TVD

Katherine sat opposite me with a confused look on her face opposite me. She glanced up and stared hard at my face.
“Those vampires won’t find us straight away, but when they do…” I shuddered along with the other three. “What can we do?” she zei as she buried her face in her knees.
“I think I know someone who can help us,” Damon zei wonderingly. “Katherine, I think it would be much easier if you…stayed here, rather than come with us,” he added. She stood up angrily.
“Why? I have every right to walk outside!” she zei as she clenched her fists.
“Katherine, u look...

Chapter 2

Damon was feeling even thirstier than he was when he went into the cinema, the sky was growing dark now, and he needed to feed.

The girl who rejected him made his thirst meer intense, her rejection made him want her even more; he wasn't going to give up until she was his.

He walked down a dark alley, a girl was walking through he stalked over to her like a predator preparing to pounce.

"You shouldn't be out door yourself at night, u never know what might be lurking in the shadows" Damon steeped in front of her with a smirk on his lips.

The girls brown hair swung vooruit, voorwaarts as she stopped...

This is my opinion about why Damon should win Elena:
Damon is a much meer complicating character than Stefan. He is strong, intelligent, always wears a mask to hide his true feelings and in the beginning he is being presented to us as the bad guy who is proved not to be so bad after all. In reality, if we look a bit deeper, we will find out that Damon hides much meer behind that mask than we know.
One thing is certain: the main feelings are pain and rejection. While still human, Damon was constantly overshadowed door his little brother, Stefan. He loved his mother very much, yet she had to die...

Chapter 1:
December 1
Dear Diary,
I had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen today.
I don’t know why I wrote that. It’s outrageous. I have no reason to be upset, but every reason to be happy, but here I am at 8:30 in the evening, scared. But that doesn’t explain why I feel so lost.
The dag before I left Virginia Beach, while I was gather a bag full of clothes. I came across five old journals, leather covers with old coffee stained pages. They were my great Uncle Jonathans’ journals; he was one of the first founder families in Mystic Falls and believed that there were vampires...