(3) Love is Unexpected (A Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Part 1

Things had become complicated. Not that they already weren't.

It had been two months since I had become a vampire. Stefan had force fed me his blood before drowning me. Even after everything I had dealt with in the last year, dying at the hands of someone I had loved was probably the most traumatic experience of it all. It had been worse than waking up and knowing my parents were dead. Worse than watching Jenna die. Worse than having Klaus kill me. I at least knew that after everything that had happened, I wouldn't be alone. There had always been someone on the other side ready to help me through it.

But Stefan was the one who had betrayed me this time. He forced me to become a vampire, something I had never wanted. Stefan had been one of the few people I thought I would always be able to trust, no matter what was happening. I believed Stefan wouldn't allow his hatred and turmoil to turn him into a monster, not after fighting so long for his humanity.

It had been painful waking up and coming to terms with what had happened.

Even after two months, I still hadn't completely moved on. I was harbouring those feelings of betrayal and loss, but I was slowly making progress.

Caroline and Bonnie had been the best friends I defiantly needed. Once we all found ourselves back on the same page, they jumped onto the 'Stefan-bashing-train' and supported me as best they could. They also caught me up on everything. It seemed that my friends were still determined to find a way to remove the Original Vampire threat; it just seemed they would need to work out another plan.

Their original hope was the mystery coffin that Klaus had been determined to get back from Stefan. Bonnie and her mother had managed to open the coffin to reveal Esther, the Mikealson matriarch. Damon and Stefan had both hoped that she would be the one to strike down Klaus once and for all, but instead, it seemed Esther wanted her family back, destroying the Salvatore brother's plan.

Weeks had gone by since Esther had returned to the land of the living and the Salvatore brother's seemed M.I.A. Damon still occasionally rang me, normally to interrogate me about what I was doing. He seemed the most concerned about my vampire transition, but he was too occupied with his scheming to really check on me. I avoided Stefan intentionally, but it was also confirmed that he had left town a few days after the Mikealson ball, so I hadn't needed to go out of my way to avoid him.

I did find that without the Salvatore's around, things seemed to calm down. I focused on my transition, learning to control my thirst, and understanding what being a vampire meant. It seemed there were many fun things about being a vampire. Caroline had been a big help; she had helped me go back to school and kept a close eye on me. Bonnie did her best, but she was still struggling with my change. I knew vampires were a sore spot for her, especially after everything she had been through. It took her a long time to adjust when Caroline was turned. I expected no different from her now. But she was doing her best and being my friend.

The Originals were also a new and strange addition to my life. I had never expected that I would find myself enjoying my days and nights with the Mikealson clan, but I was doing just that. I still had my concerns around most of the family, but I found that the more I grew to know them, the more I could see their family bonds showing. They had all surprised me in different ways.

Esther, since coming back, had stepped into playing the doting mother role. Keeping her children in line seemed to be her first goal, but I didn't trust her. I had yet to officially meet the woman who created the vampire species, but something about the whole situation didn't sit right with me. Finn seemed polite but remained elusive. Elijah, I already liked, but he seemed to come and go often. Kol seemed to have developed a strange relationship with Jeremy; the two met at the Grill, and that led to me coming home day to find my brother and the immortal teenager playing a video game in the living room. It was odd, but it seemed that they genuinely got along. Rebekah was a whole other level; I didn't know if she liked me or hated me or was somewhere in between. I knew there was probably some issues we would need to discuss, but Rebekah just seemed to prefer to avoid the whole thing.