FATE REWRITTEN.
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Summary: What if fate? Decided to. Give two humans. a Different Ending. How would that affect the plot? Let's watch and see.
Chapter 1: The very beginning.
The night had fallen completely as they drove back home, and darkness enveloped the winding, narrow back road, shrouding their journey in obscurity.
As they passed the "Welcome to Mystic Falls" sign, the world outside plunged into pitch-black darkness. A veil of fog began to roll in, adding to the mysterious atmosphere as it swirled around them.
Darren's gaze shifted between the road ahead and the foggy windshield, searching for familiar landmarks or turns. Brooke's comment about the concert lingered in the air, leaving Darren contemplating his response.
Honesty was his policy with her, as Brooke detested liars. more than anything. "I don't know about awesome; it was okay, I guess," he finally replied, his expression now more reflective of his true emotions.
"Honestly, I'd prefer a James Blunt concert any day. That guy with the guitar didn't do much for me. It wasn't even a real band." He shot her a glance that conveyed his sentiment—a look that silently communicated, 'Not worth the money or the gas.' Brooke, with her playful demeanor, quickly retorted, "He wasn't that bad."
Darren couldn't help but quip, "He sounded like James Blunt." Brooke ardently defended the artist she admired. "What's wrong with that?" He deadpanned and shook his head, as he looked at the road in front of him. "We already have a James Blunt; one's all we need."
Brooke shifted her attention back to him, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So why did you come?" Darren briefly turned his head to lock eyes with her, admitting, "Because I love you." Her giggle was a testament to his well-timed response. "Nicely done," she praised, and Darren silently congratulated himself for his quick thinking.
Their joyful moment was suddenly disrupted as Brooke noticed something strange outside. "What's with all the fog?" Darren reassured her, "It'll clear in a sec," but just as the words left his mouth, a panicked scream escaped Brooke's lips. "WATCH OUT!" Before Darren could fully process what was happening, their car collided with an unexpected obstacle. It began to skid sideways, performing a full circle before coming to a shuddering stop. The windshield shattered, leaving behind a complex web of cracks.
"Ugh," Brooke exclaimed, struggling to find the right words. " babe are you OK?" "We just hit someone Oh my god!" Darren looked at her in realization, his heart pounding in his chest. "Call for help. I'll go check on them." Brooke quickly grabbed her phone, her trembling fingers dialing for help, fear etched all over her face as she prayed for the person they'd hit to survive.
As Darren stepped out of the car, his footsteps echoing across the pavement. Taking him closer to the body he had glimpsed in the rearview mirror, an eerie sense of unease washed over him. Something about the situation didn't quite add up. The fog that had veiled the surroundings moments ago had mysteriously dissipated, leaving an unsettling clarity.
The man lying on the ground appeared strangely unharmed, a perplexing sight for Darren, who, with his experience as an EMT, knew that accident victims rarely looked so unscathed. The man lay there, his head looking up towards the sky, as though patiently waiting for someone to approach him. Darren's footsteps halted, and he cautiously started stepping backward, his eyes staring at the mysterious figure on the ground. Upon reaching the back bumper of the car, Darren pressed the button to open the trunk, all while his gaze was fixed on the body. Retrieving his black duffel bag, reaching in and grabbing the handle of the Glock-17 he kept for emergencies. Without diverting his attention, he quickly loaded a magazine and chambered a round. The audible click of the gun's action prompted a slight flinch from the figure on the ground.
Wishing to leave nothing to chance, Darren swiftly ordered, "Get back in the car and lock the doors," addressing Brooke. She complied, scrambling back into the car and securing herself inside as Darren advanced toward the mysterious figure, his gun aimed towards the body. His grip on the weapon remained firm, ready to react to any sudden movement. When he was merely an arm's length away, he cautiously inquired, "Are you okay, sir?" His voice exuded a remarkable steadiness and calm, given the perilous situation.
While to outsiders his actions might have appeared extreme, for residents Of Mystic Falls like Darren, the stories and whispers of the town carried a slight Bit of truth. It was always safer to be cautious than to become a victim. as he circled around the seemingly lifeless body, noticing more peculiar details—the black leather jacket, the dark black hair, the pale white skin, and a particularly unique and custom-made ring adorning the man's right middle finger. He appeared to be young, perhaps in his twenties. Although Darren remained wary of approaching further, he picked up some broken pieces from the shattered headlight and tossed them gently toward the body, hoping for any response. When none came, he steeled himself to move closer and check for a pulse. Kneeling down the gun still in hand, he reached for the man's neck.
His fingers lightly brushed the skin when, out of nowhere, the man who had appeared lifeless sprang into action with astonishing speed. His hand shot out, clamping around Darren's throat with a lethal grip, choking off his oxygen supply.
The realization dawned on Darren that he was in a life-threatening situation. He fought to break free, but the man's superior strength and speed were overwhelming. Darren felt his neck was in excruciating pain. the mysterious figure suddenly Disappeared from in front of him. And then quickly appeared right behind him. As the strange figure began to dig into Darren's neck and suck out his blood Darren started to feel weak. Almost to the point where he was losing the grip on the gun.
Desperation overtook him. He didn't want to die. And he was not going to leave Brooke to Suffer the same fate. So, with whatever strength. he could muster. He moved the gun behind his back, aiming for the man's stomach and fired repeatedly, each shot tearing through skin and puncturing vital organs—Bang, Bang, Bang. The mysterious figure, now riddled with bullets, momentarily released Darren, allowing him to stumble away.
Gunshots echoed for miles around, and Brooke, who had been paralyzed with fear in the car, finally acted. She vaulted over into the driver's seat, and started the car, reversing until she ran over the mysterious man, sending him sprawling ten feet away from the vehicle. Then, she drove forward, her voice trembling as she urged. Darren too, "Get in the car!" He scrambled into the back seat, as she slammed on the accelerator, speeding away from the bizarre and terrifying encounter.
"What the hell was that, Darren?" Brooke's voice trembled with fear. "Are you okay, honey? Speak to me, please." Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to regain her composure, the haunting events of the night shaking her to her core. "I'm okay, Brooke. I'm okay," Darren reassured her, his own adrenaline-fueled heart slowly calming down. "Just focus on driving. I'll be okay. Just give me a minute!." while he continues to contemplate what happened.
A few miles back. Lying on the cold, wet asphalt road, surrounded by dense fog that clung to the ground like a ghostly shroud, the vampire seethed with frustration and anger. His body was broken, blood seeping from various wounds. His arms and legs twisted at odd angles, bones protruding through his skin. He clenched his fists, his fingers digging into the ground as he cursed at the two humans who had escaped his grasp.
"You damn cowards!" he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You won't escape me next time!" Memories of the past flooded his mind, and bitterness laced his words. "1970s... the last time some pathetic human injured me." He questioned his strategies for acquiring sustenance in this new world, where humans had grown cautious and suspicious.
"The world has changed since then," he muttered, annoyance evident in his voice. "Humans aren't as naive as they used to be." His frustration grew as he thought about the limitations of vampire healing, especially when foreign objects remained inside his body. "Damn these limitations!" he hissed, gritting his teeth. "I should be invincible." The temptation to turn off his humanity gnawed at him. "Turning off that switch," he mused, his voice darker, "it's a slippery slope to pure darkness." Regret weighed on him as he remembered the last time, he had almost lost his humanity. "It took two decades to regain control," he murmured, his tone filled with remorse. "I won't let them push me over the edge now."
But his anger and determination were unwavering as he promised revenge with a chilling tone. "They'll pay for this," he vowed, his voice cold and unforgiving. "Every day they'll wish they never crossed me."
As the sun began to rise, casting long shadows across the fog-covered road, he knew he had to retreat. With a final warning, he whispered, "Mystic Falls, you won't know what hit you when my plans unfold."