The Vampire Diaries (Damon Salvatore X Oc)

Plot Twist

Sylvia's POV

It was early morning, and I was rushing out the door, grabbing an apple on my way to school. As I passed the living room, I spotted Jeremy lounging on the couch, nose deep in an old journal. 

The cover looked ancient—dusty, like something straight out of a horror flick.

I stopped in my tracks, leaning against the doorway. "Hey, what's up? Whatcha reading?"

Jenna, sitting across from Jeremy, shot me a look and shrugged. "Creepy stuff, as usual."

Jeremy didn't even glance up, still focused on the worn pages. "I found this old journal in Dad's stuff. It's from, like, the 1800s. Written by Jonathan Gilbert. And, uh, it's kind of a freak show. Dude wrote about demons and people getting absolutely slaughtered."

I raised an eyebrow, amused. "Yeah, sounds about right. He was a writer—did all sorts of horror, ghost stories, the usual."

Jeremy finally looked up, frowning. "Wait, so... he wrote fiction? You think he was just, I dunno, delusional or super drunk?"

I snorted. "He was a Gilbert. Let's be real—probably a mix of both. Little bit crazy, little bit tipsy. You know how it is."

Jeremy smirked, flipping another page. "Makes sense. But man, if he was serious about this stuff... We might be related to a complete lunatic."

I shrugged, taking a bite out of my apple. "Who isn't related to a weirdo? Anyway, enjoy your demonic bedtime stories. I've got to deal with my own nightmare—school."

That day started out like any other. I strolled into school, ready for the usual routine. During homeroom, our teacher hit us with a surprise announcement. 

"So, class, no lessons today! Instead, we've got a mandatory career fair later this evening." The groan that swept across the room was almost instant. 

Career fairs? Not exactly what we wanted.

Suddenly, the principal walked in, exchanged a few whispered words with our teacher, and both of them turned to look directly at me. 

Uh-oh. My heart dropped. 

Did something happen to my family? Anxiety spiked as they whispered again, then beckoned me outside the room. I followed, trying not to let the panic show on my face.

"Sylvia Sommers, come with us." The teacher gestured for me to follow her, "I grabbed my bad and come out and see the Sheriff. 

"Mrs. Forbes?" I asked and she asked me to follow her and I did down the hall. We ended up in an empty classroom where she perched on the edge of a desk, and I sat across from her, nervous as hell.

"Did... something happen?" I asked, already bracing for the worst.

She sighed, glancing around before locking eyes with me. "I'm going to be straight with you. How much do you know about vampires?"

I blinked. "Vampires?" That definitely wasn't what I was expecting. Swallowing hard, I replied, "Uh, just the basics I guess, well, they can't come out in the sun, that dude who bit be got burned.

They're weak against wood—I mean, Damon stabbed one, so there's that—they're allergic to vervain you injected that to Lexi, and, well, they're usually hot, seductive... you know, the usual vampire stuff."

Well, I kinda knew all this stuff beforehand. I've been friends with vampires and witches, and I'm a nymph myself, you know? We're all supernatural over here!

"It's smart of you to piece all that together from your experiences. Not everyone can do that." Sheriff nodded, clearly impressed. "There's been another death."