Monologues From The Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Some of the blood is dried, while others are fresh. The white-clad men started moving faster than usual as soon as I heard them speak as though they would be late. “The other young priests were later killed by him after they made him thirsty, but the slaves barely survived.” I gasp in shock after hearing what Xander just stated. "You remember when I told you about the monster they keep in here, right?" Instead of speaking, I just nod. I only catch a glimpse of him when he nods along with a grave expression. “The so-called monster is a pureblood vampire like me. He is currently the sole remaining member of their straight line of pureblood vampires.”

The walls were covered in vampire histories, the shelves filled with books on the creatures of the night. I was like some foolish scholar, trying to close the gap between our worlds by learning everything about his. Pathetic. I fell into a pained, exhausted sleep. I don't know how long I was out. My phone rang, waking me. It was my best friend, Chloe. She sounded frantic. "Elena! Check the video I just sent you! Now!" I opened it. The Blood Moon Ceremony had already begun. Damon stood in a perfectly tailored black suit. Beside him, the famous vampire socialite Serena wore a gown worth millions, a glittering diamond tiara on her head.

He looked like a predator, and I felt like his willing prey. Just as his face descended, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of his kiss— The door burst open. “The water is drawn, and the sun is—” Helen stopped mid-sentence. She stood in the doorway with her usual blank expression, holding a fresh pile of linens. I looked at Alistair, and to my absolute shock, the Vampire Lord was turning bright red. He scrambled off me so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. He stood by the bed, clearing his throat loudly and smoothing his tunic with shaking hands.

I stood between them and laid it out. "We split at Hester and Orchard tracking the wendigo. My trail was a setup. Four vampires were waiting. Coordinated, trained, not fledglings." I kept my voice flat. Reporting, not reliving. "I killed one. Smoked the others, went through a window into a building I thought was abandoned." "It wasn't," Dylan said. "Restored theater. Vampires in evening wear. A soprano singing Handel on a lit stage." I let that settle before continuing. "I crawled under a table in a private box. Aurelian walked in thirty seconds later. He knew I was there before he sat down."

I had to find at least some peace of mind in a world full of power. My laptop sat on the kitchen island before, I stared at the screen intently as I watched a preview of my favorite TV series, The Vampire Diaries, I really couldn't get enough of Damon Salvatore but my heart really aches for Stefan Salvatore, no grudges, I just loved Stefab a little more.

With a low voice he added, “If anything happens to me, take Monica with you.” Who is A’el? What Coronation? Oh, right. A’el is about to become a queen and I’m about to die before I get married. “Nothing is going to happen to you.” Though I was trying to be confident my voice came out like that of a quivering child. Leon begun to say something but was cut off by the sound of the shriekers charging toward us. The first line of our defenses held strong. Vampires clawed, stabbed and bit into the shriekers. I seemed to be the only one who was surprised at the sudden burst of sand that came out whenever a shrieker was killed. Leon, Monica nor the guards seemed to be taken aback by it. One of the

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

His lips curled up, "Like right now." Nico leaned back, taking a sip from the blood in his glass. "Is that so?" he questioned. Xander's brows rose, his face full of pure confidence. "Are you trying to tell me that you're not worried that the same thing that happened to your last pet will happen again?" I flinched as Nico slammed his glass onto the table, catching the attention of some of the vampires around us. Even Doe let out an audible gasp at what he had just said.

"How can you stand there and say that when you are the one who's seducing a monster?" "First of all, I am NOT seducing anyone! Secondly, you do not know him. I do, and I can say that you are far bigger of a monster than he will ever be!" "Never! All vampires are monsters and no amount of time will ever change that! They are evil beings who deserve to be slaughtered." "Oh my God! Why are you so stubborn and stuck in your ways that you can't wrap your tiny little peanut-sized brain around the fact that they are still people and not all of them are the same?"

“No." "Oh my goodness! You need to see it. That series is so good. With a great sense of humor like Damon, selflessness like Bonnie, and evil-minded asshole like Kai, that series was a hit. Did I forget to mention Klaus, Caroline, Elena, Stefan, Josette, and Matt, the human who never dies?" I listened to Noel ramble on and on about the vampire diaries, enjoying the whole scenery I was starting to picture in my head. We were so engrossed with the whole narration that we began to wonder how fast we got home.