This story has been changed from the ones in the reviews as I didn't finish it and decided it was a mess. I have also updated the grammar and spelling, hope you like it!

There was a rumour going around Vampire Diaries fandom sites- the books were based on real events and Stefan and Damon actually existed, but no one could track down the source. Some people provided links to the site they saw it on, but then that site had another source and that source had another source or it didn't exist. It was weird that it didn't appear on Google or any other sites, it was only on the Vampire Diaries sites and they were red hot with the gossip. People were going crazy over sightings, but some of them were ridiculous and other people were trying to figure out where Fells Church really was, so they could visit in the hopes of seeing Stefan or Damon.

In the end an announcement was made on one site, the publishers sent the webmaster an email. It was true, the Vampire Diaries were based on real events and the people were real. The publishers had decided that since there was a big enough outcry from British fans that there would be a contest for them. Twenty lucky people would win the chance to spend two nights in a hotel where not only would they get to meet everyone for real, but would get the opportunity to ask one question.

Jess read the post and had to stop herself from jumping up and down and squealing. She was in the middle of the pavement and had gotten some very strange looks when she gasped. All she had to do was submit a question she wanted to ask, it could be to any one of them but questions such as "can you turn me?" or "will you bite me?" were banned. Another rumour was also doing the rounds that the publishers were not happy that the secret was out, someone had started spreading the rumour because they weren't happy with the books written by the ghost writer and felt the truth needed to be told.

All the message boards and communities offered just one name as the person who started it - Damon.

The catch was that the competition was open to UK residents for one week only, normal competition rules obviously didn't apply. By the time Jess found out about it she had two days left to think of a question, or rather to decide on a question as she had a million questions she wanted to ask. Finally she settled on one and sent it off, then having second thoughts she scrolled through comments and message boards to see if anyone else had thought of it. She was surprised to find that no one else had and some of the questions were just stupid, she snorted at the one that asked if Damon was in a relationship with Bonnie- why ask that? You'd find out at the event anyway, or the one that asked where Fells Church was in Virginia.

Jess waited two weeks and then had an email to say that she was one of twenty people invited to stay in a small hotel in London. She was in the middle of a lecture and nearly dropped her phone with shock, her classmates were staring at her and one of them asked in a whisper if she was okay, she could just about find the word yes and couldn't concentrate the rest of the lecture. The email gave her a date and told her the rest of the information would follow closer to the time.

Two more weeks passed and another email came- this one had everything, she had the name of the hotel, an itinerary and was told that she would be sharing a room with one other person. The panic set in when she saw a formal meet and greet- she needed a dress! She had two months to find one, it should be easy. But she looked in every shop and couldn't find one, so as she was at Uni just outside of London, she hopped on a train one Saturday and went to Oxford Street, the Regent Street but couldn't find anything.

The next day she decided to give it one last shot and went to Camden.

Camden High Street was full of tourist tat, the market had some good t-shirts but the shops were full of I love London items that cost the earth. Jess ignored this and went straight to the Stables, a market full of shops and stalls with items made by local designers and independent shops set in a Victorian horse hospital on the banks of the Regents Canal at Camden Lock. Today the narrowboats were motorised instead of being pulled by horses and if you wanted to pay through the nose, you could take a ride to Little Venice or to London Zoo in the other direction.

Jess went into a lot of shops but one dress caught her eye, a knee length black dress, lined in a creamy gold with small circular clocks cut out of the lace enabling the lining fabric to shine through. Not too avant garde, but still pretty enough to accessorise and fit in with everyone else, they had her size and so she snapped it up.

Happy with her purchase and with the pressure off, she walked across the road where wasteland had become a second market of sorts with food stalls behind the Electric Ballroom, she queued up for a slice of handmade pizza and watched as a boy in the shed like stall started to flirt with the girls in front, taking dough from his colleague and demonstrating how to make a pizza. The first time he threw it in the air in an attempt to show off it finished badly, the base spun in the wrong direction and hit a pyramid of canned drinks behind him, one fell and hit his unamused colleague on the head- the girls giggling and Jess trying not to laugh.

Eventually, the now humiliated boy gave her a slice of pizza and a drink and she found a spot on the canal to eat and browsed the itinerary on her phone while she ate.

Day one check in between four and five,

The meet and greet was at eight and finished at eleven, dinner not provided for night one.

Day two-

Breakfast between seven thirty and nine

Nine thirty was the panel- where you could ask your question,

Lunch was at twelve until half one and after that there would be a photo op with the chance to buy the books and selected merchandise, then finally the chance to meet them individually in meeting rooms and then dinner between five and seven.

After dinner there was an informal farewell with a DJ, then checkout on day three was at 7 am.

Over the course of the next two months she lurked on the community sites, watching people post about how excited they were to be going and other people begging to know the name of the hotel so they could stand outside and wait for Damon or Stefan to come out. The letter had stated that the itinerary and the name of the hotel was to be top secret, anyone caught sharing the information wouldn't be welcome; precautions being taken probably so that hoards of screaming girls didn't turn up on the doorstep of the hotel.

Oddly enough no one seemed to share any of the information and Jess watched with interest the thoughts and questions that people put out there in the public domain. Was Elena a vampire? Were Damon and Bonnie together? What happened to Matt? What happened to Caroline and Tyler? There was one post in particular that she read, the poster Black_Dawn had said that they were going to change their question when they got there and ask Damon if he had ever been with a man? If he had then he was going to offer his neck to Damon.

This was too much for Jess, that's none of your business! Would you ask your favourite celeb crush if that? No, you wouldn't. That's something for your slash fics, not a message board that's monitored by the publishers who could uninvite you and who knows who else is lurking round here! She posted it in anger, but for the most part people agreed with her and said that they were curious to know if he had ever been Bi like Lestat or straight, but it wasn't something that they would ever discuss with him outright, it was just rude.

But then again a few girls were pondering who his companions had been over the years, were they princesses? Noblewomen? Or did he rescue a peasant and transform her from lowly drudge to pretty princess Cinderella style? Perhaps it was all three? He's had over 500 years to indulge in the beauties of Europe-, I'm sure he's done a lot of things with a lot of women. The person called Quoth always posted the most sensible answers and Jess approved highly, but this one struck a particular cord with her in the way it was worded, it was way too adult.

She looked at their profile and they were a newbie, only one month old and began to laugh out loud.