Mystic Falls Fanfiction♥
Fifty Shades Bloodier
“Illuminated” by Hurts
The bright sunrays of the morning broke through the curtains of her room. She could feel the warmth of the day beginning. With her eyes shut, but awake, she did not wish to open them quite yet. Still fixated on her endless night of sexual passion and release, she did not want to face the reality that awaited her.
His lips pressed on her stomach trailing down her torso leaving a path of wet kisses. She had lost count how many times they had repeated themselves into the exotic world of sex. The kitchen had been the starter of it all and now they resided in her bedroom, a very dark and mysterious place. No lights, not even the illumination of the moon shed an ounce of visibility within these walls leaving it all more erotic with every touch and kiss made. Elena squirmed as his fingers danced dangerously close to the sacred spot between her legs.
“Do I have to restrain you, Miss Gilbert?” Damon asked with his voice sounding more husky and sexy in the pitch-black darkness.
Attempting to respond with a one-word answer, a moan moved passed her parted lips as Damon toyed with her. His mouth was on her pelvic area while his finger rubbed in circular motions below it. Being impossible to control her own body, she squeezed the headboard behind her to catch her grip.
It had been his idea seeing as he was the sexual expert in his many years of experience to kill the lights and let the imagination take control. She smirked knowing he was fully in control of how and when she would release again. Maybe she would get to return the favor as well. But Damon was more focused on her than himself when it came to sex. He liked his own release, but he always tended to cater towards making her climax just the way he want her too. As much as she loved reaching that point multiple times, she wanted it to be a mutual thing. She wanted the passion of making love too, not just the sex. It was something they had not done for a long time.
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Black Out
AN: Expect updates from now on to be on Sundays, unless stated otherwise. Full Chapter 1 was posted yesterday. You guys did not receive an e-mail alert because I edited Chapter 1 instead of re-uploading it, sorry. Please go check it out and leave a review along with one for this chapter as well. I want to know what you guys think honestly. Thank you for reading always.
Chapter 2.
Friday April 4th, 2013 3:00 p.m.
The summer season was in full effect. The town that usually bustled with college kids on a Friday afternoon was quiet and peaceful. Those who stayed or resided were slowly making their way to downtown Mystic Falls to begin the events of the night, usually involving drinking. Her participation in these games use to be fun, until the nightmares began and drinking only sounded like it would make things worse. So instead, as the early order of beers and tequila shots began, she sipped on her coffee and kept to herself.
Her favorite spot was the Mystic Grill. The outdoor patio was her usual occupancy sitting at a small table for two in the far corner, where she could view the entire square and people watch. It was something she considered relaxing and fun, not to mention safe. Nowadays, safe was key. She never felt safe anymore even during the day when she felt the most awake and alive.
“Elena!” The voice of her best friend called from the street. Her hand waved in the air as she carried two large black bags in the other. She skipped over toward her and weaved through the tables to finally join her. “Ugh, coffee again? And at this time.”
“I need it Care.” She spoke with her lips just grazing the cup. “I didn’t sleep well again.”
“Again? You really should go get help.” Caroline, her best friend of a year now sat down opposite of her.
“I did and nothing came up. I’m perfectly normal the doctor said.” Elena remarked. Even she didn’t believe that. She felt anything but normal. “I’m messed up.” She sipped her coffee.
Caroline sighed. “You are not messed up. You just have sleeping issues. A lot of people do.”
Glancing up at her from her coffee that was raised to her mouth, she took a moment. She wanted to tell her that even though most people had issues involving strange sleeping patterns, hers took the cake. Her problems were beyond sleep. She had new issues now to face. Her bloody incident had left her in a state of confusion and shock. However, she couldn’t share that with her without deeply concerning Caroline.
Black Out
AN: This story isn’t going to be like the rest that I have written. It’s not the usual dark romance or even very romantic for that matter. Black Out is going to be a thriller with mystery, drama, and very little romance. Hope I don’t disappoint to many of you, but I really liked the idea and it’s going to be intense. Thank you for considering this story and reading it. Please leave me a review with what you think.
Chapter 1.
4:44 a.m.
Shooting straight up in the dead of night, her body trembled. The heavy pressure on her chest made her feel suffocated, while her body shook violently with no explanation. The same three numbers flashed at her from the nightstand. Only shades of black surrounded her and she rapidly scanned her room for any signs of trouble. It happened again.
Her staggered breaths were lost in the night. The beads of sweat formed below her hairline. Foreign feelings of the unknown crept along her skin. She always woke as if she didn’t know where or whom she was to only find moments later she was fine.
The dreams were becoming more intense.
Strange vicious images flickered like a lighter and overpowering emotions took control. With no reason for this particular occurrence, she could not explain it. Every few nights she dreamt like this and woke up exactly the same.
She tried to avoid eating past eight o’clock and she made sure she got a healthy amount of rest at night while during the day she stayed active. Even to the extreme measures, she had sought medical help, but nothing erratic came up. She was normal, yet with the way she felt right now, she didn’t feel close to normal at all. No matter what she did to prevent this from happening, it only got worse.
The nights she didn’t wake from a crazed dream and quivering with fear were good nights in her book, literally. In the top drawer of her nightstand she kept a tiny hard cover journal. The idea came to her after the second week she had the reoccurring thoughts and images as she slept. Each night when she awoke she recorded the time, date, and what she could remember. For the nights left untouched by the madness, she wrote those down too. The good and the bad made it on to the pages with her scribbled handwriting. Sometimes it made sense, while most it didn’t. Closing her eyes she pictured what she would write.
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Fifty Shades Bloodier
“No Light, No Light” (Acoustic) by Florence + The Machine
Before Elena said her name, he saw the cursive writing perfectly from over her shoulder. Katherine Pierce. Full rage embodied him, as he knew Elena had been right to assume Katherine was indeed here. Quickly, he knew he had to move. His urge to speed out of the room was within him, but making a mental note to not draw attention to himself he walked briskly out of sight. As he found himself in the foyer, another body appeared next to him, Stefan.
“Let me guess, Katherine.” Stefan stated.
“Yep.” Damon replied.
Locking in on their vampire senses, they listened and searched for her aura. If she wanted to sneak around the place, she would have, but her name being on that card was indication she wanted to be found. Why was the question?
“You sense her?” Stefan asked.
Damon shook his head. “Nope, but I’m sure she is here.” He said in a dull tone.
With a tap on his shoulder, Stefan pointed down one hall while Damon knew to take the other. His brother zipped down the hallway to his left and began his search. He honed in on his ability to sense even the tiniest of movements like an insect could make for a plotting Katherine. She was truly something of that sort. The word bitch was the only thing that could come to mind when he thought of her though.
He drew in a breath and heard the creaking of the floorboard from four rooms down. His body flew toward it finding a dolled up and patient Katherine sitting in a chair.
“Took you long enough.” She murmured. Her long, smooth legs were crossed as her foot tapped in the air.
