Sarah Jones From Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

"What's your name?" "Seriously? In the thick of battle?" Cinnia responded with a nod and a shrug. "I think everyone else is handling it just fine." The moment she said that a vampire sank its fangs into a werewolf's neck. "Oh. Fuck." "I'm Sarah." "Great, I'll make this quick before someone from my side dies again. I'm Cinnia..." Sarah's eyes widened in recognition and she sent her a nod of respect. "Oh. Alpha Denzel's mate. Charmed."

“Sarah!” Sarah turned in my direction, her eyes widened in shock then she flashed me a wicked grin but it shifted into disappointment, “I had always wanted to see what your werewolf looked like. Now that I see it, I'm not impressed, you can't defeat me, you never will. You and your mate will die by my hands today, starting with you.” She lasered a green bean at me but my reflexes kicked in before she could catch me. She fired a few more until her chest started to heave with laboured breaths.

I said to everyone in the room. [Beta Kevin, where is Sarah?] Benji mind-linked the Beta and all of us too. [Umm… oh fuck it, I gotta tell somebody. She’s home sick.] [Is she ok?] I asked very concerned, werewolves and Lycans don’t get sick. I know Sarah is a Lycan-Human hybrid, but I’ve known her for years and she’s never taken a sick day. [She’s pregnant.] Beta Kevin responded through the link as he bounced up and down ready to burst at the seams with happiness.

Say I was obsessed. Ms. Reyes knelt in front of me. “Sarah. We can use this. But we need one more thing.” She looked at me. Dead serious. “We need him to confess. On record. That he faked the pregnancy. That he forged the documents. That he planned this.” “How?” “We use you,” she said. “One call. You get him to admit it.” I stared at the photo of me in the hospital bed. At the girl who thought love meant staying.

She shouted. Draven was intended to attack Lucifer but a wolf appeared on her side and put Draven to the ground. Lucifer turned as his body get slammed by Damon they both wrestled on the ground. Shaking with fear, Sarah scrambled back to her knees as she tried to get away from the middle of the bloodshed. A loud howl echoed as Draven bit into the wolf's flesh, tore him into pieces the wolf purrs with pain before his immobilized body landed on the ground with a loud third.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

The city has a rich and dark history, filled with legends of vampires and supernatural creatures. That was what terrified Sarah the most; that perhaps those legends were true, she did not imagine being devoured by a legion of vampires, and that her poor body lay cold and dry, in some unknown place, that death was not something she wanted for her. Sarah is a twenty-five-year-old girl with a fair complexion and dark brown hair. She has large, expressive hazel eyes and a shy smile that is rarely shown. She is an intelligent and hard-working woman, with a reserved but curious personality.

“Aren’t you Mr. Loving’s fiancée? Call him immediately and have him get in touch with Dr. Jones. Dr. Jones is your father’s only hope now.” Sarah was dumbfounded, her eyes full of disbelief. “What did you say? Dr. Jones? James brought him here?”

“/Shelley’s the Cup Bearer, right? What about the Necromancer, and the Tiger? What about Tala? And didn’t you say Reese was an enemy now?/” Jade was there, she saw the ghosts. It’s Sarah’s secret, but it’s a secret Jade already knows. “/Sarah is the Necromancer, the one who brought the ghosts. She’s not making zombies or anything like that. The ghosts just…. like her, I guess. I don’t know who the Tiger is. Tala hasn't made up her mind yet if she wants to join, but she’s sworn to secrecy. Reese, uh. Turns out yes, they were brought up a Hunter because that’s what their family is, and Hunters hunt vampires and werewolves, but Reese doesn’t agree with their folks.

In one week, I’ll be back to my old life, and all of this will just be a strange memory. Maybe it’s better if I just focus on getting through the next week without any more drama or complications. Maybe I should stop trying to figure out what Jane and Zoey are hiding, stop worrying about Sarah’s warning about Tony, and just try to enjoy my remaining time here. I’m about to get up and head back to the house when I see a familiar figure walking in the direction of Tony’s house. It’s Sarah, and she looks terrible, like she’s been crying for hours. Her eyes are red and swollen, her face is blotchy, and her whole posture suggests that she’s in emotional pain.