Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her coração beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, you know what, Damon? If you want to keep atuação like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do you want?”
Elena turned around again and walked back. She took his hands and looked him sharp in the eyes. “It wasn’t a moment of compassion” she began. “When you were dying and I kissed you I didn’t do it out of compassion. I don’t...

It’s just a party, Damon had to tell himself when he knocked the Gilbert’s house door. However, it was Alaric who opened it.
“You’re looking for Elena?” he asked frowning.
Damon smirked. “No, Ricky, I was hoping you could do me the honor of being my encontro, data tonight” he said sarcastic.
“Sorry, Damon, you’re too old” Alaric joked back. Then he was serious again. “Ehm, Elena left five minutos ago”
“She did?” Damon asked confused.
“Yeah” Alaric said. “Hey, why don’t you just get inside, pour yourself a drink, then I’ll change clothes and go with you. Jeremy can come...

Okay so i deleted my other account but made this one i use to be EnchantdEquinox so here is the edited verison of The Diaries.

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 dia 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...