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Post by Elena Gilbert on Aug 28, 2014 17:41:12 GMT -6
I admit that I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like had I fallen in love with Damon before Stefan. It almost feels like I didn't get enough time with him, of course it never would have felt like enough time. Ever. Eternity seemed like such a long time, something I was hopeful for. And for the first time in a while, I thought that the end of all the struggles were near, if only we could get everything to the way it was.
But then I lost him....and in the process, lost myself.
She stopped writing and closed her journal, setting it aside as she looked out the bay window and into the night. As she stared up at the moon, she remembered the very first time she had seen him--but she didn't realize who he was or the impact he would have on her life. She smiled softly, hearing his voice in her head.
You want what everybody wants.
"What a mysterious stranger who has all the answers? So Damon, tell me, what is it that I want?"
Post by Damon Salvatore on Aug 28, 2014 18:15:14 GMT -6
If Damon's heart had still beat he would have felt it stop the second he heard her voice. The sudden over bearing sorrow and anger that had bared down on him all but vanished as he sat up to see the most beautiful pair of brow eyes he had ever seen.
"Kathrine," he had muttered to himself. He stood up, briefly thankful that she hadn't seemed to notice him laying in the middle of the road waiting for something to come past so that he could tear their throats out--something he found quickly cured him of his sentimental state.
"Kathrine?" He said again once he had moved to stand in front of her, and the startled expression on her face made him realize it wasn't her. Not to mention the sound of her blood rushing through her viens and the rapid beating of her heart as her fear spiked through her.
Elena. Her name was Elena. Why did she look so much like Kathrine? Hell, why did she look identical to Kathrine? His lips twitched into a smirk.
"You want what everybody wants."
What a mysterious stranger who has all the answers?
Damon shrugged slightly, glancing away. "Lets just say I've been around a long time."
So Damon, tell me, what is it that I want?
He paused, flicking his gaze over her. Her pulse had slowed, betraying the fact that she no longer feared him. He briefly wondered if she would if she knew exactly what he was. What he was capable of. Why he was here. His smirk melted into a knowing smile, and he stepped closer to you.
"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion. An adventure." He paused then shrugged slightly. "Maybe even a little danger."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Aug 28, 2014 18:29:02 GMT -6
Her breath hitched in her throat as he told her what she wanted, and she couldn't be more right-about all of it. Matt was great, but she wanted everything he mentioned. Her first thought was he could read minds, but that quickly faded when she smiled and looked into his eyes. She felt drawn to him, intrigued by his demeanor.
"And what do you want?"
When he answered her, she felt her heart quicken by the sound of his voice, blood pulsing through her veins quicker as her adrenaline rose again. She hadn't remembered that night until she was in transition and everything came flooding back to her, almost overwhelming her.
She felt a tear on her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She moved over to the bed and continued to remember everything she loved about him...and tried to remember when it was she actually fell in love with him. Maybe the truth was that she loved him all along, she just never wanted to admit it. The first time he kissed her on her porch she had to fight with all she had not to pull him back and kiss him again.
She ran her hand along the soft fabric of his empty pillow, wishing her were next to her. It was as if she could picture him sleeping, like he wasn't really gone.
Last Edit: Aug 28, 2014 19:47:42 GMT -6 by Elena Gilbert
Post by Damon Salvatore on Aug 28, 2014 18:47:34 GMT -6
The sunlight on his skin was the first thing he had felt once sleep had begun to wear off from his mind. The second thing he noticed was Elena's scent everywhere. The events of last night came flooding back to him, and let his eyes flick open with a hazy smile. He frowned slightly when his gaze detected an empty bed next to him.
Damon raised up, flicking his gaze around the room. "Elena?"
Her answer made him relax, and he smirked slightly as she came out of the bathroom wearing his shirt. He tilted his head slightly, pursing his lips as he decided he like it on her.
"I thought you'd left," he muttered softly, slipping his arms around her as she bounced back into bed.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Aug 28, 2014 18:59:18 GMT -6
She had been completely lost to him, letting her guard down that she had been holding for so long. It felt right, their bodies molded together under the sheets of his bed. It had been a night to remember and it was then that she realized, she might have had what she wanted and needed all along right in front of her.
"I don't have to be at school for another....twenty minutes ago." She grinned and he moved to kiss her, his hands trailing down her skin and making her body heat up again.
Her eyes closed and she surrendered to him, letting her instincts take over and not thinking about what others would think. She cared for him, she liked him and she might even love him. A small gasp escaped her lips as he settled between her legs, her nails digging into his skin and causing blood to seep to the surface, creating crimson lines down his back. He continued kissing her body and she was on fire, whimpers and moans leaving her mouth as her body reacted to him. She needed him, she wanted him.
"Damon..." Gods the way his lips felt as they brushed against her skin.
She kept her eyes closed and licked her lips from the memories the smell on his shirt were causing. The pain was still ever present, the memories her only solace left. Her hands moved over the silk of his shirt she wore and remembered how it felt when he took it off of her.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Aug 28, 2014 19:21:41 GMT -6
His lips skimmed over each shoulder as he slipped his shirt off her, exposing her to him once more. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew she needed to get to school, but he didn't care. He was the selfish one after all. He was happy and he was going to soak in it while it lasted.
Because it never lasted long.
That was the thoughts he had been thinking as he stared at the fire, raising a glass to his lips. He heard her footsteps coming up the stairs, and each step she took he took another drink. It never lasted long.
He didn't look up as she entered the room, and he didn't have to look up to know that she was angry. He took another drink, and then placed the glass on the table.
"I wanted to apologize," he said finally.
"Good."
Damon turned his gaze to her, and it was tinged with annoyance at her clipped reply. "Let me finish...I said I wanted to apologize. And then I realized...I'm not sorry."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Aug 28, 2014 19:38:28 GMT -6
She was so frustrated with him and his decisions, never considering how they made anyone else feel or what affect it had on them. "You would rather die, than be human and I'm supposed to be okay with that!" He continued to explain how he rather die than be human, listing each and every reason why. He still thought he was wrong for her, and he was sorry for it.
"Fine, then I'm not sorry either. I'm not sorry that I met you, I'm not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything. That in death, you're the one that's made me feel most alive." She stepped closer to him, the fire blazing next to her as she looked into his eyes. Her body was shaking and her emotions were strung, she was in the moment and just letting it all out.
"You've been a terrible person, you've made all the wrong choices and of all the choices I've made this will prove to be the worst one but I am not sorry that I am in love with you. I love you, Damon." She said the words, she let them out and admitted it out loud.
She lowered her head as she sat at the edge of the bed, staring into space. She felt restless and unable to shake the feelings and emotions running through her. She looked up and sniffled hard, remembering the night she had admitted to him her love for him and how deep it ran. How she too, was not sorry, never sorry for being in love with him no matter how much of a monster he thought he was, no matter how wrong for her he thought he was...because what he failed to realize was he was the perfect thing for her. In every sense of the word. In every possibility.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Aug 28, 2014 19:56:58 GMT -6
Her lip curled up in frustration and she stood, running an arm over the desk and causing it all to fall to the ground. She sank to the floor among the debris and pulled her knees up.
"DAMON!" She cried out for him and had to find a way, she needed a way to see him. She needed...