Dark Princess

*Rated R for some serious cussing and violence*


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I heard Damon yell, "Stefan, get your ass up now and get down here.". From a few doors down I heard Stefan groan and mumble, "Damn.". I smirk and return to doing chin ups, training myself for a backstreet fight that Damon nor Stefan knows about.  After the twentith set of chin ups, I drop to the ground. I walk down stairs and listen to  Damon and Stefan arguing. I lean against the archway of the kitchen, listening, trying not to laugh. It doesn't work though. 

Damon's icy blue eyes stare at me and his lips creep into a dangerous, yet sweet smile. Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT! I take off running, through the front door and down the road, Damon and Stefan hot on my heels. OH SHIT, I run faster, trying to out run them. It works for a while and then I stop at the Mystic Grill, trying to catch my breath. I hear, "Hello.". I twirl around to find Damon standing behind me. 

"Son of a bi-. You scared the hell out of me, Damon!".

"You forgot something didn't you?".

"What did I forget?".

"I'm not a regular person.".

I just smile and nods my head. I didn't forget, I thought I could out run them. Turns out I can't, because of a few words; Damon and Stefan are VAMPIRES, meaning they have this super speed and other superish things that they can do.

"How is the sweet girl that lives with Stefan and I?".

"Still trying to figure out how the hell I can out run you, but other than that I'm fine".



Hello my dearest friends. My name is Nikkita, or Nick, Nikki, Kiki and Kita. I live in the rural Mystic Falls. I've lived here all of my life, but I've lived with Damon and Stefan for about five years. I was living on the streets basically. I'd fight for a living just to keep the gangs from beating the living shit out of me, trying to survive atleast just enough to get by for a while. Then one night I was leaving a fight when I heard shouting and hollering from the woods.

A guy about my age was surrounded by atleast five to ten wolves. Actually now that I remember, it was two guys instead of one. I shout at the wolves and make loud noises just to attract attention. It worked and I got the wolves away from those two guys. A few weeks later I was in almost the same situation, surrounded by people, rather than animals. That's home I came to know Damon and Stefan, along with the other people in Mystic Falls.


"What are you thinking about, Kita?".

"Just how you, me and Stefan met and about you convincing me to live with you.".

Damon leans in and kisses my forehead, making me slightly smile. He always does this when only I make him happy. I walk inside the Grill and look around for Matt. I smile when I see him and wave. Out of the corner of my left eye, I see a shadow move. My pulse increases, for I know who it is; it's Klaus Mikaelson.  I begin backing away, back to where Damon is. Damon sees the scared look on my face.

"Kita, what's wrong?".

"Klaus is in there. He was staring at me, that crazy look he always has in his eyes.".

"If he lays a fucking hand on you, I'll rip him limb from limb. Just give me the word, Kita, I promise you.".

"No, Damon. Let's just go back home, please?".

Damon nods, putting his left arm around my waist. We reach the house in five minutes and I find Stefan lying on the couch and Elena arguing with him. As Elena begins to counter something Stefan just said, I shout, "Damn it, that's enough.", I also make the motion of covering my ears with my hands. I look up again and see Elena and Stefan still arguing. With a swift turn I begin walking towards my room. 

Once in my room I slam the door, then lock it, hoping that they heard me, taking the door slamming as a sign that I am pissed off. I lay across my queen size bed and begin to cry. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, then they begin walking towards my door. Whoever it is, they knock on the door.

"Kita, please open the door.". It's Damon.

"No, Damon.".

"Please, Kita.".


"Kita, please, I'm begging you.".

Damon never begs for anything and I mean N-E-V-E-R. I sigh, tears still silently falling down my face, then trudge over to the door and unlock it. He opens the door, walks in and then closes the door. He wraps his arms around me as I bury my face in his shirt. He strokes my hair, whispering that everything will be alright.

I look up at his face and smile. He smiles back.

"Are you ready?". Damon looks at me, a look of pure confusion on his face. I shake my head, then I point to my neck. He smiles once more. Before I let him do anything I fix my long auburn red hair in a messy bun. I smile at Damon and then bring my pointer finger to my lips and Damon does the same.

Stefan may be realted to Damon by blood and believe he needs to know whatever Damon's doing, but what he doesn't know won't kill him, figuratively and literally. Damon helps me take off my long sleeve shirt, exposing my black camisole. I tilt my head to the right, exposing the left side of my neck. I watch as Damon's fangs become visible, my pulse racing once more. 

Damon sinks his fangs into my neck and I feel no pain. It's over in seconds, Damon wipes the excess blood off with one of his shirt sleeves and a grin on his face. I put my pointer finger to my lips again, but Damon doesn't copy me, instead he kisses me. A sweet kiss that makes my defenses melt.

I help Damon wipe the rest of my blood off of his face and he lays on my bed, smiling at me.

"Oh, no, Damon.".

He just stares at me and I sigh, knowing that I can't win this one. I shake my head and go and lay next to him, my back facing him. He wraps his arms around me again and I drift into a dreamless sleep, Damon being the only thing on my mind.

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