finally figured out what the last number you two will perform at the recital..."
"With all respect Madame, how do you expect us to learn a new number in four days?" Gena said.
"You two are my finest students, you will do fine. I have faith that you will be able to do this song with no problem. You will be visually interpreting the Waltz of the Snowflakes from The Nutcracker."
"Oh, groovy," Zoë said sarcastically; she wanted to do a song that wasn't so classical. "I want to visually interpret my foot up her ass," she said under her breath.
Gena couldn't help but laugh at her best friend. She was the funniest person she knew, actually, she's the funniest person she'd really ever known.
Gena and Zoë continued to dance for three grueling hours. The clock in the dance studio finally read that it was time for dinner.
"Thank you, God! I am starving and my feet are so frickin' swollen. Why can't this school have a Jacuzzi or something? Sigh. Let's start heading back to the dorm. I'm going to go change into some other clothes. You are comin' Salvatore?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute. I'll be right with you."
"Alright, I'll see you in the locker room."
Gena looked at her reflection in the mirror, the same one that looked back at her over the past five hundred years.
'I wonder what I would have looked like if I aged...' Gena thought to herself while her hand lightly brushed her cheek, trying to feel for wrinkles that were not there. They would never be there. On many occasions, she wished that she could change her current state and be like everyone else. Her mind was conflicted with thoughts about her present 'life'. She could end her immortality by the sun if she wanted to. Yet, she chose to live through heartache, disappointment, and tragedy that had occurred in her new life. She was a glutton for punishment.
The sound of a tree brushing against the studio window brought her back to life. It was windy outside, and a storm was brewing. She grabbed her bag and headed towards the locker room and whatever else awaited her.
"Oh crap! I forgot my keycard! Can you let me in, Gena, my friend, my pal, my bestest..."
"Zo, please. Spare me. Of course I'll let you in, you psycho."
Gena scanned her key card and heard the annoying beep that let the students know they could open the door. She liked living at Aurora Hall. It small, more like a frat or sorority house, just like the other three halls on campus: Twilight Hall, Dawn Hall, and Luster Hall. All the houses used to be part of a plantation during the early 1800s. Aurora had been the main house, so it was definitely the nicest.
Each hall was named for the nature that surrounded them. Twilight was named because it was the farthest house to the west, thus getting the best sunset. Dawn was aptly named because it was the farthest house to the east, which gets the best sunrise. Luster hall was named because it was closest to the waterfront, and the light on the water produced a beautiful play of shimmer on the water. Aurora was named for the light that it gets from the sunrise, although its not directly east. The morning sun casts a beautiful luminescent light on the hall. Each hall housed only twenty people on its three floors; most of the students who went to Magnolia were commuters from New Orleans. The first floor had a common living area, which had a pool table, a couch, and a television with cable at Aurora. This floor also had a 'gourmet' kitchen, a small dining room, and a twenty-four hour computer lab. Although Gena had a computer in her room, she felt more focused when she worked at the lab. The stairs on the first floor led up to the second, which was made up of dorm rooms and the famous co-ed bathroom. Gena, Zoë, and her other friends, Hannah, Em, and Gena's boyfriend, Philip, lived on the second floor.
Gena looked around the common room, which they named the recess room, and saw Em sitting on the couch watching her favorite show, The Real World on MTV.
"Hey Gena, what took you and Zo so long? Hannah couldn't wait and she's already in there probably working on her second helping of cereal. I thought I was going to starve waiting for you two to get here," Em said with a smile as she rose from her indented seat on the couch, we'd proved that she had been watching the marathon all day.
"Gena had to wax her legs," Zo said, giving Gena a wink.
"Say what," Em replied, giving them an odd look.
"Inside joke," Gena said.
"Whatever," Em said as the three made there way to the dining hall.
After they got there plates full of whatever looked edible for the night, which ended up being fries, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cereal, they located the table that Hannah had saved. They all started to pick at there food. Gena only had one bite of her sandwich and that's all she could stomach. Even the schools peanut butter tasted horrible. She put the sandwich done with a look of disgust on her face.
'I got to go out tonight and feed,' she thought to herself.
"What's wrong with you Gena, you never eat anything...are you anorexic or something," Em asked.
"No," Gena responded, "I just eat my stuff in my room. I hate the kibble they serve down here."
"So, are we still on for the sleep over tonight," Hannah asked, while picking at her 'food', her red hair falling in her clear blue eyes. Hannah was what Gena would consider a beautiful girl.
"Of course," Gena said, "My room at eight tonight. Remember to bring anything edible. I have popcorn and soda, but other than that, my fridge is empty of junk food. Bring any movies you'd want to watch, games, etc."
"How about strip poker," Zoë said with a smile.
"Not unless there are guys at this shindig," Hannah said jokingly.
"Well, that wasn't very nice," Zoë replied, trying to look like she was upset, even though she couldn't stop laughing.
"I'm going to go make a quick run to the store before tonight. I have a list of stuff I have to buy," Em said as she played with one of her blue pigtails.
"Good, because we'll all be starving by eight, after eating this ...stuff. My god, is this supposed to be grilled cheese or a mortar?" Zoë picked up her sandwich and hit it against the table, leaving few crumbs. "To think that my stomach has to digest this crap!"
"I'm going to write some of stuff for the store down. Does anyone want something specific," Em said as she pulled a notebook and pen from her backpack.
Gena, Zoë, and Hannah looked at each other and then unanimously replied, "Chocolate!"