This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, I just had this stuff in my head and had to get it down. I know it's not the most original idea but here is my version.
I of course do not own the vampire Diaries, but I do own Ava and her story
Ava had died. If she could sigh she would, the blackness surrounding her giving no sense of time or of body. No way to track how long she was here, could be mere seconds, although at points she had felt she had stayed so long she had been on the verge of losing her sanity. The blackness was complete, no far off lights, no shadows, no grey. She wasn't even sure she had a body when she was there, only sure of her consciousness. She could think when here could contemplate any and everything, but the blackness so thoroughly engulfed her that those thoughts couldn't create a picture, just blackness.
In an attempt to distract herself Ava thought back to the life she had just lived. She remembered the people she had called friends, the changes she had made in their lives… in their story. She knew this was to be a short stay, before she could decide if she felt truly satisfied with the changes she caused, she felt it. The unseen force pulling on her, pulling her from the blackness.
Ava braced herself as best she could for what she knew was coming. What always came before she was placed into the next life, it was time for the replay. Her life flashed before her eyes, and it was exactly that, a flash. And yet as with the blackness it felt so achingly slow as if she were reliving that life again. Of course it couldn't be just any life, not one of the many lives she had so far lived in the worlds of the movies, tv shows, and even books she had so loved at one time or another. No it was hers, the painful, pitiful, and sad life of a 28 year old Ava Louise Marx. For some reason the unseen force that decided where she went and what lives she lived made her re-watch her life before placing her consciousness somewhere new. As if she needed reminding of who she had been.
She watched it all, as if there had been a choice to do otherwise. She saw herself being born to two parents too young to truly be ready for a child. She became a shy child who's father left her and her young mother, to start a new family. Going to her father's funeral and meeting her half-brother for the first time. Watching her hopes of a sibling relationship be dashed to the floor as he rejected her. Dropping out of collage to work and take care of her mother, as her body succumbed to cancer. Her beautiful mother Emily, Ava's best friend. They hadn't known she was sick till it had been to late to fix it. She had felt so alone after her mother's death. No family left to claim as her own, and few friends. Her mother's death had left her vulnerable, the sad 22year old, ready for HIM to sweep in and save her from her loneliness, But he had been no hero.
Ava had never considered herself beautiful, not like her mother, no she had been what she called average. At 5'7" she wasn't exactly tall, neither was she short. She had always felt her eyes were the best feature she had, she never really knew what color to call them. Every time she looked in the mirror they were changing, first blue, then green, no now they are grey. Her hair had been a pretty honey blond color, just enough brown in it to not be considered fully blond. And her skin fair due to always being inside reading, or re-watching her favorite moves and tv shows.
He had come along 4 months after her mother's death, and he had made her feel like a princess for the first time in her life. It had been a whole new feeling for her, falling for him. He had made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room when he looked at her, like she could be more then the shy, lonely, sad nerd she had always been. He had wanted that feeling to last to not go back to being the sad lonely girl from before him. He started changing her slowly, giving more and more of his opinions to her until she accepted them as her own to make him happy and stay with her. He chipped away at her little by little until there had been nothing left, and suddenly it was 6 years later and she was even more alone then she had been. Now not only did she not have any family, she had no friends either, having allowed him to maneuver them out of her life. He dictated her life what she wore, where she went, and when he hit her the first time he had promised it would never happen again. That had been a lie, and soon it felt as if the only thing he knew how to do was lie and hurt her, claiming to love her in one breath and hitting her in the next. Blaming her all the while, it was her fault she could never be what he really wanted what he really needed.
She saw it approaching, her death, and she supposes she could claim it as a revenge of sorts. She had been depressed for a while at the time, and had miscarried another baby two weeks ago after a beating. They had gone to a dinner party at one of his co-workers homes, and she had said the wrong thing. He had laughed it off at the time but she had felt the tightening of his arm around her. His fury was radiating off of him now as he drove them home. She knew what was waiting for her when they reach the house and the door closed. She had seen her chance then to escape him and this life she lived and taken it. He was driving to fast as he headed into the turn and the wall of the canyon in front of them. She had gathered whatever strength she had and didn't pause to think, she had undone her seatbelt and reached over at the last second to pull the steering wheel from his hands, wanking it out of the turn he had started turning back to point the car straight forward. The car smashing head on into the wall of rock and stone. She had lived just long enough to watch the life drain out of his eyes before she fell into the blackness for that first time.
The first time she had been pulled from the blackness, her life had played in front of her as it did now. And then she had been re-born, literally. Born as an infant, to new parents, in a world from a book she had read and re-read in her original life. She ha been 5yrs old when her brain could finally process the complexity of what was happening to her. She had the same first name, same young body and face that would grow to look like she had in the mirror in her first life. She had a photographic memory that let her remember every details of the book's world that allowed her to insinuate herself into the lives of the characters she had remembered. It didn't happen the same way with the next life though, she wasn't re-born as a new character. No the next life brought her to the world of her favorite movie, and taking place of the heroine, the character's memories filling her head within moments of her waking for the first time in the new body. She always knew with in moments of awakening or being born what world, what story she had arrived in.
Through trial and error she had learned a few rules of this existence she had. She could die in these new lives, but if she died before what would be the last page of the book, or final scene in the tv show or movie, it all restarted. She was reborn or awakened to the same life. If she reached the ending the unseen force allowed her to live her currant life to what ever conclusion it took. Weather it was dying of old age with children and grandchildren around her, or what would be months or years later being killed by some bad guy. She never seemed able to talk to anyone about what was happening to her, Ava had tried in one life and it had felt as though the words were chocking her unable to speak them. The pressure only letting loose when she had decided to give up trying to spill her secrets.
Ava watches as the life left her own eyes a smile gracing her lips as she died, and the scene fades back to blackness. A new scene starts playing, the death she had received in the last life she had lived. She had been a born werewolf in the world of Teen Wolf. She watched as a hunter puts rounds of bullets into to her torso, her body falling to its knees before collapsing lifeless to the cement under her. She had enjoyed that life, the strength and senses she had, the friends and family she got to claim as her own. That scene fades back to blackness, a final pull comes and she can feel the new life surrounding her.
She knew she was in someone else's body, but instead of the characters memories swarming her head it was as if a thick fog encompassed every memory. Ava opened her eyes and saw that she was drowning, She was in the back seat of a car, buckled into place. Water surrounded her filling the car completely, in the front a man and a woman struggled to release themselves, I am sure I should have recognized them but could not place them. The woman's struggles were growing weaker, the air starting to escape her mouth. The man struggled on, and I knew I should be struggling too, but I felt too weak, my lungs already filling with water, the lack of air causing me to see black spots. Just before I lost consciousness I saw the man point to me.