1x07 - Haunted

Night came in and both Elena and Damon were getting ready to go to sleep. Elena, wearing pajamas with a teddy print on it, was standing in the doorway of her room. “You want to come in?” she asked teasing. Damon had this ludicrous…rule they had to sleep in separate rooms. It was so not Damon. “We can sleep together” Elena tried with chiot eyes. Damon walked to her and kissed her. Elena wanted to pull him inside, but he braced. “Oh, come on” she groaned, her lips still touching his.
“I’m not doing it, Elena, not tonight” Damon a dit and he kissed her again. Elena took of her...

Elena was standing in front of Damon’s porch. She felt how her cœur, coeur beat painful in her chest. She took a deep breath and knocked. Several times, but the door stayed shut.
“Okay, toi know what, Damon? If toi want to keep jouer la comédie like a brat, fine! I’m going!” she yelled angry and she turned around.
The door opened and Damon walked out. “What do toi 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 toi were dying and I kissed toi 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 toi could do me the honor of being my rendez-vous amoureux, date tonight” he a dit sarcastic.
“Sorry, Damon, you’re too old” Alaric joked back. Then he was serious again. “Ehm, Elena left five minutes ago”
“She did?” Damon asked confused.
“Yeah” Alaric said. “Hey, why don’t toi 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 jour 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...