This my first time writing a crossover, and also a Vampire Diaries, Twilight one, since I usually write for only anime. But anyway, I decided to give it a try. and I'm really hoping everyone reading this will like it. I have never read the Vampire Diaries books though, so I will be basing that on the show. Please point out my mistakes in places, or if I'm suddenly introducing characters who have died before the Originals did, which I'll try not to mess up. There may not be pairings, as they are already sorted, but some mild ones shall be there I guess.

And even though I never do a disclaimer, I'll do it anyway; I do not own Vampire Diaries or Twilight.

Chapter One- The Search

"I know I should trust my instincts. If trouble was there, the inevitable was it would come. Because that is just how Mystic Falls is. All about instincts. All about fear. All about preparation."

The trees seemed to rush past in a dark green blur, every rustling of a leaf and every movement of a beetle not gone amiss by the two exhilarated vampires covering miles in seconds as they sprinted.

The forest in Mystic Falls was darker than usual, with the rain drops—remnants of the rain some time before—glistened on the leaves. The steady running left no sound but a gentle breeze that vanished quickly; as the Salvatore brothers searched the grounds with their piercing eyes hungrily.

"I can't believe you roped me into having rabbits for breakfast!" Damon complained.

"Oh, take a break sometimes brother," Stefan chided, moving faster than the blink of an eye as he grabbed one; sinking his teeth into it.

Damon muttered curse words and eyed the petite animals on the forest floor haughtily, before shrugging and following suit to Stefan anyway. At least when he got back, better 'food' would not be denied.

Hunting was hardly the reason the brothers had ventured into the forest for the millionth time again. There was a rumor going around that new vampires had come to Mystic Falls, and the last time that had happened, it had not been a good result.

Of course there were vampires everywhere, but Damon wouldn't grasp the fact that they would come to Mystic Falls out of all places, where one match can light up a forest fire. The teeniest bit of rivalry; whether it was the werewolves or the hybrids that had long been disposed of, could start a string of seemingly never-ending problems that usually ended up with even more gruesome deaths than before. No, Mystic Falls was hardly what you called a 'safe town'.

"No point in searching now. If they were here as Caroline said, they must have left by now," The blonde vampire mused, his disappointment mirrored on Damon's face at the prospect of no fresh kill.

"You can go. Obviously you're not concerned about Elena, as she attracts maximum enemies than anyone else." He said instead, again trying, and succeeding in provoking Stefan with his carelessly irritating words.

Stefan rolled his eyes and snapped; "Fine, waste your time here. And make it clear that this town can't harbor anymore more beasts without breaking down, so they should just leave."

"Arrogant much brother?" Damon smirked, his usage of the word 'brother' a mere tone of sarcasm and an old, formal habit from centuries back; when they still tried to lick Katherine's shoes.

"Look who's talking," Stefan turned grimly, before disappearing between the trees again, heading back to town. And then, instincts took over, as he quickly began to search the cemetery too, just to be sure, before giving up, knowing his targets were not there.

It was still early in the morning, and the human routine would continue. High school. After living for thousands of years, those two words kind of aggravated you. Unless of course, a lot more went on in the sidelines, which would eventually put out what a normal teen would do—and somehow or the other, Elena always became the main target too. First rule of living in this town; nothing is normal.

Damon, on the other side, fixed his leather jacket as he proceeded to search again, his ice blue eyes glinting maliciously.

"New vampire guests?" he smiled deviously to himself. "Don't worry brother, they won't last long."

"Caroline, no! Spare me the pain!" Elena protested, as her bubbly blonde friend announced her latest idea before the winter break.

"Come on Elena, Bonnie already agreed! And so did the entire school!" Caroline smiled broadly. Whether she morphed into a blood-craving creature or not, her enthusiasm remained the same—if not tragically advanced after the change.

Bonnie, who had her head in her hands, lifted it up at the mention of her name and gave a weak smile.

"Sure. Have ANOTHER ball just after the Originals were finally defeated."

Elena winced and looked away. She was still sore with the subject; "Please don't talk about it."

"Exactly! To lift the tension Elena!" Caroline said, before lowering her voice to a gentler tone. "It won't happen again, you know that. You're still human, you survived, didn't you? Make the most of it; don't give up on your life just because of what happened."

"All hail Saint Caroline," Bonnie muttered.

"I'm not giving up on life!" Elena said, surprised at the outburst of melodrama. "I'm thinking if we have one more ball, people are going to murder you. What are you trying to do? One dance every time the weather changes or one every time that Damon kills someone?"

The three friends were sitting around on the grounds of Mystic Falls High School, but there was no need to be extra quiet while discussing everything that was beyond normal; no one was sitting close enough to overhear.

"They can't murder me!" Caroline said in mock horror. "Well alright, depends on the species."

Elena and Bonnie laughed, as the latter checked her watch. "We should get going. Math up next."

They entered the school building, which had been subject to a lot of fights and the ground to battles over time. Elena had just spotted Matt and Tyler in the hallways as they walked past the lockers, and Caroline wasted no time in prancing over to Tyler.

"Where are Stefan and Damon?" Bonnie asked while the two carried on. There was a strange tingling in her fingers, like she was doing magic again, but she was not. Shrugging it off, she tried to ignore it.

"I don't know. They looked preoccupied yesterday, when Caroline was talking to them." Elena frowned.

"You don't think—" Bonnie started worriedly. From all the disasters that had erupted all around them, it almost seemed inevitable that trouble would strike again.

"No, I don't." Elena said in a clearly firm tone, getting into class with her best friend. Miraculously, Stefan was there, seated beside Elena's chair as always. Bonnie grinned, as her friend huffed and tackled Stefan.

"Where were you?" she demanded.

Stefan chuckled and raised an amused eyebrow. The best part about being a vampire was the power of concealment. It was so easy to just lie smoothly, even better to compel a person which he avoided if he could. And the dreadful times when history would repeat itself, and all their despair and hopelessness would come crashing down on top of them, it was so easy to switch it off. A task that mortals couldn't do. Just shut out every emotion, every need except for the bloodlust, but Stefan had learned to conquer that more than ever.

"Hunting with Damon. He's unsatisfied with the animals, so naturally he won't come again." Stefan added.

Elena looked at him suspiciously for a while, before exchanging relieved looks with Bonnie, accepting that life was back to normal. Amazing, how the smallest of things triggered such immense fear in their minds. But you couldn't blame them…after everything.

Elena glanced up at the teacher for a second, and swiftly took her diary out, uncapping her pen with her mouth. Sweeping her long hair behind her shoulder, she started to write again. It was ages since she had last written, and now she filled in the empty pages with her words.

As Elena, Stefan, Bonnie, Matt, Caroline and Tyler were walking back after school; Caroline couldn't stop gushing on about the dance.

"And do you think pink laces will look better or purple?" she questioned Elena, who rolled her eyes.

"Stick with pink if you must," she replied. She suddenly noticed Bonnie getting extremely jittery about something.

"What's wrong?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know, I've been feeling weird since morning. Like, I am…I'm known by someone else besides you guys. I don't know how to explain; it's like my powers are…my powers are foretold."

Bonnie looked up at Elena, her lip shifting to the right as it did whenever she was worried.

Elena was confused. "How can you sense that? Hypothetically, even if was true, how would you understand?"

Bonnie shook her head in despair, unable to explain. It was like her magic—and she herself—had been drawn into someone else's mind, someone she didn't trust.

The brunette witch didn't know how she could understand it either. But when another witch had come to Mystic Falls, she had sensed the magical presence. And this time, her instincts made her feel that any spell she would cast, was going to be known already.

Though even to her the theory seemed silly. How could she know? It was a stupid idea, perhaps born in her mind and making her believe things that weren't there. But then, she had felt it when summoning her mother's powers, she had felt every connection.

"Ah, forget it. You're right, it's not possible." Bonnie said at last, exasperated with her lack of proper words. Elena glanced at Stefan, and from the look on his face, she knew he had heard everything—and willingly so, not because of his vampire hearing.

Tyler and Matt were talking animatedly about sports, and Caroline was busy cooking up new stuff for the dance, so apart from the three no one had listened in. They took a turn, and everyone save Stefan parted.

Stefan walked with Elena to her house, but before he could go and get some information out of Damon again, she pulled him aside.

"Are you sure nothing is going on here?" she whispered urgently, her brows creased.

Stefan knew that he wasn't exactly going to be lying; after all, until now nothing had gone wrong. And the rumor, whether true or not didn't really matter if no harm came to the people. It was stupid really; spending an entire day thinking about the unnecessary.

He kissed Elena once, and whispered back; "Nothing."

Nodding, but a tad unconvinced, Elena walked back into the house to find Jeremy already there, trying to cook something and failing. The burning smell of something overcooked hit her nose, as she grimaced and made her way over to her brother.

"You'll burn the house down Jer, better let me do it." She said, laughing at the look of annoyance on Jeremy's face.

After an hour or two, Bonnie and Caroline came over, and the blonde launched into discussion for the ball while the other two grinned and pretended to listen, lounging beside the fireplace.

Stefan entered the vast house, and found Damon leaning near the coffee table, a glass in his hand. And like usual, it was the blood that Damon actually favored, and not what Stefan forced himself to drink.

"Elena suspects," Stefan said, throwing his jacket off and crossing his arms. "Found anything?"

Damon looked at his brother impassively, before setting his glass a little harshly down on the table surface. He looked as if he was preparing to say something serious as Stefan stared at him expectantly.

And then; "What was Elena wearing today?"

Stefan clicked in impatience and the slightest twinge of jealousy, before replying. "Top, skirt, black shoes. Cut to the chase Damon."

"Ah, patience brother. And well, no. I found nothing except a scent." The raven haired vampire answered at last.

Stefan perked up a bit. "Scent? Was it familiar?"

Damon sighed, acting as cocky as usual. No one could make him the better person he was, except Elena Gilbert and her doppelganger resemblance to Katherine.

"Of course not, or I wouldn't be wasting my time telling you about this Stefan! It was….sweet. Sickly sweet in fact, and also icy. Kind of like Rebekah, minus the sweetness. Did I mention the smell of blood too?" the boy paused. "Human blood."

"And we're still talking about intruders?" Stefan prompted impatiently.

Damon ran a hand through his hair carelessly, and said; "Yes, we are. And if they come back," he held up an empty alcohol bottle, and crushed it with his fingers with a gentle squeeze. "Then they're in pretty big trouble."

For once, Stefan did not argue with his brother, and nodded grimly, an old glint of mischief back in his startling green eyes.

Trouble for sure. These were the Salvatore brothers they were messing with.

Okay, so since this idea came to me randomly, this is just the first chapter and I have not introduced Twilight characters yet. I'll be updating when I am free, as I'm also writing another multichapter story. If you liked this, please review, then I will know whether I should continue this story or just delete it later, as I don't want it to be boring! And thank you for reading :)