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Homecoming (Alejandro Version)

Character: Alejandro Vargas

Pairing: Alejandro x Reader (y/N is not used)

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Please be nice. :)

Alejandro Vargas had spent the last eight months on a deployment that seemed like an eternity. From the arid deserts to the freezing mountains, he had faced it all, serving his country with unwavering dedication. He had fought alongside his comrades, forged unbreakable bonds, and witnessed the chaos of warfare up close. But through it all, he held on to a single image that kept him going: the warm embrace of his significant other eagerly waiting for him at home.

As the transport plane touched down on familiar soil, Alejandro felt a mix of emotions bubbling within him. Relief, exhaustion, excitement—they all blended into a symphony of sensations that tugged at his heart. The scent of the homeland filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but crack a small smile. The anticipation of reuniting with the one person who had been his rock throughout this ordeal was almost overwhelming.

His journey home wasn't long, yet every minute felt like an eternity. His mind raced with memories of the countless conversations they'd shared over choppy satellite connections and the letters that had kept their connection alive. Those letters—scribbled with ink and filled with sentiments of love and longing—had been his lifeline, a way to stay grounded in the midst of chaos.

Finally, the cab pulled up to their shared apartment building. As he stepped out of the vehicle, Alejandro's heart pounded like a drum. He glanced at the window of their apartment, a small light glowing from within. His hands trembled slightly as he inserted the key and turned the lock. The door swung open, revealing the haven he had missed so dearly.

"Hey, I'm home," he called out, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and eagerness.

The apartment was warmly lit, and there they were—the one who had stolen his heart, their significant other. With short, vibrant hair and a beaming smile, they rushed towards him, moving with an energy that could light up the entire room. Alejandro's heart soared as they leaped into his arms, wrapping themselves around him in a tight embrace.

"Welcome back, hero!" they exclaimed, their voice filled with genuine elation.

Alejandro held them as if he never wanted to let go. The smell of their hair, the feel of their warmth—it was all so real and surreal at the same time. He closed his eyes and simply breathed in, feeling a sense of completeness that he hadn't experienced in months.

"I missed you so much," he managed to whisper, his voice choked with emotion.

"I missed you too, more than words can say," they replied, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "But now you're here, safe and sound."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, their eyes communicating volumes beyond what words could convey. Then, as if unable to contain their excitement any longer, they pulled him towards the living room.

"Sit, sit! I've got something special for you," they said, their voice a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Curious, Alejandro obliged and settled onto the couch. They disappeared into the kitchen briefly before returning with a plate of homemade cookies. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. These were the little things he had missed—the shared moments, the ordinary pleasures of life.

"Cookies?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Hey, a hero deserves the sweetest welcome home," they retorted, winking at him.

As they sat there, munching on cookies and catching up on each other's lives, Alejandro felt a sense of ease wash over him. The weight of his experiences abroad was still there, but being with them made it all feel a bit lighter. They had a unique way of grounding him, of bringing him back to the present moment.

In the days that followed, Alejandro and his significant other fell into a rhythm that felt so familiar, yet so new. He reveled in the little things—the scent of their morning coffee, the way they hummed as they cooked dinner together, and the comfortable silence that they could share without any awkwardness. They spent hours talking about everything they had missed, and Alejandro found himself opening up about things he hadn't even shared with his closest comrades.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the sunset, Alejandro found himself overcome by a surge of gratitude. He turned to them and took their hand in his.

"You know, coming back to you is the greatest gift I could have asked for," he confessed, his voice soft yet sincere.

They smiled and leaned their head against his shoulder. "And having you back here, safe and sound, is all I ever wanted. You're my hero, Alejandro."

As the weeks turned into months, Alejandro continued to adjust to civilian life. It wasn't always easy—there were moments when the memories of the battlefield would resurface, but his significant other was there to hold his hand and remind him of the strength he possessed. With their unwavering support, he started attending therapy sessions to process his experiences, slowly finding healing in their presence.

One day, as they walked hand in hand through a park, Alejandro turned to them with a thoughtful expression.

"You know, I've been thinking," he began, his gaze earnest. "I've been through so much, seen things that I can't even put into words. But through it all, you were my constant. You kept me grounded, reminding me of the goodness that still exists in the world."

They stopped walking and looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued, his voice steady. "I want to wake up every day and know that you're by my side, facing whatever challenges come our way, just like we faced my deployment together."

Tears glistened in their eyes as they realized the weight of his words. Without saying a word, they pulled him into a tight hug, their embrace saying more than any words ever could.

And so, in that park, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the echoes of their journey, Alejandro Vargas knelt on one knee and asked the question that would seal their fate. "Will you marry me?"

Their joyful laughter filled the air as they nodded enthusiastically, tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks. Alejandro slipped the ring onto their finger, sealing their commitment to a future filled with love, resilience, and shared experiences.

From that day forward, their story continued—a tale of two souls who had faced the trials of war and the challenges of life, only to find their way back to each other's arms. With their love as a guiding light, Alejandro and their significant other faced each new day with renewed strength, knowing that as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way.

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Homecoming (Price Version)

Character: Captain John Price

Pairing: Price x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 998

Warnings: none

John Price had spent the last six months in the midst of chaos, his life consumed by the demands of warfare. As a battle-hardened soldier, he had faced countless dangers, survived unthinkable situations, and witnessed the brutality of conflict. But now, the time had finally come for him to return home.

The plane ride back felt surreal. The roar of the engines and the turbulence beneath him seemed distant and unimportant, as his mind was fixated on the thought of being reunited with the one person who had kept him going through it all. As he gazed out of the window, he imagined the moment he would step off the plane and into the arms of his significant other.

Finally, the wheels of the plane touched down, and John's heart raced with anticipation. He collected his belongings and walked down the gangway, his steps quickening with each passing moment. As he entered the bustling terminal, he scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar face that had sustained him during his deployment.

And then, there they were – standing near the arrival gate, holding a sign that read "Welcome Home, John!" Tears welled up in John's eyes as he rushed forward, dropping his bags and pulling them into a tight embrace. The embrace was filled with all the longing, relief, and love that had built up over the months of separation.

"It's really you," John whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

They pulled back slightly to look at each other, their eyes locking in a gaze that communicated more than words ever could. In that moment, the war, the distance, and the pain all faded away, leaving only the present, where they were finally together again.

"I missed you so much," they said, their voice trembling.

"I missed you too," John replied, his voice a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

As they stood there, holding each other, the bustling airport faded into the background. The noise of the crowd was replaced by the beating of their hearts, a rhythm that had somehow stayed connected despite the miles that had separated them.

Eventually, they pulled away, and John wiped away the tears that had escaped his eyes. "I can't believe I'm finally home," he said, a smile breaking through his exhaustion.

"Well, you better believe it," they said, their energy infectious. "Because we have a lot of catching up to do!"

They linked their arm through John's, leading him towards the exit. As they walked through the airport, they chatted animatedly about everything that had happened while John was away – the little moments, the triumphs, and even the mundane details that had become so important in their absence.

Outside, a cool breeze greeted them, and John took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of freedom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It was a stark contrast to the war-torn landscapes he had become accustomed to.

They led John to a car parked nearby, and as they drove through the city, John marveled at how much had changed and yet how much remained the same. The city lights twinkled like stars against the darkening sky, and for the first time in months, John felt a sense of peace settle over him.

Finally, they pulled up to a cozy apartment building. "Welcome home," they said, their voice brimming with excitement.

John stepped out of the car and followed them inside. The apartment was filled with warmth and the comforting scent of home-cooked food. It was a stark contrast to the barracks he had called home for so long.

As they sat down to eat, John listened intently as they recounted their own experiences over the past months. Their stories were filled with laughter, anecdotes, and a contagious enthusiasm for life that was both uplifting and soothing. For the first time in a long while, John found himself genuinely smiling, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, where they had set up a cozy spot with blankets and pillows. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, as they talked about their dreams, their hopes for the future, and all the plans they had for the time they would spend together.

As the night grew darker, they shifted the conversation towards lighter topics, sharing funny anecdotes and playful banter. They spoke about the quirks that had been revealed during their time apart and reminisced about the memories they had created together.

"You know," they said, their voice softening, "even though you were far away, I felt your presence with me every day. Your strength, your courage – they've always been my inspiration."

John looked at them, his heart swelling with gratitude. "And you, my love, were the light that guided me through the darkest moments. Knowing that I had you waiting for me kept me going, even when things seemed impossible."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that held all the tenderness and passion that had built up over the months. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist, and there was only the two of them, bound by a love that had proven unbreakable, even in the face of war.

As the night grew deeper, they settled into each other's arms, finding comfort in the closeness that had eluded them for so long. The war was still a part of John's past, but in this moment, it felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the love that enveloped them.

As they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's embrace, John realized that coming home wasn't just about returning to a physical place. It was about finding his way back to the heart that had sustained him, the heart that had been waiting for him all along. And as he closed his eyes, he knew that no matter where life took them next, their love would always be his guiding light.

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Homecoming (Soap Version)

Character: John "Soap" MacTavish

Pairing: Soap x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

John MacTavish had spent the last six months in a war-torn country, facing danger at every turn, and enduring the harshest of conditions. He was a battle-hardened soldier, a skilled operative in the international Special Forces. But now, after what felt like an eternity, he was finally returning home.

As the plane touched down on familiar soil, John's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He hadn't seen his significant other in half a year, and he couldn't wait to wrap them in his arms. He disembarked from the aircraft and made his way through the bustling airport, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The airport was filled with families reuniting, loved ones hugging and laughing, tears of joy streaming down cheeks. John's heart swelled as he watched these scenes unfold, knowing that his own reunion was just moments away.

He stepped out of the airport into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun. His significant other had insisted on picking him up, and they had promised to be there when he arrived. John scanned the crowd, his heart pounding harder with every passing second. And then, a familiar figure caught his eye. Their hair was dyed a vibrant shade of blue, and they wore a t-shirt with a slogan that made John chuckle despite himself. It read, "I survived six months without you – toughest mission ever!"

John couldn't help but break into a grin as they saw each other. He quickened his pace, the duffel bag forgotten as he closed the distance between them. And then, finally, they were in each other's arms. The embrace was tight, full of a longing that words could never express. John buried his face in their hair, inhaling deeply and committing their scent to memory. They held onto each other as if they were afraid to let go, as if the world might steal this moment away from them.

"I can't believe you're finally home," they whispered into his ear, their voice filled with emotion.

"I missed you so damn much," John replied, his voice rough with a mix of relief and overwhelming love.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes locking onto his. "Well, prepare yourself, because I've got a whole list of things planned for us now that you're back."

John raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh really? Do I even want to know what's on that list?"

They laughed, a sound that was like music to John's ears. "Trust me, you're going to love it."

Together, they walked towards the car that was parked nearby. John's significant other took his hand in theirs, their fingers intertwining naturally, as if they were made to fit together. The drive home was filled with easy conversation, catching up on all the little things that had happened during John's absence. They talked about their friends, their work, the latest movies they had seen, and the new restaurant that had opened in town.

When they finally arrived home, John couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. The familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of their shared space – it was all so reassuring after the chaos of the battlefield. As he stepped inside, he looked around, taking in the little changes they had made to the decor, the way their personal touches had made the place feel even more like home.

"So, what's first on the list?" John asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

His significant other grinned mischievously. "Well, first we're going to get you cleaned up. Then, we're going to have a movie night – your choice of film, of course. And after that, I've got a surprise dinner planned."

John raised an eyebrow. "A surprise dinner, huh? Should I be worried?"

They chuckled. "Don't worry, it's nothing too fancy. Just something I've been wanting to cook for you."

As John took a long, hot shower, he couldn't help but reflect on how lucky he was to have someone like them in his life. They had been his rock throughout his deployment, sending him care packages, staying up late to video call despite the time zone difference, and writing him letters that he cherished more than anything. Their unwavering support had kept him going during the toughest of times, and now that he was home, he was determined to make every moment count.

When he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in comfortable lounge pants and a soft t-shirt, he found the living room transformed into a cozy haven. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the couch, and a selection of movies was laid out on the coffee table. His significant other was already nestled on the couch, their eyes lighting up when they saw him.

"Welcome to movie night," they said, patting the spot next to them.

John settled in beside them, the warmth of their presence seeping into his bones. They took turns picking movies, laughing and joking as they debated which one to watch. As the opening scenes of the chosen film played on the screen, John couldn't help but steal glances at his significant other. Their laughter, their expressions – all of it was a reminder of the life he had fought so hard to return to.

After the movie, they moved into the kitchen together, working side by side as they prepared dinner. John watched them move with a sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort that only came from sharing a life with someone. They chatted and joked as they cooked, the tension and distance of the past six months melting away with every shared moment.

Finally, dinner was ready, and they sat down at the table, the food spread out before them. John took a bite of the dish they had prepared, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, this is amazing."

They beamed with pride. "I'm glad you like it."

As they ate, they talked about their plans for the future. John shared his dreams of eventually leaving the battlefield behind, of finding a quieter life where he could be with them without the constant threat of danger. They listened, offering words of encouragement and support, their unwavering belief in him giving him the strength to pursue those dreams.

As the evening turned into night, John found himself feeling more at peace than he had in a long time. The weight of the past months seemed to lift off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging and love. He looked at his significant other, really looked at them, and realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life.

As they curled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, John whispered, "Thank you for waiting for me."

They looked up at him, their eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Always, John. You're home now, and that's all that matters."

And in that moment, as they held each other close, John knew that no matter what challenges the future might hold, as long as he had them by his side, he could face anything with courage and determination. The war had shaped him, but it was love that would heal him and guide him toward a future filled with hope and happiness.

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Homecoming (Ghost Version)

This is going to be a...not a series per say...but a small one shot fic involving different MW2 characters.

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Ghost x GN Reader (Y/n is not used)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Cuteness

A/N: Please be nice.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban neighborhood. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, an electric current of excitement that seemed to resonate with every passing moment. In the heart of that neighborhood stood a modest house, its windows lit with warm, welcoming light.

Simon "Ghost" Riley had spent months away from home, embroiled in covert operations and dangerous missions as a key member of Task Force 141. The battles he'd faced were brutal, his skills tested to their limits, but his thoughts were never far from the one person who had anchored him throughout the chaos.

As his car pulled into the driveway, Ghost took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his iconic skull mask no longer obscuring his face. The scars of war marred his features, a testament to the trials he'd endured.

With a sense of purpose, Ghost stepped out of the car and made his way to the front door. The house looked unchanged from when he had left, a comforting familiarity that eased his nerves. He lifted a hand to knock but paused, his ears catching a faint sound from within.

Laughter. The sound of pure, unadulterated joy.

A smile tugged at the corners of Ghost's lips as he pushed open the door. The living room was aglow with warm light, the walls adorned with photographs capturing moments of happiness and love. And there, in the center of it all, was their significant other, their eyes sparkling with mirth.

They were engaged in a lively dance with a golden retriever, their laughter filling the room as the dog leaped and twirled in joyful abandon. Ghost watched, his heart swelling with affection, as they moved with an energy that was infectious.

The dog noticed Ghost first, its tail wagging furiously as it bounded over. Ghost knelt down, his hands outstretched, and the dog's excitement was palpable as it showered him with slobbery kisses. He laughed, scratching behind its ears before he rose to his feet.

"Welcome home, Simon!" their significant other exclaimed, their voice a mix of surprise and delight as they abandoned their dance to rush into his arms.

Ghost's embrace was tight, his relief at being back in their arms evident. He breathed in the familiar scent of home, the warmth of their presence grounding him in a reality that felt worlds away from the battlefields he'd traversed.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," Ghost murmured into their hair.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes meeting his with a mixture of love and concern. "I've missed you too. But you're here now, and that's what matters."

As they spoke, Ghost couldn't help but notice the slight signs of weariness in their eyes. It had been a long deployment, and he knew that they had faced their own challenges while he was away. He reached out, his thumb brushing gently across their cheek.

"Hey, you've been holding down the fort here," he said, his voice soft with gratitude.

Their smile was bittersweet, a reflection of the strength they had summoned in his absence. "We've had our moments, but knowing you were out there doing what you do best... it made it a little easier."

Ghost pressed a kiss to their forehead, his heart swelling with admiration. "I couldn't have done it without you waiting for me here."

Their significant other pulled him closer, their lips finding his in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of reconnection, and of promises made without words. When they finally pulled away, their eyes held a mixture of tenderness and playfulness.

"So, how about a proper welcome home celebration?" they suggested, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "And what does that entail?"

Their grin widened, and they took his hand, leading him toward the living room. "Well, first, you have to meet the newest member of our family."

As they stepped into the living room, Ghost's eyes fell on a tiny crib, nestled in a corner. A rush of emotions overtook him as he gazed at the slumbering bundle within. It was as if time stood still as he approached, his fingers gentle as he brushed against the soft fabric.

"Our daughter," his significant other said softly, their voice filled with awe and love.

Ghost's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. He had known they were expecting, but seeing their child for the first time, his own flesh and blood, filled him with a sense of wonder that words couldn't capture. He turned to them, his eyes misty.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice catching in his throat.

They took his hand, their fingers intertwining. "You don't have to say anything. You're here now, and that's what matters."

As Ghost gazed at his significant other and their daughter, a profound sense of gratitude washed over him. He had returned from the darkness of war to a home filled with light, love, and the promise of a future he had fought to protect.

Days turned into weeks, and Ghost settled into the rhythm of domestic life. The challenges of the battlefield had taught him to appreciate the small moments, the quiet joys that could easily be overlooked. He spent his days alternating between helping with diaper changes and marveling at the miracle of parenthood.

Late one evening, as the house was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Ghost found himself rocking their daughter to sleep. She nestled against his chest, her tiny fingers curling around his own. He watched her peaceful expression, his heart aching with a love that was both fierce and gentle.

Their significant other entered the room, their steps soft as they approached. They leaned against the doorway, their eyes filled with tenderness as they watched Ghost with their child.

"She's lucky to have you," they said, their voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost looked up, his gaze meeting theirs. "And I'm lucky to have both of you."

Their smile was radiant, a reflection of the happiness that had taken root in their lives. "You know, you're a natural at this."

Ghost chuckled softly, his movements gentle as he continued to rock their daughter. "I guess some things are worth fighting for."

As the night wore on, Ghost lay in bed beside his significant other, their daughter asleep in the crib nearby. Their fingers were intertwined, their bodies curled together in a quiet intimacy that felt like a sanctuary from the world. The scars of war were still present, both physical and emotional, but in that moment, they were overshadowed by the warmth of love and the promise of a future built on shared dreams.

"Promise me something," Ghost said softly, his voice a whisper in the darkness.

Their significant other shifted, their gaze curious. "Anything."

He turned to them, his eyes earnest. "Promise me that no matter what comes next, we'll face it together. As a family."

Their smile was soft, their fingers tracing delicate patterns on his hand. "I promise."

In the embrace of that promise, Ghost found a sense of peace he had thought was lost forever. The scars of the past would always be a part of him, but they no longer defined him. He was more than a soldier; he was a partner, a parent, and a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed dark and uncertain.

As he drifted into sleep, his significant other by his side and their daughter's gentle breaths filling the room, Ghost knew that he had finally found his way home. The battles he had fought, the sacrifices he had made—they had all led him to this moment of belonging, of love, and of a future that held infinite possibilities.

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Shadows of the Past

Okay so this is the first fic for Modern Warfare 2 I am doing...please go easy on me. Yes, I know. I am not dead like many thought. I...Life has started to catch up to me and it isn't pretty.

Title: Shadows of the Past

Rating: Teen for the mentions of violence

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Ghost x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Character injuries, fluff

The sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the city. Among the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, an air of tension hung heavy. The world was on the brink of chaos, and the covert operations unit known as Task Force 141 was at the forefront of the battle against the encroaching darkness.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, a legendary figure within the Task Force, moved with grace and precision through the dimly lit alleyways. His iconic skull mask concealed his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. Ghost was a man of few words, but his reputation as a ruthless and efficient operator spoke volumes.

In the heart of a derelict building, Ghost hunched over a table strewn with maps, surveillance photos, and intelligence reports. He was analyzing the latest data on a suspected arms dealer who had been funneling weapons to hostile factions across the globe. As he traced his finger across the city layout, he couldn't shake the feeling that this mission was different from the rest.

Just then, the door swung open, and the rest of the Task Force filed in. Captain John Price, the grizzled leader of the team, entered with a determined expression. Beside him was a gender-neutral individual, a newcomer to the Task Force who had quickly proven their skills in combat and their resourcefulness in the field. They had earned the respect of their teammates, but Ghost remained skeptical, always one to keep his guard up.

"Listen up," Price began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "We've tracked our target to a remote compound on the outskirts of the city. Intel suggests that he's stockpiling chemical weapons there. Our objective is to infiltrate the compound, gather evidence, and if possible, apprehend the target."

The room was tense as Price continued to outline the mission details. Ghost studied the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, their focus unwavering, their determination palpable. Despite himself, Ghost couldn't help but be impressed.

Hours later, under the cover of darkness, the Task Force assembled near the compound. Ghost and the newcomer were assigned to breach the rear entrance, while Price and the others covered the front. The night air was cool and charged with anticipation as the team split into pairs and moved into position.

Ghost and the newcomer moved like shadows, their steps silent and deliberate. They communicated through subtle gestures, a language known only to those who had spent countless hours training together. As they neared the entrance, Ghost paused, turning to face the newcomer. They exchanged a brief nod, a silent affirmation of their shared purpose.

The breach was executed flawlessly, and Ghost and the newcomer swept into the compound with guns raised. The interior was dimly lit, crates of weapons stacked along the walls. They moved with precision, clearing rooms and eliminating guards with calculated efficiency. It was during this chaotic ballet of combat that Ghost began to recognize the undeniable skill and determination of the newcomer.

As they moved deeper into the compound, they uncovered evidence of the arms dealer's nefarious operations. Documents, shipping manifests, and encrypted communications painted a grim picture of a world on the brink of chaos. Ghost felt a spark of respect for the newcomer, a recognition of their shared commitment to the mission.

But the mission took an unexpected turn when they cornered the arms dealer in a dimly lit room. He was armed and desperate, his eyes wild with fear and defiance. Shots rang out, the air thick with tension as bullets whizzed past. In the chaos, the newcomer took a hit, their shoulder grazed by a bullet.

Ghost's instincts kicked in, his focus shifting from the arms dealer to the fallen teammate. He provided cover fire as they retreated to a safer position. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he applied pressure to the wound, his movements sure and steady. In that moment, Ghost saw beyond the mask and the reputation, recognizing the vulnerability that lay beneath.

The arms dealer was subdued, the mission accomplished, but Ghost's thoughts were with the wounded newcomer. As the team regrouped and the compound was secured, they were airlifted to safety. The newcomer's wound was tended to, and Ghost watched from a distance, his usually stoic demeanor softened by concern.

Days turned into weeks, and as the newcomer recovered, Ghost found himself drawn to their side. They trained together, their movements fluid and synchronized. They shared stories, laughter, and quiet moments of camaraderie. Ghost's skepticism began to wane, replaced by a growing bond that he couldn't quite explain.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon once more, Ghost found himself sitting beside the newcomer on the rooftop of their safehouse. The city stretched out before them, a tapestry of lights and shadows. The air was filled with a sense of possibility, of second chances.

"You know, I wasn't sure about you at first," Ghost admitted, his voice low and measured.

The newcomer turned to him, a wry smile tugging at their lips. "I could tell."

Ghost chuckled softly, a rare sound that felt like a balm to his own wounded soul. "But you proved yourself. And not just on the field. You're resilient, resourceful."

The newcomer's gaze held his, their eyes a mirror of understanding. "You're not so bad yourself, Ghost."

The nickname, once a source of mystery and intimidation, now felt like a badge of honor. Ghost leaned back, his shoulders brushing against the wall, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself relax.

As the night wore on, the temperature dropped, and the two of them huddled closer together for warmth. The stars above were like distant beacons, guiding them forward. Ghost's fingers brushed against the newcomer's, and without a word, they intertwined, a silent promise of companionship and understanding.

The war raged on, the battles growing fiercer, but Ghost and the newcomer faced each challenge side by side. Their bond deepened, a connection forged in the crucible of conflict and shared purpose.

And so, it was on a quiet night, after a particularly grueling mission, that Ghost found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, lost in thought. The weight of the world was heavy on his shoulders, the ghosts of the past always lurking at the periphery of his mind.

The door to his room creaked open, and the newcomer entered, their gaze gentle and unwavering. Without a word, they approached Ghost, their presence a soothing balm to his weary soul. They sat down beside him, their shoulder pressing against his, a silent reminder that he was not alone.

"You know," the newcomer said softly, "even ghosts need someone to lean on."

Ghost turned to them, his gaze meeting theirs, and in that moment, he felt a warmth he had long denied himself. He reached out, his fingers grazing their cheek, and they leaned into his touch, their eyes closing in contentment.

"Maybe you're right," he admitted, his voice a whisper.

The room was filled with a quiet intimacy, the air heavy with unspoken words and the promise of tomorrow. As exhaustion claimed them, they shifted closer, Ghost's arms wrapping around the newcomer, their bodies fitting together as if they had always belonged.

In the stillness of the night, beneath the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of the future, Ghost and the newcomer found solace in each other's arms.

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This is Why I hate Attention Chapter 5

Heyo! I am posting chapter 5 of my fanfic called This is Why I Hate Attention. I have posted it on FanFiction.net under the same username if you wanna watch it there.

Disclaimer: I don’t own vampire diaries

Rating: M

Warnings: Elena bashing, blood, mentions of abuse/rape

Please note these warnings are for the whole series.

Pairing: I do not have an official pairing yet.

Words: 1.9k

Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

Chapter 5

-Mystic Falls, Virginia-

Jessica gazed at her aunt and her siblings before she went wide eyed as she was suddenly hugged by Elena out of all people. It took her a full minute to register that not only was her sister hugging her, but Elena was also crying into her shoulder. Jessica furrowed her brow confused. Why would Elena be crying for her out of all people? Could Elena know about what Stefan and Damon did to her? The 15 year old immortal swallowed thickly as Elena pulled away from her. “What was that for?” she asked softly slightly confused.

Elena gazed at her sister and murmured, “I know.” She swallowed thickly and sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I know what they did to you, and I couldn’t bear to stay near them. Rose has been helping me take measures to make they can’t come into the house anymore as well as protect Jeremy, Jenna, and Matt.” She wrapped an arm around Jessica and looked at Elijah swallowing thickly. “Thank you…for saving her and helping her.” The Doppelganger smiled as Elijah nodded to her and turned to face her Aunt who happily invited Jessica into the house.

Jenna looked at Elijah and hummed softly before glancing at Elena. “Should I also invite him in?” the redhead asked raising an eyebrow seeing how Jessica seemed to see him as some sort of parental figure. She looked at Jeremy who gave a shrug as he didn’t really know Elijah and then at Elena who was quiet for a moment. “Let’s talk it over inside,” she said to her nieces and nephew before looking at the Original. “Give us like ten minutes okay,” she told him and gently shut the door after her nieces came inside.

Jessica bit her lip and looked at her family as she stood to the side inhaling sharply as Elena gave her a mug that had blood from a blood bag that had been warmed up in the microwave by Rose. She gave a shy smile to her sister and to Rose in thanks as she was hungry and her anxiety was making her hunger worse. She sat at the table and looked at Jenna as their guardian asked if Elijah was trustworthy. Jessica nodded shyly. “I think he is….then again maybe I am a little biased because he has been helping me the past almost week. He spent a lot of money on me, and his witches have been really nice to me. He even got me a Daylight Anklet to wear as well as the ring…” Jessica began rambling about everything Elijah has done for her the past week and blushed as she realized her siblings and Jenna and even Rose were staring at her very amused. “Shush your faces,” she grumbled at them hiding her face in her mug of blood. “This shouldn’t really be about me especially since my emotions are all over the place at the moment,” she whispered lightly and tensed for a moment as Jeremy hugged her. She held her breath as she slowly hugged him back. She didn’t want to hurt anyone of her family members, and knew that being around them would help her gain more control. However, she had a feeling that her cravings were going to be hard to manage for the rest of eternity. She knew that Elijah had control, but he had told her it took him centuries to truly gain control. She was scared that she wouldn’t be able to get a handle on being a vampire very quickly. She wanted to be able to have some kind of normalcy back in her life since she was now dead and immortal for all time. Jessica blinked as Rose placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Elijah keeps his word. I have a feeling he has promised to show Jessica what she needs to be a vampire. He will do anything and everything to make sure she is stronger than when she was human,” she stated smiling softly as she looked down at Jessica. The 500 year old vampire gave Jessica’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. She knew Elijah could easily get retribution for anyone who betrayed his family, but she – like Elijah – wanted to help Jessica become the best version of herself now that she was a vampire. “Plus, normally wherever Elijah is, Klaus is close behind. Something tells me they had a falling out over the last hundred years meaning that Klaus is more than likely not with Elijah. Now, that does not mean that Klaus isn’t having people watch Elijah to keep track of his movements, but we can’t really know until Klaus makes himself known.”

Jenna bit her lip lightly and hummed for a moment before she nodded and went to the door to see Elijah waiting on the porch gazing out at the trees in front of the Gilbert home. “Can you promise me both Jessica and Elena will be safe?” she asked him her voice sounding as though his life depended on his answer.

Elijah gazed at her and nodded. “You have my word,” he responded back to her. He slowly stepped over the threshold as he was invited into the Gilbert home by Jenna. He gave a nod to Rose as well as the Doppelganger in greeting. “You are correct in your deduction Rose-Marie. Niklaus and I are not on the best terms. In fact, it was why I was looking for the Petrova Doppelganger. I plan to kill Niklaus for what he did to the rest of our family.” He could feel Jessica’s concerned expression gazing at him and sat between Jenna and Elena seeing they were all confused. “I am not the only Original Vampire….my siblings are also Orignals.” He cracked a smirk at the shocked expression of the Doppelganger. “I believe the term you’re looking for is…OMG,” he said with a hint of sass and sarcasm. Elijah – while watching over Jessica – was slowly coming to terms with what he hid behind the red door of his mind. The door wasn’t fully open, but watching over and training a newborn vampire brought out something in him that was forcing him to see himself in a different light than the painting he had tried to create to cover the door and lock it away. The past thousand years he had spent trying to hide away behind a painting…a façade that he was better than his siblings…who killed and took what they wanted. He had killed plenty over the last millennium, and he was not innocent. However, he was going to try his best to be good. He was going to do everything in his power to overcome the demons he had spent 1000 years running from. The brown haired Original glanced at Rose who seemed to notice the change in Elijah. He gave a subtle nod to the younger vampire and looked back out at the Gilbert family as Elena spoke up.

“Wait…what exactly did Klaus do to your family?” Elena asked tentatively. She was nervous now because if Klaus killed Elijah’s family then what lengths would Klaus go to get her and kill her.

“Niklaus…he placed our siblings in caskets and threw them into the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean,” he spoke lowly looking away from them as his emotions rose to the surface. He gave a heavy sigh. “Our siblings our gone due to his treacherous ways of paranoia and betrayal.”

Jessica frowned slightly as she watched Elijah. From the stories that he had told her, the idea of Klaus dropping his siblings into the ocean seemed wrong. The concept of him acting like that sat wrong with her. She didn’t fully understand why, but Jessica knew that Klaus couldn’t have killed his siblings…his family that easily. “Didn’t you say that Mikael was after all of you especially Klaus? What if he used those daggers you told me about to protect your family from your psychotic father?” she asked before her brain caught up with what she said. She went wide eyed and looked down at her now empty mug and swallowed thickly.

Elijah stared at Jessica for a long moment. What Jessica said had merit. The idea of Niklaus daggering their siblings to protect them from Mikael was very plausible. It could also be why Niklaus was so hell bent on breaking his curse and becoming a hybrid. The Original closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. He knew Kol always caused a ruckus wherever he was. Rebekah was too easily swayed by her emotions. Finn was always more of a supporter of their mother and hated what they had been turned into. He opened his eyes as he sat back in his seat as if he had been hit in the face by reality itself. He looked at Jessica and gave a small smile. “To be honest I never truly thought of it that way. I….I always believed that Niklaus had lost his humanity over the years…not that he was protecting us. You might be onto something Jessica,” he said lightly and looked at Rose-Marie. “How confident are you that you can protect the Gilbert Family Rose-Marie?” he asked raising an eyebrow at her. The 500 year old vampire seemed very protective of the Gilberts probably due to what Elena had discovered about the Salvatore brothers.

“From Damon and Stefan Salvatore and vampire that is not as old as I am….rather confident. However, there is the problem of my situation of not being able to walk in the sun and the Salvatores are,” she said leaning against the island counter as she looked at Elijah swallowing thickly. She hoped that maybe Elijah would be able to get her a piece of Daylight jewelry by helping and protecting the Gilberts.

“I will be able to take care of that for you…if you can prove yourself and help Jessica as well. There are many things that I have to do especially if Niklaus will be arriving soon as word has probably gotten out that the Petrova Doppelganger exists once again. Be warned he will try to take what he wants by force, but I do have a way for you to stay alive after the ritual. I will try to find Niklaus before he comes to Mystic Falls, but I do not know where he is at the moment,” Elijah explained as he stood and fixed his suit jacket nodding to them before smiling at Jessica. “Rose-Marie has much to teach you while I am gone. I will keep in contact with you; however, if you ever need anything do not hesitate to call me. The same goes for all of you as well.”

Jessica bit her lip and stood suddenly hugging Elijah tightly. “Thank you,” she murmured softly into his chest. She pulled away slightly and smiled softly at him. “Thank you for everything.”

“Of course Jessica,” he murmured back. He knows that he didn’t sire her, but he felt that same way that Niklaus felt about Marcellus...he felt as though she was his daughter and ward even though her family was alive and well. He place a gentle kiss on the crown of her hair and left the Gilbert home quickly to try to track down his younger brother.

Jessica smiled softly to herself ad turned to Rose. “So…it looks like I am your Padawan now,” she quipped and giggled as her family and Rose snorted at her comment. “What lessons shall I learn from you master?” she teased biting her lip trying not to smile as she heard Rose groan in slight annoyance.

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This is Why I hate Attention Chapter 4

Heyo! I am posting chapter 4 of my fanfic called This is Why I Hate Attention. I have posted it on FanFiction.net under the same username if you wanna watch it there.

Disclaimer: I don’t own vampire diaries

Rating: M

Warnings: Elena bashing, blood, mentions of abuse/rape

Please note these warnings are for the whole series.

Pairing: I do not have an official pairing yet.

Words: 2.8k

Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3

Chapter 4

-Richmond, Virginia-

Jessica felt overwhelmed and confused as she mulled over the thought of contacting Aunt Jenna and her sister. She bit her lip trying to decide for herself if she wanted anything to do with her family. Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned against the wall of a building in an alley as she covered her mouth trying not to have a nervous breakdown. She was barely a week old, and her emotions were still running high. The 15 year old immortal closed her eyes trying to focus only on her heartbeat because the smell of blood was now becoming overwhelming, and she was trying her best to hold back from draining the closest person to her as people walked by the alley without any cares in the world. She flinched and used her speed to pin the person who suddenly grabbed her hands to the opposite wall glaring as dark veins appeared under eyes. The man she pinned had darker blonde hair and blue eyes, but Jessica went wide eyed as the man simply raised an eyebrow before his own face changed. She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes and pulled away from the man panting softly chewing on her lower lip to try to keep herself from attacking anyone.

The man watched her for a moment. He could tell that this young girl was a newborn vampire. He wasn’t sure how she got a daylight ring, but he could tell something was making her upset which didn’t help her cravings for blood. He frowned for a moment as he caught a faint scent…the faint scent of his older brother Elijah. He gave a smirk as he lightly took one of her arms into his hand and pulled her deeper into the alley. “Come love. Why don’t you have some blood from me?” he asked, his accent obviously not American. He tilted his head slightly to the side, smirking still.

Jessica went wide eyed at the question. She gasped softly and pulled away from the unknown vampire looking away from him. Elijah had briefly told her that blood sharing was something that was very intimate especially between two vampires. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and tasted blood from how hard she bit down. She didn’t know how she felt about drinking from someone she didn’t know. The 15 year old immortal swallowed thickly before she bit down on her lip instead of her cheek as her fangs grew slightly at the slight thought of blood breaking the skin on her lips. Jessica inhaled sharply as the unknown yet handsome vampire closed any distance between them without warning her.

He sped closer to her as veins appeared under his eyes while inhaling her scent. Her natural scent drove something inside of him crazy, and he didn’t understand it. However, he wanted to help this young vampire for some strange reason. The blonde vampire slowly lifted her chin leaning back as he lightly took her lower lip between his teeth and sucked slightly. His eyes darkened even more as he realized she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her. He smirked and gazed at the young immortal with a mischievous look in his blue eyes. He could smell she wasn’t a virgin, but he had a feeling she had never truly felt pleasure before. A small amount of her blood stained his lips as his nose nuzzled her cheek for a moment before slowly running down her skin and onto her pale neck. Every little touch he did to her as he moved his hands slowly down her arms and up her thighs slightly. He nearly groaned hearing a soft mewl come from her throat as he felt her heart speed up from the feather light touches. The blonde knew he was driving her insane by barely touching her. He remembered when he was a newborn vampire. His sex drive and blood lust were something that he had not expected as he himself took and drained multiple people at the time of his turning. “You quite like this don’t you?” he purred lowly in her ear, lightly biting down on the skin just below her ear. He froze when he heard a soft whimper of fear and saw her squeezing her eyes shut as if she was trying not to relive a horrible experience. This small action of hers made him frown ever so slightly as his thoughts began firing off questions faster than he could keep up. Had she been taken advantage of? Was it someone close to her? Had it been someone who she thought she could trust? Was that why he could smell she wasn’t a virgin? Was that why it seemed she had never truly been touched before? The older vampire pulled away from her and heard her whisper one word over and over…no. A tugging feeling deep inside of him told him to rip apart anyone who had caused this young vampire harm. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way. He would have to have Greta look into why this was happening to him.

Her reaction, however, was all he needed to let her go and pull her into a soft yet comforting embrace. He lightly stroked her hair and murmured in her ear, “Drink love. You’re obviously hungry.” He heard her sniffle for a few more moments as her breath hitched while she tried to calm down before he winced as he felt her bite down on his neck drinking a rather large amount of his blood, but it wasn’t enough to really affect him. He held back a soft groan as she eventually pulled away from him calmer than she had been before. He lifted her chin as he compelled her. “Forget what happened here, Love. You will remember when the time is right.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before vanishing from sight.

Jessica frowned as she lifted her fingers and felt something sticky. She licked her lips and tasted blood on them. She found it odd because there was no bodies around her signifying she had drank from someone. She doesn’t even remember the last ten minutes. All she remembered was hearing from Rose her sister and aunt wanted to talk and then leaving Slater’s apartment. How had she gotten to this alley? What happened during the last ten minutes? Could Elijah have come out here and compelled her? The young immortal shook her head rapidly to herself. Elijah had promised he wouldn’t compel her. That could mean she had run into his brother, Niklaus. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Why would his brother compel her? What could he have possibly want? Jessica sighed heavily closing her eyes for a moment to try to get her thoughts in order and turned as she heard Elijah clear his throat while he stood at the entrance of the alley. She walked over to him and murmured, “Are there any Originals awake besides you and your brother?”

Elijah frowned at her question. Why would she be asking something such as that? He stiffened slightly, smelling a faint yet familiar scent. It could very well be possible that somehow Niklaus had found them and compelled Jessica. She was a newborn vampire after all. He narrowed his eyes, smelling blood and seeing a small amount of blood on her face right by her lip. Where had she gotten blood? He didn’t smell any passing humans with blood coming from them. He also didn’t see any bodies nearby her or smell any for that matter. He slowly stepped closer to her, giving a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No there isn’t. Do not worry Jessica. Everything will be okay. Niklaus has no knowledge of my location or that of your sister.”

Jessica bit her lip lightly as she gave a slight nod. She trusted Elijah and knew he would keep his promise to her.

-Three Days Later-

Jessica was dressed in very similar clothing as a few days prior. She would be leaving with Elijah to drive to Mystic Falls soon and was incredibly nervous to be seeing her sister and aunt and her brother. She knew that they wanted to reconcile, but Jessica had so many pent up emotions towards her sister that the young immortal wasn’t sure if she could reconcile with Elena. The brunette chewed her lower lip as she played with her daylight ring. She wanted to have some kind of relationship with her family since they would eventually die of old age while Jessica would not. She looked up as Elijah got into the car that Jessica was waiting in and looked out the window slowly getting lost in thought. After Elijah had found her in the alley, Jessica proceeded to drain three blood bags and sleep for a day and a half all while having even more memories from when she was a human return to her.

*Memory 4*

Jessica was dressed as a female version of Nightwing fully equipped with a long haired black wig, a mask, a cat suit, and similar batons that he uses. Her hazel eyes were covered by blue contacts, and the cat suit showed off her body in a different light. It showed that even though she was 15, she was becoming a very attractive young woman. Jenna fully supported the outfit as it wasn’t anything like a slutty bunny costume. Jeremy was shown and swore to beat off any guys especially Tyler. Elena never even saw her costume. Elena was so wrapped up in Stefan and Damon that she didn’t even know what her own sister was dressing up as for Halloween. The young teen smiled as she said goodbye to Jenna as her aunt dropped her off at the school for the party. She smirked. No one recognized her – which is what she wanted. Jessica frowned slightly as she noticed that Damon was at the party. What the heck was he doing here? Wasn’t he a little old to be at this party for high schoolers? Jessica quickly and silently followed him, keeping to watching him from large crowds of students and making sure she was near some kind of wall or corner so she wouldn’t draw attention to herself.

She swallowed thickly as she realized she was going outside of the main area of the school and went wide eyed seeing Damon holding Elena while Stefan stabbed Vicki with a wooden stake. She felt her breath hitch as her throat tightened in fear seeing the twisted face of Vicki as her skin turned an ashy gray and went limp. Vicki was dead. Why would Stefan kill her? She froze as shock coursed through her veins. She knew of only one species that was killed the way that Stefan killed Vicki. The brunette hid behind a wall as she pulled out her phone and typed up a text message to herself that stated *Vicki was killed at the Halloween School Party. Vicki was a vampire. Look into the journals of the Gilberts*

Jessica shoved her phone into the small thigh pocket she had made for her costume and started towards the doors to go back into the school and tensed as Damon appeared in front of her. Her face twisted into a glare as she stared at the black haired man. “What do you want, Damon?” Jessica snapped lightly. She gave a soft growl as he grabbed her shoulders slightly staring into her eyes.

“Forget that you saw Vicki get killed. Vicki has gone missing on a drug related binge. You never came to the Halloween Party. You stayed at home with your aunt and watched a movie. You are going to go home right now, change out of your costume, and never think about this again,” Damon said as his pupils dilated.

Jessica didn’t remember how she got home that night, and Jenna found it odd that Jessica didn’t remember going to the party even with the picture evidence her aunt had of Jessica in her Nightwing Costume.

*End of Memory 4*

*Memory 5*

Jessica was exploring the forest going on a hike as she wanted to find the one spot that she and her father used to go camp at. The brunette had her headphones in her ear with her music blaring on her iPod. She froze feeling like she was being watched and turned around furrowing her brow confused. She swallowed thickly and shook her head slightly. Who would come out this far? The 15 year old had her giant bag as well as some supplies to fight against both vampires and werewolves as it was the full moon, but the only werewolf in the area at the time was Mason Lockwood according to Damon. Jessica smiled as she came across part of the old Gilbert property and set her things down by one of the still standing walls slowly tracing her fingers over the old etchings she and her dad had made on that specific wall. The teen sighed heavily and groaned loudly as the voice of Damon Salvatore rang out behind her.

“Well isn’t this cozy?” Damon quipped as he appeared nearby leaning against a tree trunk.

Jessica rolled her eyes. “What the hell are you doing here Damon? Shouldn’t you be making sure that Mason Lockwood doesn’t kill anyone?” she snapped glaring at him. The brunette crossed her arm over her chest as she tapped her foot impatient for his answer. When he didn’t answer, she huffed and turned storming away towards the camping area she would always go to. A strangled gasp escaped her throat as Damon sped in front of her grabbing her throat tightly. The 15 year old’s eyes widened as she tried to breathe but couldn’t from the sheer strength behind how hard he was holding her throat. Black spots slowly danced around her vision as she felt him let go of her throat and lunge forward. A loud crunching sound could be heard as Damon bit down rather violently on her neck drinking from her.

Damon had had a rough day. Elena had yet again tried to make him be more like Stefan and not be what he was which…was a vampire. Damon was a predator, and he didn’t understand why Elena couldn’t understand that. He pulled Jessica’s body closer to his as he continued drinking from her. Damon pulled away from Jessica’s neck and set her bag against a tree laying her against it. His lips and chin were covered in her blood as he bit down on his wrist and forced his blood down her throat so she could heal. The blue eyed vampire gazed at Jessica – who was half conscious and barely able to see what was happening - as he stayed with her to make sure that she didn’t die with his blood in her system. He gave a curse almost 30 minutes later as he heard a low growl from a wolf…whom he knew was Mason Lockwood. The vampire turned his head slowly and could see that the wolf version of Mason was locked onto him and angered by what he had done to Jessica for some reason. Damon held up his hands as he saw Jessica half-heartedly turn her head to see Mason slowly stalking towards Damon. Damon knew fell well he was in trouble; however if he ran and left Jessica, Mason might be inclined to help the weak girl. If he ran with Jessica, they would both be dead. As a last ditch effort, he smirked and sped away leaving Jessica still bleeding from her neck against her bag which was against a tree. He heard Mason snarl as if to follow him but knew the wolf wouldn’t leave the young teen to bleed out.

*End Memory 5*

Jessica blinked rapidly blinking back tears as she went through the memories again. She couldn’t believe her sister trusted Damon and Stefan. The only difference between the two brothers was that Damon at least never took advantage of her. The newborn immortal looked at Elijah as he came to a stop in front of a simple looking house. They had arrived, and Jessica hadn’t even noticed. She looked down at her hands slowly wringing them together nervous as hell to talk with her family. “Rose made it seem like Elena wants nothing to do with the Salvatore brothers anymore,” she whispered more to herself than anything.

“I am sure your sister will explain everything,” Elijah reassured her softly as they both got out of the car and he walked with her up to the front door of the house with a gentle smile on his face reassuring her that everything would turn out alright.

Jessica looked at him for a moment before looking at the door as they came to it. Jessica was about to knock on the door when Rose opened the front door to show Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy.

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This is Why I Hate Attention Chapter 3

Heyo! I am posting chapter 3 of my fanfic called This is Why I Hate Attention. I have posted it on FanFiction.net under the same username if you wanna watch it there.

Disclaimer: I don’t own vampire diaries

Rating: M

Warnings: Elena bashing, blood, mentions of abuse/rape

Please note these warnings are for the whole series.

Pairing: I do not have an official pairing yet.

Words: 2.3k

Chapters: Prologue, 1, 2

Chapter 3

-Mystic Falls, Virginia-

Elena walked into the boarding house with a frown on her face. Based on the text she got from Stefan, the situation sounded urgent. The Petrova doppelganger frowned seeing the look on both Stefan and Damon’s faces. “What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked as fear began growing inside of her. Her brown eyes widened as Damon spoke up.

“I saw Jessica today. From the looks of things she must have been in the same house you were in just a different part,” the black haired Salvatore spoke slowly, watching Elena’s face morph from surprise to horror. “That’s not the best part…from the looks of it…Jessica is a vampire now, and she can walk in the sun. If she is a vampire, she remembers anything and everything she has been compelled to forget.” He glanced at Stefan out of the corner of his eye and saw his younger brother stiffen. That made him frown. He mentally cursed as Rose caught onto what he had said.

“You make it sound like the two of you did something to her sister and forced her to forget,” Rose said with a wry chuckle. The older vampire frowned as the brothers both gained guilty looks on their faces. She sped behind Elena and pulled her back slightly away from the Salvatore brothers

Elena froze and found it hard to breathe. Her little sister had been used by Damon and her boyfriend. Tears slowly welled up in her eyes as she felt pure, unadulterated rage towards the two younger vampires. “What did you two do to Jessica?” she demanded glaring at them. When they were quiet, she tried to lunge for them but was held back by Rose. “Tell me!”

“I only fed from her and compelled her to forget a couple of times. No more than three times max. That’s it,” Damon said, speaking up first. He could see Stefan sweating and struggling with whether to come clean or not. His blood ran cold as Stefan slowly began to speak.

“When I….was on human blood before Katherine came to town…Jessica’s scent was just too irresistible. However, because of the state I was in, I didn’t care what I did to her,” his voice broke as he felt remorse for what he did. Tears slowly shone in his eyes as he looked down at his hands. “I took her….multiple times. Each and every time I made her forget what I did to her until the night of the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant. I almost killed her, but someone snapped my neck and saved her and compelled her to forget what I was about to do to her.” He looked at Elena to see how heartbroken his girlfriend was. He deserved it after all. He had raped and drank from her younger sister multiple times. “Elena-” he tried to speak but gasped loudly in pain as he felt a stake in his stomach. His green eyes met the angry, brown ones of Elena who backed away and broke into sobs in Rose’s arms.

“Get me out of here,” Elena said softly to Rose who vanished with Elena in her arms towards Elena’s house. The doppelganger sighed heavily as she looked at Rose while tears streamed down her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered softly to the vampire.

Rose looked over Elena to make sure she was okay. “Do you want me to go back to the boarding house and kill them because I can? I can easily go back there and kill both of them. Do you want me to stay here to keep watch over your house?” she whispered softly. She couldn’t believe what Stefan and Damon had done…especially Stefan. Sure she had killed a lot of people over the years as a vampire, but to rape and drink from someone especially a girl who was 15 years old.

Elena swallowed thickly as she pulled away from Rose. “I…I have to tell my aunt. I have to tell her everything. Since you’re here, can you help me because I don’t think she’ll believe me if I am the only one explaining. We have to find Jessica too,” Elena said as she began to ramble about everything that she had to do in addition to worrying about Klaus.

Rose caught her hands. “It’s okay Elena. I’ll help you, but you need to calm down so that we can explain everything without your emotions running high.” Rose gave a soft smile to the Doppelganger. She could tell that Elena was vastly different from Katerina. Elena truly was selfless. The 500 or so year old vampire watched Elena go inside and stepped inside after Elena invited her in. She stood back a little as Elena sat next to Jenna and began spilling all of the secrets that she had been keeping from Jenna.

-Near Mystic Falls-

Jessica smiled sheepishly as Luka looked at all the bags she had from the trip that Elijah had her buy. SHe had only wanted to buy a few things, but the Original had her get a few sets of nice clothes as well as a few pairs of nice shoes. She was now dressed in black skinny jeans with two chains on her left side. The jeans were accompanied with a blood red t-shirt that had an image of SpiderGwen on it and a black fishnet shirt with one long sleeve and was under the t-shirt. She wore three inch heeled, black, combat boots with a combination of red, black, and white laces. Her once long brown hair was cut into a short bob at her jaw with three braids on the right side that had small black hair beads holding the braids together. “Okay, don’t you dare make fun of me, Luka,” she scolded him. “I tried to tell Elijah this was too much, but he didn’t listen to me.” She paused and bit her lip lightly. “I know your dad made me a daylight ring already, but I was wondering if you could make this anklet into one for me. I would hide it under my jeans meaning that the ring would be a decoy. I ran this idea by Elijah, and he agreed that it would be a good one. I just wanted to ask you if you could do it for me.” She didn’t want to admit out loud that he was handsome, but she knew that witches and vampires never got along very well. Bonnie and Damon were the perfect example.

Luka blinked slightly as Jessica pulled out a box from a jewelry store and went wide eyed seeing the dainty lapis lazuli anklet with diamonds and sapphires as well to make it seem like it wasn’t a potential daylight anklet. He glanced at Jessica and could tell that she was more herself even if he didn’t know her very well. “Yeah. I can do that. That’s actually a smart idea to have the ring be a decoy.” He gently took the anklet and brought it over to the small bedside table where a small trickle of sunlight was. He lightly set the jewelry down in the sun and closed his eyes, muttering softly in Latin for a few moments before he opened his eyes and smiled at Jessica.

The newborn vampire took the anklet and lifted one of her jean pant legs before clasping it on. She fixed her jeans and took off her ring before lightly tossing it on the bed sheets. She swallowed and slowly put her hand into the sunlight smiling as she felt the warmth of the sun. “Thanks Luka,” she said lightly and kissed his cheek before she put her ring back on humming softly. “You hungry? I make a mean chow mein,” she said as she went out of the room towards the kitchen to see Jonas and Elijah talking. “Sorry to interrupt….I was gonna make some chow mein… Do either of you want any?” she asked lightly as she went to the fridge looking for the ingredients. She gave a soft giggle as Jonas looked like he was caught off guard. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna eat you,” she joked and snorted as Luka burst out laughing at what she said and Elijah cracked a smile.

Jonas saw his son laughing and sighed softly. “Chow mein sounds great,” he said lightly, seeing the young vampire smile brightly before she began cooking. He raised an eyebrow as she took out the new phone that Elijah got her and put her Spotify on shuffle playing a mixture of music and dancing around as she cooked the meal for everyone. The warlock glanced at his son again. He knew that he had told Luka to get close to the Bennett witch, but he could tell his son was slowly becoming attracted to the young vampire. He felt conflicted. They were magic wielders, and she was a vampire. However, she was different from vampires he had met in the past. She was in control and very meticulous about everything. The warlock had a feeling that if she had been around magic wielders from birth, she would have unlocked magic. He swallowed thickly. He didn’t understand how, but Jonas was beginning to see Jessica as a daughter.

-Some time later Mystic Falls, Virginia-

Elena smiled softly to herself as she drank some water the next morning as the lawyer had Jenna officially sign the deed of the house as well as the Lake House. Everything the night before had gone better than she had hoped. Jenna took to everything fairly quickly especially when Rose introduced herself. Jenna mentioned that Jeremy should sign the deed, but since he had already been killed once by Damon, Elena didn’t want to risk it. Elena came over to her aunt at the front door as the lawyer left and saw Rose on the patio. Jenna had made the decision that only Rose and Caroline and Jessica - when they found her - would be allowed inside since as of now all invitations had been rescinded. “I know everything that is going on is a lot, Jenna, but thank you for this.”

Jenna looked at her niece. “I am still mad that you kept it from me for so long, but I can’t fault you since you were trying to protect me. However, we need to find Jessica. Especially if she is a vampire. I want my niece home,” she said with new determination. She turned to Rose with a smile. “Rose-Marie, please come in,” Jenna said, moving to the side to let Rose in. “Now, how do we find Jessica?” she asked her niece and the vampire.

Rose pondered for a moment. “Damon mentioned that she must have been in the same abandoned house we had been in. That has to mean Trevor knew about her and kept the information about her being there from me.” Rose paled slightly. “Trevor must have been the one to turn her,” she whispered softly wide eyed in shock.

“That doesn’t explain how she got a daylight ring according to Damon. The only witch that she knew was Bonnie, and Bonnie hasn’t done a spell like that since Caroline became a vampire,” Elena said confused. “Unless Elijah can’t be killed by a normal stake, and Elijah knows witches,” she concluded, watching realization dawn on Rose’s face. “You called Elijah an Original. That has to mean he can only die a certain way, and he didn’t die when Damon staked him.”

Jenna frowned slightly. “Meaning we have to contact Elijah to find Jessica?” the red head concluded. “How do we do that?” she asked.

“Craigslist,” Rose answered and rolled her eyes as both Jenna and Elena snorted at her. “I am serious. My friend in Richmond, Slater, was the one who contacted him.” She smiled as her phone rang. “There he is now,” she said as she answered her phone. “Slater, I was just about to call you. Are you-”

Slater quickly cut her off. “I’m okay Rose. I am sorry that I ran off like that. I was really freaked out by what happened. I was just calling to tell you that I don’t want any part of this anymore. I did do a little bit of last minute digging though. There is a way to stop the ritual. You’re going to need the moonstone. Can your friend get the moonstone?” he asked earnestly, sounding almost like his normal self.

Rose frowned at what he was saying. She glanced between Elena and Jenna for a second. “Thank you for the information, Slater, but I actually need something else from you. I need you to send another message to Elijah.” she saw the notepad Jenna wrote on. “Tell him that we need to talk to Jessica,” she said quickly and frowned as Slater stayed quiet. She could hear someone in the background. “Slater?”

-Slater’s Residence Richmond, Virginia-

Jessica looked on in fascination as Elijah compelled Slater. He had told her about his family and even showed her memories. He had told her the differences between himself and normal vampires. She found it hard to believe, but seeing Elijah in action was something else. Her eyes widened as she overheard Rose say they wanted to talk to her. Her hazel eyes met the brown ones of Elijah as she bit her lip lightly contemplating if she wanted to talk to them.

“Is that something you wish to do?” Elijah whispered softly to her.

“Is Rose asking for the Salvatores? Or for my sister?” Jessica whispered back lightly.

Elijah looked at Slater expectantly. The Original listened to Rose’s response once Slater asked if Jessica’s family was asking or if the Salvatore brothers were asking. He heard Jessica inhale when Rose told Slater that Jessica’s aunt and sister wanted to know.

“I’ll…I’ll contact them soon,” Jessica told Slater, feeling conflicted before she stood and walked out of Slater’s place to get some air and alone time.

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