Vampire Diaries Monologues Novels & Stories

___Translyvania 20 years ago___ "Father, are you happy, I hope you are, if mum was still alive she would be so disappointed" "Shut up desire!" Dracula roars "No father, cause of you mum is gone and now Davis is gone too" "What do you want me to do huh?, he broke the rules " "No dad, he fell in love" "Love?, with a werewolf, you call that love?" "Well what am I suppose to call it?, I hate you so much right now I can't even explain"

A voice suddenly interrupted "I guess that'll be me" The moment I turned to see Dimitri walking in, I knew things were about to get bloody but I smirked as I remembered that I'm a bloody vampire, I can't die as they would.

she whispered she watched him nod and run quickly away, she made her way further back into the wall into the shadows looking at the movement and shift of the crowd “alex who...?!” dius said holding on to the bloody body of one of his people red eyes let out bloody tears as they all watched “he’s coming” was all the vamp got out before his form began to turn to ash

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

" Woah! someone's grumpy , maybe because of the hangover , that I TOLD YOU TO AVOID!" " Shut the blinds please, my eyes are burning, I feel my iris hurting. Is that how Damon feels when he goes under the sun without his ring? Everything is so loud right now. Put me out of my misery Claire. I hate to say you have two options-" I cutoff his nonsense babbling. "- Stop it drama queen, you are not turning into a vampire " I roll my eyes and say. "- You can either drive a stake through my heart or give me your blood. OH MY GOD!! , I can feel my fangs , its too late , run Claire ,RUN!" .

They were of course having a great time watching me expose all my stupidity at once. "Why you all are sneaking in my head?!" I asked, and the anger seeped through my words. "Well, damn...you look even hotter when you are angry," Micheal whispered in my ear. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times trying to say something or gather any words to spill but at last, I ended up losing.m My whole face flamed up at this point, I was again left speechless. I should have known I could never win from these Vampires. They could literally turn any conversation into something else.

I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood, my nails digging into my palms. "Then after you marry Miss Serena, what about her…?" Marcus asked carefully. "Just keep her around for now." Damon walked to the window, his back to me. "Humans don't live long anyway. I don't mind playing with her until she's gone." They talked for a few more minutes, all about the Blood Moon Ceremony and how to make sure everything was perfect for the precious Miss Serena. Not a single word about me. After hanging up, Damon finally turned to me. "I have to go. Marcus needs help with a few things."

She smiled gently at me saying, “thank you, Leo.” Sometimes I just sit and don't speak. Seeing Frey sleeping on her study table. It was really fun. I feel like I always want to spend time with Frey like this. Even though I know something like that won't last long. *** “Leo, did you hear about people being attacked by vampires?” My friend at work named Edwin suddenly said nonsense with a very serious face. “Do you think vampires exist? Bullshit!" I said.

Emaline fought against the unyielding grasp of the vampire, her heart heavy with the anguished wail of her beloved mother echoing in her ears. "Release me!" she cried out, struggling to break free. "You!" she gasped, her emotions are in deep grave. "You are a monster! Release me!" she cried out, struggling against her grip. "Release my parents!" she cried out with desperation, her voice echoing through the woods. Emaline remained unfazed by the vampire's sharp claws, which were piercing her delicate skin, particularly her neck. At the scent of Emaline's blood, the vampires' mouths watered. The expressions of the individuals underwent a transformation, shifting from those resembling humans to

I said politely, but firmly. “Yes, yes,” he said with mild embarrassment, “it may appear that way, but it does play a role in what I am about to say. Will you humor me for a bit longer?” “Certainly,” I replied and then added, “forgive me.” “There is nothing to forgive, m’ lady,” he said firmly. “I shall get to the point of why we speak.” He stood up and walked to the unlit fireplace. Leaning his shoulder against the mantle he proceeded to say, “I am a vampire.”