This is my first fic, and I'm really excited about it! :)
I'm also going to add that this supposedly takes place during Season 3 at some point as Jenna is dead, Elena is human, and Alaric and Jeremy are still alive.
So without further ado, I bring you the prologue to The Remarkable.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
Prologue
There was a clink of glass in the background and the sound of the music in the background as Damon Salvatore pressed his right hand against Tatum Wellington's back. He moved his hand so that it was against her waist, and with his other hand, he moved Tatum's hair so that it was out of the way. Pulling Tatum closer to him, Damon moved his mouth so that it was against Tatum's right ear. He felt Tatum slowly back away, and Damon twirled her around, her soft hands brushing against his fingers as she spun.
"Damon…" Tatum said quietly.
Damon gave a sly smile, bringing Tatum close to him so that their lips were almost touching.
"Tatum," he murmured. "This is the 1940s, a time to live."
Tatum raised her eyebrows and turned her head to the side. "Damon," she said. "I'm not like you."
"What do you mean?" Damon asked.
Tatum sighed, moving her hair back to its initial position falling down her back. She turned her gaze so that she was looking straight into Damon's eyes. "You know what I mean, Mr. Vampire. Don't play with me."
"But, Miss Human," Damon replied, his eyes mischievous. "You know that we can be together forever if you ask for it."
There was a flicker of uncertainty in Tatum's eyes before she pressed her head against Damon's chest. Damon bent his head down so that he could smell her hair, the scent of the lavender shampoo that she had used the night before wafting up his nose. But Damon could tell that there was something different about her, even if she wasn't going to say it.
"Tatum, what's wrong?" Damon whispered, the words barely audible. "You know I'll understand, no matter what it is."
Pulling away from Damon's Chest, Tatum looked Damon in the eyes, a look that was mixed with guilt and regret. "Damon," she said slowly. "I'm going to be honest with you because I love you." She spoke each word slowly as though she wasn't even certain she wanted to say what was going to say.
"I know what you're going to say," Damon said. "Just say it."
"I'm so sorry, Damon," Tatum said quickly, as Damon released his hold on her waist. "It's just that you're so different from me, and then there's someone else…"
"Someone else, huh?" Damon gave a quick shake of his head. "I should've known."
"It's not your fault, Damon," Tatum continued quickly. "But you—you should've known that this was never going to go anywhere. I just wish it didn't have to end like this. We were saving so much fun."
"But fun is good!" Damon persisted.
"I need more than fun, Damon. I—I'm human. You're not. You don't have to worry about the future like I do. You're going to live forever."
"Right…" Damon said slowly. "It's not your fault. I should have known."
"I'm so—" Tatum tried to begin, but Damon just interrupted.
"Please go."
Tatum hesitated before backing away and hurrying out the door. Damon stared after her as she headed outside. Damon heard the sound of the wind chimes as Tatum shut the door after her. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, making sure that no one was watching. Then he shot himself out of the door so that he was standing in front of Tatum who was evidently crying. The evening breeze blew Tatum's hair in front of her face.
"Damon, look—" Tatum tried to continue.
"I don't want to hear it," Damon said tersely.
Tatum looked at Damon desperately and uncertainly. "I'm going. You won't have to hear from me again, I promise. Just don't hurt me. You promised."
Damon pressed his finger to his lips and as if on cue, Tatum pursed her mouth shut. Damon grabbed Tatum, pushing her up against the alleyway besides the bar they had just been in.
"What're you doing?" Tatum asked, her voice a whisper.
"We were supposed to live together forever," Damon hissed, anger flaring in his eyes.
Tatum gave Damon a look of wild fear, but Damon ignored it. He took a deep breath before plunging his teeth into Tatum's neck.
The last thing he heard from her was her cry for help.
So how was it? I know that not much happened, but remember it's only a prologue! It's a set up for the entire book that you're about to read. And because I want to make this book the best that it can be, please review it and tell me what you think. It would mean the world to me. :) And if I could, I would compel you to review. JK.
xx.