Elena Gilbert: 12 years old.
Elena's parents never let her near the basement she never knew why... Until one day...
Elena's parents were not home do she decided to see what exactly was in her basement.
She walked in and walked down the aisles tons of cells holding people sleeping.
She came across one and looked in and saw a man with raven black hair a masculine frame and beautiful eyes.
He was also the only one awake.
She walked to the cell and looked in.
"S-Sir" she stuttered.
The man looked up.
"Here to torture us like the other two" the man sneered.
Elena shuddered.
"N-No w-why are you h-here?" She asked.
The man scooted closer to the cell bars and Elena sat down in front of the beautiful man.
"Who are you" the man asked
"I'm Elena Gilbert daughter of" she gulped.
"Your torturers" she continued.
"Who are you" she added.
"Damon Salvatore" he said.
Elena smiled sadly at him.
"Why are you here?" Elena asks.
"All your beliefs are about to vanish everything you once believed... Gone nothing will be the same... Do you understand?" Damon asks.
Elena nods.
"I understand" Elena says and Damon.
"Every person in here is a vampire" he says cautiously.
Elena gasps.
And from that day on whenever Elena could she would visit Damon.
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The Cell
FanfictionElena was NEVER allowed to go to the basement of her house. Why? Well find out in "The Cell" Kinda a cross over between Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries...
