Sarah Jones Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

“I just had enough shit in this life and I am sick of being called a bastard!” “Who are you?” Patrick asked her, catching her between his arms and turning her so now he can look in her eyes. “I am Sarah Thompson. Alpha blood, the heiress of Blood Moon Pack, a healer and future queen of werewolves.” and she looked straight into Patrick’s eyes. “I am a lot of things. But I am not a bastard!”

They both look so worried about sir Daryl. I clutched my wrist. I can feel my pulse and know my blood is flowing inside my veins. "He needs blood, right?" I said, and they both looked at me and didn't bother protesting against what I was about to do. I approach sir Daryl, and since he's unconscious and won't be able to bite me, I slice my finger until it bleeds and let my blood drop to his lips. And after a minute or two, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me to him, and plunged his fangs into my neck.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

It is just the last thing he must do to get out of the Riparian zone. He looked at the wire and discovered it was the so-called “Eliad wire” that could block any of their vampire abilities. The wire itself is colored black, and it emits a strange liquid that seems to be poisonous. It also has a flickering color of blue and white, which reminds him of electricity. And once he gets out of here, surely his abilities will return to him, and he’ll be able to track that blood easily. Her blood—the blood of the woman he had tasted before.

she frowned. “Oh, my love. It only means that if Draven did try to touch you while I was away, then he must have realized that his monster desires your blood too. But it's never going to end well. This bloodlust, this darkness you're awakening within us, will be your very death.”

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Just then, a sickly sweet scent drifted near. Sarah approached, holding two glasses of wine. Her makeup was fixed, her mask of sisterly affection back in place. “Elena, I was out of line earlier.” Sarah’s eyes were red-rimmed as she held up a glass. “I apologize. This drink is to you and Damon… may you have a lifetime of happiness.” She deliberately offered me the glass in her left hand. The wine was a deep scarlet, looking perfectly normal. But my wolf spirit suddenly went on high alert. A prickling sense of danger shot up my spine.

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.

she questioned, and I could tell she was suspicious. I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my temples, trying to think my way out of this. If I tell her it was a vampire, she’s going to call the nearest mental institution and I wouldn’t blame her one bit. Danni knew about my…abilities; one of the very few people I trusted with that information. She’d seen it happen on many occasions and she fully believed. But it was quite a big jump from believing your best friend was some kind of psychic to believing in vampires. In the end, I decided to lie through my teeth. “No. It was too dark.”

◇PARV POV◇ I wanna wake up and at the sametime I dont wanna wake up my head is aching like hell I felt I'm sleeping on something soft and something in my mouth I moved and seen its sarah I'm sleeping on her and she is naked what happened to her I'm also naked no no did I do something wrong I seen her body is full of bite marks I tried to wake her "Sarah sarah" she is not opening her eyes I'm sure I might be forced her how I should face you sarah why I became like this