Fic: A lady's choice and a gentleman's agreement 02
Title: A lady's choice and a gentleman's agreement
Chapter 01 "Home, sweet home"
Characters: Damon Salvatore/OC
Genre: romance, darkfic, supernatural
Rating: T
Spoilers: Yes
Disclaimar: As always I don't own anything that belongs to the rightful author or the company producing the Vampire diaries serial. I rather bow before them in acknowledgment of their efforts put in their work for creating such a compelling story.
Summary: Hannah as any young adult desires to build herself a life that would appease her, fulfilling her wishes and ambitions. And yet as she moves to Mystic Falls on behest of her aunt, her past inevitably catches with her, making her life anything but a plight.
Chapter I
She wasn't extravagant - definitely not. She liked wearing pencil grey or striped skirts, white blouses and sheer stockings even during hot summers or cold winters - doesn't really mattered to her. Even now she wore one. Hannah thought about herself as conservative and sometimes old fashioned, that was true. Even her car was traditional - a Ford Focus with electrically-operated and heated door mirrors, air conditioning and perimeter alarm. But when it came to its color it was everything but definitely not conventional to her standards. The car was vibrant, a vision to behold, all turquoise with dark black windows. It was her car!
And in this late evening the car purred like a large cat, comforting her in her way back home, if home was the correct word to describe it where she was returning. She had really no choice had she? This question had been one that plagued her in the last month. Why should she return to Mystic Falls when she wasn't really wanted there?
For family's sake?
For her non-existent carrier?
Bullshit.
Her aunt asked in her nasal voice to return and take the position of the Mystic Fall's high school counselor and the whole implication was really to be a good niece and return to the ranks of well bred good southern girls and mostly one of the Fell snotty founding family.
Bloody brilliant.
She never wanted to be one. She wanted to stay away of the whole town. The car sped as she angrily pushed the pedal lower, engine roaring.
She should decline. She really should decline the generous offer to stay at the family house. Why hadn't she? Why?
To try again and please them all? How old was she again? Twelve?
But now it doesn't really mattered at all. The welcome sign of Mystic Falls greeted her in a cheerily bright Friday the sun slowly setting behind it. Her car slowed and she passed through the streets returning home as a good girl should.
Her aunt was down the stairs of their villa in an instant. "Hannah, welcome home."
"Aunt Elizabeth, how are you?" she hoped her voice was neutral rather than crabby.
"As always Hannah, busy. The founder council prepares another event - you remember the Founders party right? No, no this way dear, we are re-decorating the saloon. And where were we? Right mayor Lockwood wants to borrow some of our heritage to show off at the party. I am still troubled. I don't know if I should borrow the old Silver Tea service. It is very expensive you know."
They stepped onto the second floor and turned left. The whole décor was as she had remembered it - opulent. The high ceiling, cream colors and lofty windows made the passage look larger more intimidating and the overall feeling of detachment swept over her.
"I had prepared your old room. I changed only tid-bits here and there to make it more suitable for you. I would ask Mark to help you with the rest of the luggage; you shouldn't carry it alone upstairs."
"Don't worry Aunt Elizabeth. I will do it alone. I had managed before I can…"
"Nonsense." Her aunt turned calling, "Mark, could you get Hannah's luggage please? Into the third room to the left if you will."
"You know you are now under my roof Hannah. So please let me pamper you for a while, no? You will have too much work in the days to come and I would be very pleased if you let me treat you for a while. We had missed you." Aunt Elizabeth was leading her down the hall her stilettos click-clacking on the polished wooden floor never letting Hannah to argue with her. "And here we are. Settle in, we will talk later. The dinner is…" she looked at her Guess watch "in an hour and half. I will see you downstairs."
*****
Hannah lay in her bed, looking at the ceiling finally alone. It was hot. It was dark. And it was silent - too silent for her liking. She missed the vibrant rush of Washington DC, the life she had had there and the feeling of greatness and importance that the city emanated spurring her to look forward and work harder. Somehow there in her two rooms flat with Daniel she felt at home and at easy.
And as expected today's evening dinner which was an unfamiliar affair with many unwritten rules she had half forgotten, hadn't left her with any good feelings at all. It was a struggle and Tina hadn't helped at all with her nosy questioning of her past five years - of course they were cultured and from the outside absolutely innocent. And still, it would be so easy just to lose her temper and snap at her. But no, the whole Fell family including her prided themselves on upholding the pretence of order and calm poise. It was a habit that was taught to every member of the family and upheld - no exceptions.
And because of that she felt unease. The too perfect world Aunt Elizabeth had created was pristine. From the villa to the two youngest cousins of Fell family everything was as it was planed. Even Logan fell into the whole picture perfectly. As his grandfather he became a successful reporter to the WPKW9 in Mystic Falls complimenting the family and earning their respect. Fortunately he wasn't there.
She should stop wallowing. After all it was her choice to come here - hers alone, she emphasized it silently to confirm the gravity of her decision. She was back in Mystic Falls - her home, sweet home - with family she loved and they loved her back. In the house that was rich and beautiful. And the job she would enjoy and for which she worked so hard. Yes tomorrow it would be a new beginning for a well bred good southern girl.
And no today she wouldn't pity herself. After all she is an adult; she should live with her decisions.
Yes that was right.
And even to her ears this exclamation felt feeble and unrealistic and she promptly burst into tears muffling down her wails with a pillow.
Daniel was right after all.
Chapter 01 "Home, sweet home"
Characters: Damon Salvatore/OC
Genre: romance, darkfic, supernatural
Rating: T
Spoilers: Yes
Disclaimar: As always I don't own anything that belongs to the rightful author or the company producing the Vampire diaries serial. I rather bow before them in acknowledgment of their efforts put in their work for creating such a compelling story.
Summary: Hannah as any young adult desires to build herself a life that would appease her, fulfilling her wishes and ambitions. And yet as she moves to Mystic Falls on behest of her aunt, her past inevitably catches with her, making her life anything but a plight.
Chapter I
She wasn't extravagant - definitely not. She liked wearing pencil grey or striped skirts, white blouses and sheer stockings even during hot summers or cold winters - doesn't really mattered to her. Even now she wore one. Hannah thought about herself as conservative and sometimes old fashioned, that was true. Even her car was traditional - a Ford Focus with electrically-operated and heated door mirrors, air conditioning and perimeter alarm. But when it came to its color it was everything but definitely not conventional to her standards. The car was vibrant, a vision to behold, all turquoise with dark black windows. It was her car!
And in this late evening the car purred like a large cat, comforting her in her way back home, if home was the correct word to describe it where she was returning. She had really no choice had she? This question had been one that plagued her in the last month. Why should she return to Mystic Falls when she wasn't really wanted there?
For family's sake?
For her non-existent carrier?
Bullshit.
Her aunt asked in her nasal voice to return and take the position of the Mystic Fall's high school counselor and the whole implication was really to be a good niece and return to the ranks of well bred good southern girls and mostly one of the Fell snotty founding family.
Bloody brilliant.
She never wanted to be one. She wanted to stay away of the whole town. The car sped as she angrily pushed the pedal lower, engine roaring.
She should decline. She really should decline the generous offer to stay at the family house. Why hadn't she? Why?
To try again and please them all? How old was she again? Twelve?
But now it doesn't really mattered at all. The welcome sign of Mystic Falls greeted her in a cheerily bright Friday the sun slowly setting behind it. Her car slowed and she passed through the streets returning home as a good girl should.
Her aunt was down the stairs of their villa in an instant. "Hannah, welcome home."
"Aunt Elizabeth, how are you?" she hoped her voice was neutral rather than crabby.
"As always Hannah, busy. The founder council prepares another event - you remember the Founders party right? No, no this way dear, we are re-decorating the saloon. And where were we? Right mayor Lockwood wants to borrow some of our heritage to show off at the party. I am still troubled. I don't know if I should borrow the old Silver Tea service. It is very expensive you know."
They stepped onto the second floor and turned left. The whole décor was as she had remembered it - opulent. The high ceiling, cream colors and lofty windows made the passage look larger more intimidating and the overall feeling of detachment swept over her.
"I had prepared your old room. I changed only tid-bits here and there to make it more suitable for you. I would ask Mark to help you with the rest of the luggage; you shouldn't carry it alone upstairs."
"Don't worry Aunt Elizabeth. I will do it alone. I had managed before I can…"
"Nonsense." Her aunt turned calling, "Mark, could you get Hannah's luggage please? Into the third room to the left if you will."
"You know you are now under my roof Hannah. So please let me pamper you for a while, no? You will have too much work in the days to come and I would be very pleased if you let me treat you for a while. We had missed you." Aunt Elizabeth was leading her down the hall her stilettos click-clacking on the polished wooden floor never letting Hannah to argue with her. "And here we are. Settle in, we will talk later. The dinner is…" she looked at her Guess watch "in an hour and half. I will see you downstairs."
*****
Hannah lay in her bed, looking at the ceiling finally alone. It was hot. It was dark. And it was silent - too silent for her liking. She missed the vibrant rush of Washington DC, the life she had had there and the feeling of greatness and importance that the city emanated spurring her to look forward and work harder. Somehow there in her two rooms flat with Daniel she felt at home and at easy.
And as expected today's evening dinner which was an unfamiliar affair with many unwritten rules she had half forgotten, hadn't left her with any good feelings at all. It was a struggle and Tina hadn't helped at all with her nosy questioning of her past five years - of course they were cultured and from the outside absolutely innocent. And still, it would be so easy just to lose her temper and snap at her. But no, the whole Fell family including her prided themselves on upholding the pretence of order and calm poise. It was a habit that was taught to every member of the family and upheld - no exceptions.
And because of that she felt unease. The too perfect world Aunt Elizabeth had created was pristine. From the villa to the two youngest cousins of Fell family everything was as it was planed. Even Logan fell into the whole picture perfectly. As his grandfather he became a successful reporter to the WPKW9 in Mystic Falls complimenting the family and earning their respect. Fortunately he wasn't there.
She should stop wallowing. After all it was her choice to come here - hers alone, she emphasized it silently to confirm the gravity of her decision. She was back in Mystic Falls - her home, sweet home - with family she loved and they loved her back. In the house that was rich and beautiful. And the job she would enjoy and for which she worked so hard. Yes tomorrow it would be a new beginning for a well bred good southern girl.
And no today she wouldn't pity herself. After all she is an adult; she should live with her decisions.
Yes that was right.
And even to her ears this exclamation felt feeble and unrealistic and she promptly burst into tears muffling down her wails with a pillow.
Daniel was right after all.