She was the wicked one. He was the psychotic one. I guess it was a match made in hell. [THE VAMPIRE DIARIES - SEASON SIX - SLIGHT AU]

[BONNIE BENNETT & KAI PARKER] After the whole wedding failure and Bonne being connected to Elena, Bonnie decides to leave Mystic Falls and live a normal life for a while. She is trying to start a new life, with her old life still lingering in the back of her mind. She begins to dream about Kai and her magic is starting to feel different. But Kai is dead, right? [This is just my thoughts and ideas about what could happen after s6e22, I do not own Bonnie or Kai, they are both "fictional characters" in the tv show The Vampire Diaries.]

Allison died. She died saving Damon, the man who she had once loved but he left her alone and heartbroken. Allison Maria Rose was dead. At least that's what everyone thought. She was in the 1994 prison world for what she did back in 1994.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES CHARACTERS Alison Rain has been friends with Stefan, Caroline, Elena etc as long as everyone else. However she has been keeping a deadly secret, but will that secret be revealed as Malachai Parker turns up at the Salvatore doorstep? Other information you need to know before reading this story: Alaric never compelled Elena (this takes place in season six), Alison had been sharing a room with Caroline and Elena at Whitmore college and Kai's past is changed slightly. This story may also contain spoilers for season six of the vampire diaries.

Forcing two people into a small space for too long can only have two outcomes: they'll either kill each other, or fall in love...somehow, they managed both.

"he makes me feel dysfunctional" My name is Natalia Salvatore and heres the story of how i fell in love with a sociopath. I DO NOT OWN ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY.

In trapped our main character, Amaya (uh-my-uh)Lance, gets sent to Kai Parkers prison world. Amaya finds herself meeting Kai the next morning as he greets her when she wakes up. They both stay together, fight, and love.

What can I tell you about the 90s? Well, not much. I know that Kurt Cobain died in that decade. I know the Soviet Union collapsed in that decade. I know the World Wide Web came to fruition in that decade. And there was something else... Oh, yeah. I died in that decade. Sorry about the bluntness of those words. My name is Meg Stuart. I died, and there's no escape from that fact. I took my last breath at 12:29, May 10th, 1994. My watch had remained mercifully clean during the whole bloody process, and I had watched it tick down the last seconds of my life. Even if I hadn't had a great memory for numbers, there would have been no way I could forget that date. It was the thing I dwelled on constantly on the Other Side. I had been a witch when I died, and thusly had ended up in that supernatural agony for twenty years, with only my acidic thoughts for company. And that's when things really started going wrong. All credit goes to L.J Smith and the creators of the TV show.