Living my Dream (a Vampire Diaries fan-fiction)

Old acquaintances

Written 2012 by VeGirl

We got up from the table and left the Grill. Elena and Stefan went one way and Damon and I the other. I saw his pale blue convertible in the distance, standing three cars from my little black rental, but when I stopped by my car, Damon took my arm and pulled me along.

"Oh no; you're coming with me. Klaus is out there somewhere and I don't know what he's up to."

I looked surprised at him. "What would he want me for?"

"You know stuff. Maybe he want you 'cause you know us, or maybe just 'cause he's hungry." My eye's got wider and wider as he spoke. "Maybe he just wants you 'cause you're hot," he added whispering in my ear. That sent shivers down my spine and I looked bewildered at him.

He held the door for me to climb in. I was sure I still had a totally confused face and my eyes were still glued to his when he closed the door around me. Here I was sitting in a car that didn't exist, with a fictional man just taking the the driver's seat.

The top was up on his 60's Camaro, and when Damon turned the key, soft music started silent from the speakers. I immediately recognized the song Make it without you. He quickly turned the stereo to a tune with the Bravery.

"Please, don't change; I love that song," I said quietly. He looked at me puzzled, but turned the stereo back to Andrew Belle and said nothing for a while. Suddenly I started talking as if we had known each other for a long time; as if he was real. "I know the others may not know, but I know she meant something for you."

"Who, my pretend-girlfriend?" he said arrogant.

"Andie..." I said soft.

"She was just a distraction," he said hard.

"But Rose wasn't."

"How do you know about that?" He looked puzzled at me, but was quiet for a while. It seemed he was debating if I was to be trusted with the truth. "I think maybe it wasn't so much my feelings for Andie, as it was the idea of a relationship; a life." His tone was soft and had nothing of the cocky sarcasm in it that I had gotten used to. Then he looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "Why am I telling you this?"

I was suddenly once again aware that I wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't real.

As we rolled up the driveway I was starting to get nervous again; were we really allowed to be here? The gorgeous man by my side, who insisted that I should call him Damon, parked and was almost instantly around the car and opened the door for me.

"We can't be here," I hissed. "Come on; I've met Joseph Mason who owns this place."

He looked confused at me.

"We can't just walk right in here..." I whispered.

"I have owned this place with my brother since 1908," he said and looked like I had just had a total brain-meltdown.

I suddenly didn't know which life was real; his or mine.

Stefan parked his old red Porsche next to Damon's car and he and Elena got out; together they opened the door and we walked inside the house.

In a moment too fast for me to register, Stefan was pinning someone to the wall. Damon instantly stepped in front of me and Elena, to protect us. Stefan suddenly flew across the room and was sprawled on the floor as someone said. "Did you really think you could take me on." A British girl spat out; "I'm way stronger than you Stefan, you should know that!"

"Who pulled the dagger out of your back, sweetie?" he retorted and she laughed dark.

There was something familiar in that laugh, and I recognized that voice. I peeked around Damon's back and saw who it belonged to. "Becca?!"

Her face changed a whiter shade of pale as she stared at me. "Em?!"

"What are you doing here?" we both blurted out and kept staring at each other. Suddenly I laughed, took my way around Damon and she and I hugged. "It's been too long!"

"You know her?!" Damon said to me and took a few steps closer to me.

"We went to school together in Oxford," I explained. And then it hit me. "You're a vampire?!" I backed away from her.

"Didn't I tell you? It must have slipped my mind." She just shrugged. "How do you know the Salvatore's?"

I looked at Damon and we both said: "We met just recently... How do you know them?" I added stunned.

"Rebekah is Klaus's sister," Stefan explained brisk.

"Klaus's sister?!" I almost shouted and my head started to spin out of control again. I guess all colour left my face, because Damon was quickly by my side and caught me as I started to fade away. He led me to the couch and bent me forward with my head between my legs.

"Hey!" I tried to protest. I felt like a ragdoll when Damon held me by the neck. He pulled me up and looked at my face, then pushed me back down again. "Please, I just ate," I squealed.

"So you weren't boxed up for ninety years after all?" Stefan's voice sounded rough.

"Oops..."

"You lying, manipulative bitch!"

"Oh well, tit for tat." She shrugged. "I think you should keep a better eye on that one," she said icily and glared at Elena.

Finally Damon seemed pleased with my colour and let me sit upright. I lend close to him and whispered. "I was friends with her for a year, and she's a vampire!" I wasn't even aware that my life suddenly melted together with this virtual reality and I didn't even doubt it anymore.

He looked intensely at me while his eyes started to turn red and all the veins around them showed; he opened his mouth just the slightest, to show his fangs. "You where saying?" he asked cocky and then smiled while his eye's returned to the ice blue colour, glittering with mischief once again. I had to close my mouth, I had nothing to say.

"Why are you here?" Stefan asked Rebekah.

"To warn you about Klaus, it seems his pack has turned on him and I heard he's on his way over here for your help."

Stefan looked at her with a dark look. "What can we do? I thought they were invincible."

"Not the hybrids, just Klaus."

"But why would he think I would help?"

"I think you were the closest thing he has ever had for a friend," Rebekah revealed.

Stefan contemplated that for a moment. "And yet he made me forget all of that and killed my girlfriend," Stefan said hard with a glance on Elena by his side.

"Well, he is a pratt with trust issues," she shrugged. "I don't want to see him if he really is the one that killed mother."

The room was quiet for a while as we all seemed to contemplate the kind of drama that you would have if you lived for a thousand years.

"Anyway I just wanted to warn you." She was suddenly gone again and we were alone in the house. 

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