((This is entirely a spoof! I do not expect all of you to love this! If you have any negative comments, please feel free to tell me... I promise I'll try to be nice in responding. I want to let you know, this will most likely have no relavence to the show or books, except for references maybe. If you like it tell me, I can add your character if you want me to. Just message me your characters info. Buh-bye ~ Lux ~))


November, 30th, 2010

I got home, knowing what happened today will only get worse. Mom's at work, and Baze, my big brother, isn't home from school yet. We go to the same school, but we don't have any classes together. I sighed and slumped into the La-z-boy that used to belong to my dad. It makes me want to cry everytime I think about him. But the reasons why I want to cry are different. He commited suicide and I can't help but hate him for that. Sometimes I cry out of anger, sometimes just from the thought that I won't have a dad to scare off crazy ex-boyfriends. Not that there would be any of those here. But the idea is still the same. Just as I start to doze off, the front door opens, "Yo'! Lux! You here?" Baze called out. I stood up, my legs felt like jell-o, "Yeah. I'm here. I'll be in the kitchen in a second. What's up?" I walked into the kitchen and began making dinner. Baze is a tall, muscular guy with platinum blond hair and deep green eyes. He was on the football team at our old school, "What's for dinner?" He asked and I shrugged in response, still digging around the 'fridge, "How about Italian? Or Sushi? I haven't made Sushi in like, months." Baze rubbed his belly, "Sushi!" He grinned as I got the ingredients out, "Baze!" I glared at him as he popped a chip covered in crab meat into his mouth, "What?" He asks, with a mouthful of food. I giggled as he smiled, "You're discusting." The ringtone on my cell phone went off, "One, two. Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door, Five, six, grab your crucifix-" I answered before it went to voicemail, "Hey mom. I'm making Sushi. Any requests?"

"Lux." She scoldded, "We have another get-together tonight. Put everything back in the refridgerator and get dressed for the party. Tell Baze to be ready, too."


"But mo-" My cell phone beeped, telling me she hung up. I pouted and turned to Baze, "Go get dressed for the Party. Ugh!" I said and started to shove everything back in the fridge, "Hey, you go get ready. I'll clean up." Baze said, shoving another crab meat covered chip into his mouth. I laughed, shaking my head, then ran up the stairs. My room was pretty clean, so it was easy to manuever. I couldn't decide on what to wear. I finally ended up choosing a Ruby Red corset dress. It made me think of being in 1861. Although I wasn't around then I had a feeling it was appropriate. The lace was black and it drapped over the folds of the Ruby colored material. I made my waist long black hair fall down my back in ringlets and I gathered some on the top of my head, making it into a messy old fashioned bun. Baze came in wearing a black silk shirt and black jeans, "Dang, Lux. You look like you could be from 1861. Where'd you get that dress, anyways?" I walked past him, the material of my dress swished pleasantly, "I bought it back in California." When we finally made it to the party I was actually excited. My mother kept going on and on about how good I looked in my dress and that she knew it was perfect when she first saw it. My heart was hammering in my chest. It was actually painfull how hard my heart was beating. When we made it inside almost everyone stopped talking. But as we spread apart, the conversations picked up, "Did you see the Bloods' daughter? She looks amazing!" And another, "Where did she get that dress?" More, "How can she fit in that tiny corset?" Then a slightly irked voice, "Stefan. Doesn't she look familiar?" I paused, pretending to be engrossed in an old book on the mantel, and softly muttered a spell to make my hearing spike, "Yes, she does. She's in my History class, Damon."



I have never eaves dropped on anyone before, but now I can't say that, "Are you completely stupid? Look at her, she's the spitting image of Cherish Blood, back in 1861. Don't you remember? She was the only other Witch in the town besides Emmali." Stefan didn't reply, so I moved on, hastily, I'll admit. But I didn't want to hear anymore. I spotted my brother flirting with a girl I recognized as a cheerleader at school. I decided not to mess that up, so I continued through the house and into the almost empty parlor. Alone at a table sat another girl from my History class, her name was Bonnie Bennet. My Powers hummed the closer I got to her. It didn't make any sense but I felt that I needed to talk to her. That I had to. She looked up as I sat down next to her, "Hi, I'm Lux Blood. You seem like you're having the time of your life, so if you want me to leave you alone at anytime... Just tell me." The girl smiled tiredly. Her black semi-curls drooped in front of her face, "No... It's okay. I'd like if you stayed. I'm Bonnie Bennet, by the way." She held out her hand and I shook it, "I know. We have History class together. I just moved to Mystic Falls less than a week ago." She nodded, "Yeah, I-I've seen you around." I smiled and gestured to my outfit, "How could you not?" We laughed, bobbing our heads in agreement. Her chocolate skin looked flushed under the dim light of the candles that were flickering softly. We sat there for a long while in complete silence, but we were actually sharing information telepathically.



She sent out a signal only a Witch could pick up on and I told her what she wanted to know. Then she told me everything that was happening in Mystic Falls, Supernaturally of course. I really couldn't care less about if 'X' was back with 'Y'. But I really did care that there were other Vampires in Mystic Falls other than Stefan and Damon. I sighed, thinking about that voice that belonged to Damon, it was unexplainable. It made me melt. Bonnie shook me out of my day dream, "You don't wanna do that in public." She warned. I realized I was glowing, like really brightly, like a candle flame, "Oops. Sorry. I dunno how that happened." Bonnie smiled, "It's okay. Just be careful." She sat up straight, looking over my shoulder. Her dark brown eyes narrowed, "Hello, Bonnie." Said the voice that belonged to Damon. My heart beat quickened and I could feel my blood rushing into my cheeks, "Hello, Damon." She stood, "I was just leaving." She bobbed her head to me, leaving me alone with the Vampire. He took the seat she had just emptied. I took in a sharp breath when I saw his eyes. They were a piercing blue. They made me want to melt even more, "Hello, I'm Damon Salvitore. Stefan's older brother. I heard you two had a little misshap, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." I bobbed my head and said the first thing that came to my mind, "I know you're a Vampire. You don't scare me." He blinked in surprise and then smirked, "You're not afraid?" Then he looked into my metalic silver eyes intently. I could feel him trying to Compell me, "That doesn't work on me." I whispered my lips getting closer to his own.



He pouted slightly, "Vervain?" I shook my head, "I don't need it. I just can't be Compelled. Sorry to dissapoint you." I said and his sweet breath washed over my lips. Just as he was about to kiss me I ducked out of the way and walked away, giggling. I stopped and stared at a carving on the mantel, then, just as he reached me, I skirted away again. We repeated this several times. I knew if he really wanted, he could have caught me in less time it takes to blink, but for some reason, he didn't. I also knew I was being incredibly stupid, flirting with a Vampire? Did I have a Death wish? No. But then again, stupidity wasn't my normal reaction to situations like this, and I was having fun. It was a great feeling, having someone chase you, then when they 'caught' you, just hold you in their arms and dance with you. That's exactly what we did. We danced for hours, song after song, just looking into each others eyes. His tuxedo and my dress made me feel like we were in another time. Another universe. The other patrons were looking, this I knew, but I didn't care. I was completely blissed-out. But that was shattered when my brother got wind of me dancing with a twenty-ish year old guy. He pulled us apart and stood in front of me protectively, "Baze!" I tried to get him away, suddenly fearfull for my brother. If he made even the smallest wrong move, Damon could kill him. But Damon was just as dignified looking as ever, "What the Hell do you think you're doing with my sister?" Baze hissed. I punched his shoulder blade, "We were just dancing! Leave him alone!" Baze completely ignored me, but Damon just smiled, "We were dancing. That's all. I swear, that's all." It shocked me, even though I knew there was more, I felt stupid and childish for having let myself get so involved so quickly, "Yeah." Baze growled, "That's all there will be." He grabbed my arm, "Come on Lux, we're going home!"

I was being pulled so hard I couldn't not go. But in rebellion I sent Damon a telepathic message, giving him my cell phone number. He nodded, showing me he got it. Then, when we were outside, I was finally able to yank my arm out of Baze's grip, "What is your issue?!" I shouted, rubbing the bruises on my arm, they were already taking the shape of his fingers. He was red in the face, "You were dancing with a guy that's, like, twenty-five!" I was tempted to correct him, I could imagine the look on his face when I said, Actually, he's at least one-hundred-forty-five. But I pushed that thought away. It definately would not help me. I glared at him, "Yes, we danced! Big deal! It's not like we were making out or doing the dirty!" I massaged my bruised arm, it hurt really badly, worse than most of my bruises. I looked down and noticed blood was trickling down it. My jaw dropped and tears welled up in my eyes. It wasn't the blood that made me need cry, it was the fact that Baze had made me bleed. I blinked slowly, staring at him for a long second, then I ran into he woods behind him. I ran as fast as I could, tears burning my eyes, blurring my vision. I ignored Baze calling to me and just kept going. By the time I had stopped I was so deep in the forest I couldn't see much. Just a few feet ahead of me. I found a tree, slumped down, and cried. I tried to keep the sobs relatively quiet, just so Baze couldn't find me, "Lux?" My head shot up, I hadn't expected Damon to come looking for me, "D-Damon?" He knelt down next to me and sat, "Shh. It's okay. " He cooed. I laid my head on his chest and sobbed. He pet my hair, which was an unexpectadely intimate feeling. I sniffled, "Why are you here, Damon?" He chuckled, and I could feel his chest vibrate, "Do you want me to leave?" I clung to his vest, "No! No, that's not it... I- I just... Didn't expect you to come looking for me, that's all." I could feel my cheeks heat with my growing embarrassment. Damon rubbed my cold skin, "You're bleeding." He muttered, as if it didn't bother him, "Baze cut me." He stiffened, "Your brother did this to you?" I could hear a snarl working it's way up his chest and into his throat.

My first instinct was to defend Baze, but he had cut me. So I shrugged and snuggled closer, "I don't want to go home, not yet anyway." I felt, rather than saw, Damon nod his head. He wrapped his arms closer around me, and got comfy. I sighed, "I never thought I could feel safe again. Not ever." Damon chuckled, and I felt it vibrate in his chest, "You feel safe with a Vampire holding you? More so than when you're home?" I nodded, not even trying to down play it. He got it exactly right. I didn't feel safe at home, in my room, not even in my own bed. But here, in his arms, I'd never felt more safe. It was a little alarming, but that feeling quickly passed, it didn't make sense, I know that completely, but I was happier than I have been in a long time with the Vampire near me. I traced figure-eights on his thigh with my index figer, "Tell me about what it was like when you were growing up, please." He was hesitant at first, but gradually he told me, "It was a completely different time. There was more to life, and in some ways, far less. We didn't have electronics, that is true, but we had family, friends, and the Church to go to when we needed support. It was like we all lived in a bad soap opera, come to think of it. You do one thing that isn't bad at all, and it affects you for a life-time." I could tell he wasn't being cryptic on purpose, he was trying to explain it the best he could, "What did the women wear?" Damon grabbed a handful of my gown, "This, exactly this." I looked up into his eyes and could almost see his memories behind the piercing blue. Without the consent of my mind, my fingers reached up to his lips, and traced them, they were full, and smooth under my finger tips. It was surprisingly intimate, just cuddling. Damon held me for hours and we talked about the way things were way back when. I laughed at his epression when we got to the War. It was a mix of amusement and disgust as he spoke about the, "stupid little boys wanting daddy's approval."

Damon dropped me off at home, I didn't invite him inside, but I did steal a quick kiss before I shut the door. He waved to me through the blinds and I felt like a thirteen year old girl coming home after her first date. My heart was racing and I felt weak in the knees as I raced up the stairs to take a shower. Baze glared at me but at the sight of the dried blood he blanched and stalked away. Anyways, it is way late, and I have to go take a shower, 'cause I've got a lot to do this weekend. Blessed Be, Diary.
~Lux~




I woke up thanking the Gods that it was Saturday.