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Bring Your Own Blood	By : krypteria Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 1725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm so excited! I just found out this was 1st place in General fiction for the 2006 Bloody Quills contest! Woo! *munches on celebratory cookies* Want some?

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is finally Halloween. I am so nervous! My stomach keeps twisting. My hands are shaking, and my palms are all sweaty. I keep thinking: What if it doesn’t work? What if I make a complete fool out of myself? What if he hates me? What if...? I’m just freaking out here!

But at least I’ve got one thing going for me: my alibi. Since I’m forbidden to even talk to Nic, my mom’s dropping me off at Claire’s. She thinks I’m spending the night. Claire and her family think I’m only staying for a couple of hours and then leaving to go baby-sit my nephew. Instead, I’ll be going to Nic’s to begin the ceremony.

I keep checking to see if I have everything; that I have my incantations memorized. I can’t help being so paranoid; I’m conjuring a very powerful and bad-ass vampire from another dimension. You’d think I’d be terrified of that, of the possibility of him killing me, but I’m more afraid of his rejection because of my... feelings for him.

I think that if he were to laugh at me, that would be the worst. I think it would kill me. Great Moon, I’m so scared. But this is something I have to do. I have to or I’ll-

Hannah sat back abruptly and threw the diary on her bedroom floor. Her shoulder-length auburn hair fell into her eyes in soft waves as she drew herself to her feet to look in the mirror.

“What am I thinking?” she asked softly, the words forming on her reflection’s full, pink lips. Her bright-blue eyes stared back at her, sad and self-deprecating. “Why would he ever give me the time of day?”

It was true she wasn’t his type of girl, but she wasn’t a total leper. She was no bigger than perhaps Marilyn Monroe had been, maybe and inch or two taller. She was very curvy and voluptuous, having developed a woman’s body at a young age. She had nice bone structure and pale ivory skin that flushed easily. Many had told her she was beautiful, but she knew she would never be exotic or drop-dead gorgeous. She was beautiful in a distinctly Irish, charismatic, wears-her-heart-on-her-sleeve-and-soul-in-her-eyes kind of way. She refused to pretend she was something she was not, and that was part of the charm that drew people to her like a magnet.

But that didn’t mean he would notice- or even be interested for that matter.

Hannah sighed and shook her head. /Why am I always so hard on myself?/ She smile at her stupid question. /Because everyone else is. Because I’ve always had low self-esteem when it comes to guys/.

Feeling stupid, Hannah looked at her toes, painted hot pink, and wrapped her arms around herself. There was a knock on her bedroom door and she turned toward it.

“Come in,” she called.

Her mother walked in, cigarette in hand. “I’m going to bed- so should you.”

Hannah shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Goodnight,” her mom said. “I love you.”

“’Night.”

Her mother frowned, but shut the door again as she flipped the light-switch off. Hannah sighed and threw herself on top of her bed, hoping she would get at least a couple hours of sleep before have to face the panic tomorrow would bring. Another sigh escaped her lips as she let her thoughts drift to ways she could welcome Damon, a tiny smile playing about her lips.

Perhaps sleep would not be so bad tonight...

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“Thanks, but no thanks, Donavon,” Hannah said, faking politeness, her small hand resting on the doorknob. “My brother-in-law only lives a couple of blocks away. I’ll be fine walking.”

Claire and Kennedy stood at the bottom of the staircase, giving her suspicious looks.

“It’s broad daylight, mom,” Claire said.

Donavon smiled. “Alright, then,” she said. “You just be careful.”

“Yes, Mrs.- I mean, Donavon. I’ll do that.” Hannah groaned inwardly. She hadn’t expected it to take so long just to get out the door. “Bye, guys.”

She opened the door and stepped into the overcast Portland day before Claire’s mother could ask any more questions. Hannah shivered at the cool October air and pulled her light sweater tighter around herself. She grabbed her backpack off the porch, which contained her overnight things and most of the supplies she would need for the ceremony and ran down the street.

She turned the corner, walking past Edward Elementary School and then turned another corner, soon reaching a tall slate-blue house that served as the apartment building that Nic lived in. Nic stuck her head out of her bedroom window from up on the roof and waved.

“It’s almost dark; you ready?” she called, her short green and black hair wild and tangled about her brown face.

“As ready as I’ll ever be...”

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Hannah ushered Nic inside the circle and then closed the Northeast corner with her athame. Hannah took the candle that Nic held out to her and walked around the circle with it. She did the same with the cup of water, censor, and bowl of dried flowers. At last both girls sat down on the cushions they had laid on the ground opposite each other. In the center of the circle, between both girls, was a cauldron.

In unison, they began the incantation to invoke the elements.

“Air, Fire, Water, Earth

Elements of astral birth

We call you now, attend to us!

In the circle rightly cast

Safe from psychic curse or blast

We call you now, attend to us!

From cave and desert, sea and hill

By wand, blade, cup and pentacle

We call you now, attend to us!

This is our will, so mote it be!”

Hannah could already feel the power rising within the circle, within herself. She felt her hopes rise and she continued, completely in sync with Nic, who had just recited,

“Crescent one of the starry skies.”

Hannah added her own line,

“Flowing one of the ocean’s sighs.”

“Flowered one of the fertile plain.”

“Blessed one of the gentle rain.”

Their voices came together.

“Here our chant ‘midst the standing stones

Waken us to your silver tones

Be with us in our sacred right.”

Nic and Hannah both stood and took a palmful of powdered vervain from a small bag. Hannah closed her eyes and visualized Damon reincarnated from the flames of the cauldron. As she focused on her wish, she held the powdered herb up to her mouth and breathed softly upon it, trying to force the wish through her breath onto the herb. The girls turned to face the North and said,

“King Boreas of the North wind

By the powers of earth

We call you to carry our wish to the northern corner

And by the powers of the gnomes

We ask that you bring us success.”

Hannah blew a quarter of the herb from her palm in the direction of the North. They turned to the east and said,

“King Eureus of the East wind

By the power of air

We call you to carry our wish to the eastern corner

And by the powers of sylphs

We ask that you bring us success.”

Hannah blew another quarter of the herb to the east and then turned, facing the South.

“King Notus of the South wind

By the powers of fire

We call you to carry our wish to the southern corner

And by the powers of salamanders

We ask that you bring us success.”

She blew a quarter to the South. She turned to the West and in unison with Nic said,

“King Zephyrus of the West wind

By the powers of water

We call you to carry our wish to the western corner

And by the powers of undines

We ask that you bring us success.”

They blew the final quarter of the powdered herb to the West and then sat back down on their cushions. Hannah took a small slip of parchment and looked down at the red words /‘Damon Salvatore + Hannah Jean Homes’./ She spoke in a soft voice.

“My heart is strong

My spirit is weak

It is this man that I seek

My heart doth burn within the fire

So I may have my heart’s desire

Bring together my prince and me

Let him fall on bended knee

I summon him to my side

Bring together my prince and me

My kingdom now I wish him to see

Crossing history to my side

From myself he will not hide.”

Hannah dropped the parchment into the cauldron. Then she and Nic said in unison,

“In this night and in this hour

We call upon the ancient powers

Bring us Damon

Bring us the power of thee

Powers of the witches’ rise

Course unseen across the sky

Come to us who call you near.”

They placed their hands over the cauldron and continued.

“Into this cauldron we do enchant

Fetishes to bring corporeal form

From flames that tower we add our chant

To bring him here, whole and warm

May these fetishes contain the power

To make our ritual a success

From this magick we will not cower

Let him come so we can rest

Ignite these symbols of our desire

His body forms from within the flames

Ensured his transformation by the fire

Though he knows not of our claims

These words will travel through the minds

Of stubborn parties and unbind

The thoughts too rigid to be kind

A compromise they’ll disentwine.”

They added packets of different herbs and other fetishes they had consecrated earlier into the cauldron, naming each one and their purpose. When all the fetishes were in the cauldron, they said,

“This is our will, so let it be

As we say, so mote it be!”

They each lit a match and threw it in the cauldron. There was a large burst of flame and they both took a quick step back on instinct. As soon as the flames had died down, they knelt back in front of the cauldron. As they poured more flammable liquid into it, they chanted,

“Hear these words, here our cry

Vampire from the other side

Come to us, we summon thee

Cross now the great divide

Beloved Damon Salvatore

We seek your body, mind and soul

We ask that you commune with us

And move among us.”

They stood and each lit another match.

“Claw of pain we bring you here

Damon you are here forever!”

As they threw the matches into the cauldron, Hannah’s voice rose above her friend’s.

“So mote it be!!!”

Hannah closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing and calm herself. The heat of the fire against her skin began to fade. For the life of her, she could not open her eyes.

“Um... Hannah...?” Nic said, a note of fear and awkwardness in her voice. “Open your eyes.”

Slowly, she obeyed, her eyes focusing instantly on the beautiful (and very naked) man before her.

“Great Moon,” she sighed, her gaze traveling lower.

His features were nearly perfect under a shock of dark, black hair- hypnotizing, midnight eyes, high cheekbones, full, sensual mouth. Just at the sight of his face, she wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. Her eyes made their way reflexively down his body, taking in lean, flat muscles and long legs. He had the body of an Adonis, and Gods, was he beautiful.

Her inspection only took a few seconds and when she reached his eyes again, they were dazed and confused.

“What-?” he began, but he was too weak.

His knees hit the ground, unable to hold himself up any longer. He let out a quiet groan, his hands clutching at tufts of grass.

“Damon!” Hannah knelt down in front of his, cupping his cool face in her hands.

He looked up at her, eyes dilated in bloodlust. His lips pulled back from his fangs in a savage animalistic snarl. She stroked his cheek gently with her thumb in understanding. She scooted in closer, cradling her body against his, fitting perfectly. She pulled her hair away from her neck and offered it to him.

Without hesitation, he fisted a hand in her hair and buried his face in her neck, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to pull her even closer. He let out a soft growl as his lips met her throat and she resisted the urge to recoil at the sharp sting of his fangs piercing her flesh. But the pain faded almost instantly, only to be replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure and closeness she had only dreamt about.

She laced her fingers through his silky hair and held his head to her neck, radiating her desire to sate his hunger, her happiness and her love. He pulled her tighter against his chest and buried his fangs deeper into her neck, his nails clawing at her bare arms.

She moaned, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, her thoughts becoming slow and incoherent. At last, hesitantly, he pulled away. She rested her head sleepily against his chest, running her hands across his hard, cool shoulders.

He seemed to come to himself at last. He looked down at her for a long moment before pulling away and glaring at her in fury. He lunged to his feet, his head whipping around to look at Nic and then back at the dazed red head on the ground.

“What’s going on? Where am I?” he demanded, his low voice laced faintly with an Italian accent.

Hannah stood shakily, feeling very light-headed, and stumbled. Instantly, Damon was there, his muscled arms steadying her. She leaned against him for support and groaned, holding onto his arms lightly.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. She looked up at him with wide, luminescent eyes.

He held her gaze, captivated. “/Scuzzi?/”

She ran her hands up his chest and felt his nipples bead beneath her palms. His pupils dilated once again, but this time with a different kind of hunger. Lust. Suddenly she was unbearably aware of his naked body pressed lightly against hers.

She fought the urge to press herself closer and pulled away. He frowned at the loss but quickly recovered. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by his state of undress.

“If you come upstairs with me-us- I’ll explain everything... And we can find you some... erm... clothes to put on.” As if to emphasize her point, she looked downwards.

He gave her an ingratiating grin. “Lead that way/bella rossa./”

Hannah barely contained the shiver that went up her spine. She looked past him. “Nic?”

Nic walked past Damon and to the back door of her apartment building. She pulled her keys from her pocket and disappeared inside. Damon draped his arm around Hannah’s shoulders and followed Nic.

Behind them, the fire flared up again. Hannah whipped toward it, cold with apprehension, but the fire was out and she could see nothing lurking in the shadows.

“What is it?” Damon asked, glancing around, his eyes narrowed.

“It’s... nothing,” she assured. “Come on. It’s cold out here.”

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“They’re a bit big,” Damon said as he zipped up his borrowed pants.

Hannah rolled her eyes and lay back on Nic’s bed. “I told you they would be.”

Damon threw his shirt back on the dresser and sat next to her on the bed. “How about that explanation?”

She sat up and gave him a quizzical look. “I’m surprised you’re so calm about this.”

“I’m not the type to get too bent out of shape about anything.”

“No,” she agreed, “you’re not.” She got up and picked up her backpack. When she sat back down next to Damon, she unzipped the bag, pulled out four well-read paperback books and handed them to him.

“’The Vampire Diaries’?” he read. When he turned the book over and read the back, his eyes widened. “Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?”

“No, Damon. You are... a character from a book- those books, and this... well, this is the real world,” Hannah said gently, placing a hand over his.

He continued to stare at the books, his shoulders tense. “But... why? Why did you bring me here?”

Hannah stood abruptly and paced the room, not looking at him. “Because I... I...”

Damon rose after her. He placed his hands on her hips and turned her towards him. “Tell me,” he said, his voice low and insistent.

She sighed and gave herself up to her inevitable fate. “Because I fell in love with you.”

Damon stepped back in surprise, releasing her. “You...?”

“Yes,” she said, bowing her head. “I love you.”

For a long moment, he was silent, but then he blurted, “Why?”

Hannah let out a bitter laugh. “How could I not?” She looked up at him and cupped his face in her palms, her eyes burning with compassion and sincerity. “Damon, you are the most beautiful and amazing person I have ever known. You’re strong and passionate and independent. You’re the ultimate bad boy- in a good way. You’re charming, clever, and it doesn’t help that you’re absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. But most of all, you’re the only thing that’s made me feel in a long time.” Hannah blushed and looked down again, letting go of his face. “I know it’s insane. And I know you could never love me; I’m not your type of girl. But you have no idea how happy it makes me just to have you here, how much I- And you’re going to laugh at me now, aren’t you?”

When Damon didn’t say anything, she chanced to look up. Damon’s mouth was slightly parted, his breathing labored. His eyes were widened slightly in surprise and- if she wasn’t mistaken- fear.

“Damon?”

His head whipped down to look at her. Hannah reached toward him, but he jerked back. His eyes flew to the open window.

“I can’t,” he murmured. “I’ve never... And you...?”

“Damon? Damon, please,” she pleaded.

But Damon jumped out the window and disappeared in a flutter of great black wings.

“Damon!”
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