Unexpected (Vampire Diaries Fanfic)

Horror

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the horrifying scene before me. The room was drenched in a nightmarish mix of red and brown. Blood smeared the walls and pooled on the floor in a grotesque display. The room's once warm and welcoming ambiance had been transformed into a grisly tableau of violence.

The woman standing over my parents was a monstrous figure. She was bent over my father, her mouth clamped onto his neck. Her movements were predatory, almost graceful in their cruelty. My father's body jerked and convulsed as he struggled, his attempts to break free growing weaker by the second. My mother lay on the floor, her face frozen in a mask of fear, her eyes wide and unblinking. Her body was motionless, the terror she must have felt still etched in her expression.

When the woman finally lifted her head, her eyes locked onto mine. They were not human; they were black and soulless, with veins of a dark, sinister hue spreading outwards. Her fangs were stained with blood, and they glistened in the dim light of the room. The sight of her—a grotesque blend of horror and predatory beauty—made my heart race in terror.

I was paralyzed for a moment, my mind struggling to process the nightmare unfolding before me. Then, driven by sheer panic, I turned and fled from the room. My legs moved on their own, carrying me down the stairs and out the door. I didn't look back, but the sense of being pursued, the sensation of the woman's malevolent presence closing in, spurred me onward.

Elena's house was a beacon of safety in the dark night. I pounded on the door, desperation making my hands shake. When Elena opened the door, she was instantly struck by the terror in my eyes. I could see the concern etched on her face as she took in my disheveled appearance.

"Jess, what's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of worry.

"Call 911, quickly!" I managed to gasp out, my voice breaking with fear. "There's someone in my house, and they've hurt my parents!"

Jeremy, who had been in the kitchen, rushed to the phone. I could hear his voice rise in urgency as he relayed the situation to the 911 operator. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and disbelief. I felt like I was watching everything through a fog, unable to grasp the full reality of what had happened.

Stefan and Damon were in the living room with Elena. Stefan's face went pale as he processed the gravity of the situation. "What happened?" he asked, his tone taut with concern.

"I walked into my parents' room," I sobbed, "and there was a person. She was biting their necks. When she looked at me, she was like a monster. Her eyes were black, and she had fangs!"

Stefan and Elena exchanged a look that spoke volumes. It was clear that they knew more than they were letting on. Stefan got up abruptly and headed towards the door. I followed him, my heart pounding with fear that he might be in danger.

"No, he can't go out there!" I cried, trying to grab his arm. Damon stopped me, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled me back.

"He'll be fine," Damon said, trying to calm me. "But we need to explain something to you."

Elena shot Damon a sharp look. "This isn't the time for explanations," she said, her voice trembling.

Damon, however, was insistent. "She needs to know the truth," he said firmly. Elena, after a moment's hesitation, nodded in agreement.

"Jess," Damon said, his voice steady but filled with a somber undertone, "there are vampires in Mystic Falls."

The words felt like a punch to the gut. I had just witnessed something horrifying, but hearing this made everything feel surreal. "How do you know this?" I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief.

"Because Stefan and I are vampires," Damon said slowly, his gaze unwavering.

"I don't believe you," I said, shaking my head vigorously. Damon's eyes darkened, and before I could react, he moved with inhuman speed, appearing right in front of me in a blur. The speed was so astonishing it defied all logic.

I stumbled back, my heart racing as I pressed my back against the wall. "Now do you believe us?" Damon asked, his voice now tinged with frustration.

I was on the verge of collapsing from shock. The revelation that my friends were vampires was overwhelming. They didn't seem any different from ordinary people; they were kind and caring. How could this be?

"Only Stefan and Damon are vampires," Elena said softly, taking my hands in hers, trying to ground me. "We would never hurt you. We're not like that."

Damon added, "Some vampires are evil and kill without hesitation. That's what you saw tonight."

I sank onto the couch, my mind spinning with confusion and fear. Bonnie came over with a steaming mug of hot cocoa. She handed it to me, but my hands were too numb to appreciate the warmth it was supposed to offer.

"Do you want to see something cool?" Bonnie asked, her voice gentle as she tried to distract me from my distress. I nodded weakly, too overwhelmed to protest.

Bonnie placed her hand over the mug, and immediately, steam began to rise from it, the hot liquid heating up right before my eyes. I stared in awe. "What did you just do?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder.

She smiled at me, her expression a mix of sympathy and reassurance. "I'm a witch. I have the ability to do things like this."

"Wait, like the Salem witches?" I asked, my curiosity momentarily eclipsing my fear.

"Yes," Bonnie confirmed, her voice carrying the weight of a long history. "My ancestors came here from Salem many generations ago."

I turned to Damon, still grappling with the enormity of the revelation. "How are you vampires?" I asked, struggling to understand.

Damon sighed, looking resigned. "Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning."

As he began to explain, I felt a mixture of dread and anticipation. The world I thought I knew had shattered, and I was about to hear the story that would piece it back together—or, at least, try to make sense of the chaos that had upended my life.