First Chapter. Hope you like it. It's going to keep skipping back in time, showing us his past mingled with his present.
The French man began to walk down the deserted street, playing with the ring upon his third finger. He knew that if he took it off, life as he knew it would be over! But the real question was; would that really be so bad? His life; would you call it a life? His existence was mundane and somewhat meaningless. Nothing satisfied his thirst for life; not girls, not work, not violence, not even blood. He wanted something more! But to work out what MORE was, he'd have to go back, trace his steps, work out exactly what was missing in his life.
His life hadn't been like the lives of most vampires. He hadn't had a normal existence. He was born and bred a monstrous, killing machine or at least that's how he saw himself. He thought of his parents; their idea of parenthood was traditional in the dark dimension, it was brutal and unloving. Or at least that's how a human would describe it. His childhood had been pure blood lust; his father teaching him the family businesses, demanding that he follow in his footsteps.
He had of course rebelled, but his father had found his rebellion almost humorous. The others had been impressed by Sage's courage; it took a great amount of courage to stand up against Sage's father. However, Sage was unsure if it was courage that had instigated his rebellion or just a stupid, ignorance lack of fear. He would never admit it but he feared it was the latter.
He continued to think about his past as he walked down through the small American town. He had recently found himself doing the strangest things; like helping humans. He'd helped Damon and his girls that time in the dark dimension and he'd been so sure it was a one-time thing. But no, there he was again, helping Stefan not a week later with that little witch and the blonde one. He'd broken nearly all the rules and his father had fumed; he'd asked where his loyalties stood. Sage had been silently shocked. Words didn't come. He wanted to answer, but he had no answer. He had been sure his father would have found his new rebellion funny like every other, but this time something was different. He'd clearly had enough. "Sage, your games are becoming dull!" He'd said. Sage had walked away without a word. He didn't know what he could say, or what he should say.
He'd come back to Earth in the hope that he might find something here, but now that he was walking the same streets that had been full of humans just hours before he began to realise that the answer wasn't here. It was at that moment that he heard a voice in his mind calling to him, asking for help and as always he came to the rescue; saving the humans AGAIN. This time his father would not just be angry but he was certain there would be consequences.
He began to run. He wasn't that far from them. A few miles north. He wondered how Bonnie had managed to get herself in danger. Those three human girls were far too involved in the spiritual world to live long lives, unless they became a part of it… his mind wandered to the dark haired one, Meredith. He respected her. She was so calm and cool – nothing shocked her. She was something different. She wasn't any normal human girl. Of course that's partly because of her hunter parents, he thought. Then again not one of those three girls were 'normal'; Elena the leader, the guardian, the protector, Bonnie the witch, the child, the innocent, Meredith the hunter, the astute one, the perceptive one. They were definitely not normal.
On entering Fells Church, he realised what was happening from the thoughts of his friends. He knew the story before even setting eyes on them. Here he was again, helping the humans and for some reason that didn't make sense to him, he was glad to do it.