Vicki Donovan Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

The pain in her butt was reducing further and she could feel minor occasional throbbing down there, enough to make her wince randomly. Donovan stopped his seduction and turned her around to face him. “We’ll take this one.” He said. “Do you like it?” “Yes.” She replied, realizing that her voice had dropped to a whisper. “Okay.” He said and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go.”

“This is about survival. Mine. Yours. Hers. If we don’t take him down now, he’s going to come for every single one of us. And he won’t stop until there’s nothing left but blood. And he's going to make sure that he is the one who stands no matter what happens, he's not going to stop until he ruins everything.” She turned toward the door. “And if you decide not to help me,” she added over her shoulder, “just remember this… while you hesitate, he sharpens his knives.” And then she was gone. “What was that, Sienna?” “I had to do this, Damon. She came to ask for help and I saw her vulnerability in her eyes.” She said, clearing her throat. “I'm not asking you to trust her. I don't even trust her.

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”

AVA'S POV “Fuck! This is just insane! Totally absurd!” I exclaimed, losing my cool alongside my regal poise. All I had wanted was to be reborn a vampire queen, maybe reset the time to when I had met Rowan or alter the course of events. But I got everything I never wanted, the moon goddess reducing me to a totally helpless and feeble freak, who couldn't even heal my own wounds. “What kind of sick Joke is this?” I muttered, seething with confusion.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

At this moment, she was startled to realize that those characteristics were exactly like the vampire character in the movie she had seen. - No, he wears colored contact lenses. – She replied. Michael's sigh showed his helplessness when this girl kept protecting the person she always thought was her biological brother. Just as he was about to open his mouth to further analyze for her to understand the dangers of being with vampires, the phone in his pocket rang, and on the other end was Bevis's voice. - I'm listening.

She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one? "Hunt." He got out at last, pushing himself off of the wall. She watched his back as he left the cabin, leaving her in silence. Willow dropped back onto the couch as her mind tried to process all that had happened. The meeting with the Goddess herself. Goddesses. Then the odd encounter with Dante. Her fingers traced her lips. Did he kiss her to taste the blood? She felt her face flush. Her first kiss by a Vampire?

Half expecting to hear that cool, composed voice that was like a whip against delicate skin, I was surprised to hear a deeper, warmer voice greeting me on the other end of the phone. “Yes?” I asked, thinking this was another new client, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. “Trisha Redfern, it’s a pleasure to finally speak to you.” The warmth in that voice was a welcome change. “Thank you. And you are?” I was starting to suspect this as a threat hidden behind honeyed words but the truth turned out to be anything but. “You must have heard about me, I’m Lucas Donovan.” A gasp left my mouth as my eyes widened in recognition. “Lucas Donovan? The Supreme werewolf Alpha?”

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

"Which of these fucking categories does my fiancée fall under? She doesn't even know this man; neither does he." Donny relaxes himself and turns to West. "I was coming to her fucking category, Sir, because of Vicktor's... renounced personality. People may hire him to carry out deals for them, like... kidnap people that have fucking wronged them or they just dislike, but the issue now is I don't know what the hell they want with her because they are taking good care of her. Tiffany, she is certainly the one that reached out to Vicktor. Luca says. She was even on our estate one of the days creating a scene in search of Sam, the lady who is missing.