A/N: Sooooo I don't know what I'm doing anymore. This idea came to me after reading a bunch of Vamp Diaries fic and here we are. I really am working on chapters for my other stories, but sometimes it just helps me to start something new. This was definitely inspired by the Vampire Diaries. I hate to assign GG characters TVD identities because it makes the writing less flexible. Idk. Dan is a Stefan/Damon hybrid. Serena is vaguely Elena (a doppelgänger). Blair will very much be a Katherine. And Vanessa as a witch. But all of this background will be explained in the next chapter when Dan finds Blair. This chapter was basically an intro/prologue.
I know I've been in a D/B/S mood, but this will be heavy DB by next chapter. I guess I hope people still read my stuff, even if it's not what they requested. I like trying out new things and experimenting with darker writing.
xo Gia
Dan is hungry.
He can feel the veins in his face pulsing, begging for blood. He doesn't move, stays stationery in his spot, and watches. He watches her. She pushes a few strands of blond hair behind her hear and smiles, all blue eyes and white teeth. He can hear the sound of her arteries pumping, blood rushing through her veins. He take a sip of whiskey to curve the appetite.
"Hi," a girl with long black hair and a tight magenta dress approaches him, "I'm Penelope. You must be Daniel."
Dan forces a smile, nods. "Dan. What's her name?" He asks, gesturing to the blonde standing at the keg. She's started glancing over her shoulder at him from across the room.
"Ah," Penelope clicks her tongue, glimmer in her eye fading quickly. "That's Serena."
Penelope begins talking about his transfer from St. Bart's, but Dan has already moved on, pushing past her on his way to Serena. His skull keeps echoing with the sound of a rabbit scampering about a mile away from him and Dan takes a deep breath, taps her on the shoulder.
Her smile is easy, charming. "I was wondering when you'd finally come over here."
"You looked bored," he shrugs. Her face overwhelms him, the familiarity of it. It also hits him with a wave of sadness. He notices the gold pendant hanging from her neck and reaches for it carefully, eyes still on hers, "This is a nice necklace."
His fingers touch the metal and it sears his finger tips. He rips his hand away and tries to hide the pain. Serena just grins. Vervain.
"I'm Dan," he extends a hand to her and she glances at it, but never offers her own.
She says, "I know," and takes a sip of her beer.
Dan finishes off his whiskey and pours himself another drink. There's something about Serena, how effortless everything is for her. Someone who seems so innocent and so damaged at the same time. Her dad left her family before she was even born, and her mother was killed in a car accident two years ago. One of those "right place at the right time," Dan had pulled Serena out of the car before the explosion. Serena, of course, would never remember that.
"We have Chemistry together, right?" He smirks, pushes his hair back with his hand.
"I think that's subjective," Serena beams and he follows her toward the bonfire, hands in pockets.
Dan was born in the 40's, but he had been twenty two years old since 1965, and his age wasn't about to change anytime soon. But that's a story of its own.
As of now he lives in a tiny Brooklyn studio, attending classes at NYU, and sitting three tables over from Serena in Chemistry 203. At first he hadn't even recognized her as the victim of that fiery wreck, then one morning she set a coffee on his table and he locked eyes with her. Holding her on that bridge while she coughed black smoke out of her lungs, he would never forget those eyes. Her whole body shook in his arms.
Seeing her now, standing in front of a fire, he's taken back to that night all over again. Serena seems to be thinking about the accident too, because she takes a deep breath and turns her back to the bonfire.
"Tell me something about yourself, Dan." She says, "Something real."
He tells her, "You're beautiful." And Serena looks down at her shoes. It makes Dan smile.
The likeness is uncanny, and he finds that he can't stop staring at her profile. He tries to find any differences but the only one he can identify is her hair. Cecilia always wore hers in tight, crimped curls, flaunting around in bellbottoms and crocheted bikini tops that made Dan's stomach stir. She was always so pretty.
Serena's hair is straighter, loose waves that fall carelessly over her shoulders. Serena is pretty, too, but it's different. He's not in love with Serena. He doesn't know Serena.
A young man throws his arms around Serena's shoulders and squeezes tightly, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"There you are, babe," he grins, broad. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
His eyes move to Dan and they narrow slightly. Dan pulls a hand from his pocket and offers it (once again.)
"Dan," he says. He's introduced himself more times that he normally likes to introduce himself at these things.
"Nate."
"Nate's my boyfriend," Serena tells him, and Dan nods, because he doesn't know what else to do, what else he should say.
He opens his mouth to respond but before he can, a scream rings through his ears. He waits for the noise to register on anyone else's face but nothing comes. He's the only one that can hear it. He takes off through the forest, all sharp turns and the echoing screams. When he finally finds the source the noise has diminished. Dan drops to the ground and lifts the girl from the ground, recognizes her immediately. A magenta dress.
Penelope.
He examines her neck and notes the red lipstick surrounding the bite mark. There's blood everywhere, but he can still see the color. That particular shade. Vicious.
Penelope's heart stops and Dan swallows, because he knows who did this.
Blair.