In a time when Damon is in dire need of help with saving basic vampire rights, he awakens the only person he knows that can help him resolve the mess he's made.
Damon x Female OC
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THE YEAR WAS 1881, AND I FOUND MYSELF IN THE HEART OF MISS MYSTIC FALLS, a grand event that had everyone in town buzzing with excitement. Unlike my little sister, I wasn't so up to date with our town's events. However, I couldn't believe my luck when I was chosen to perform the opening dance with none other than the dashing Stefan Salvatore. My last minute dance partner.
The ballroom was adorned with crystal chandeliers, their light casting a mesmerizing glow over the polished marble floors. The grandeur of the event was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in my stomach as I donned my elegant ball gown. The bodice was a deep shade of midnight blue, adorned with delicate lace and pearls that shimmered in the candlelight. My long, blonde hair was meticulously coiled into an elaborate updo, and I felt like a princess from a fairy tale.
As the opening chords of a waltz filled the air, I made my way to the center of the ballroom, my heart racing. Stefan Salvatore, the town's most eligible bachelor, was waiting for me at the other end of the dance floor. His piercing green eyes met mine, and he extended his hand with a charming smile. "Lana," he said in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, "May I have this dance?"
I curtsied with a nervous giggle and placed my hand in his. His touch was cold, and I felt a sense of security as he led me into the dance. I could hardly believe I was dancing with Stefan Salvatore, the talk of the town. Though it wasn't exactly the best kind of talk, I was intrigued. As we glided across the floor, I couldn't help but steal glances at his handsome face. His dark hair was perfectly coiffed, and his tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. He moved with such grace and elegance that it felt as though we were floating on air. "You look beyond stunning, Lana. Like a true princess," he complimented with a toothy grin.
"Always such a gentleman, Stefan," I smiled back. The room around us seemed to blur as we twirled and swayed to the music. Stefan's hand on my waist was a reassuring anchor, and I soon found myself lost in the magic of the moment. His eyes never left mine, and for that brief moment in time, it felt as though we were the only two people in the world.
When the final notes of the waltz filled the air, Stefan and I came to a graceful stop. The applause from the gathered crowd was thunderous, and I couldn't help but blush as I curtsied once more. Stefan's smile was warm and genuine as he bowed in return. "Thank you for the dance, miss Lana," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
I nodded, my heart still racing. "It was my pleasure, Mr. Salvatore."
After the enchanting dance with Mr. Salvatore, I couldn't resist the urge to follow him through the bustling crowd of attendees. I had always been curious about the secretive Salvatore brothers, and my chance to learn more about them seemed to be unfolding right before my eyes.
