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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES BOOK SERIES :: VICKIE IS KILLED BY KLAUS
Power and violence were still thrumming in the air, but the main event was over. This place had been violated. 

Meredith spun away from the window, doubling over, retching. Clenching her fists so that the nails bit into her palms, Bonnie leaned forward and looked in.

The smell was what struck her first. A wet smell, meaty and coppery. She could almost taste it, and it tasted like an accidentally bitten tongue. The stero was playing something she couldn’t hear over the screaming out front and the drumming-surf sound in her own ears. Her eyes, adjusting from the darkness outside, could see only red. Just red.

Because that was the new color of Vickie’s room. The powder blue was gone. Red wallpaper, red comforter. Red in great gaudy splashes across the floor. As if some kid had gotten a bucket of red paint and gone crazy.

The record player clicked and the stylus swung back to the beginning. With a shock, Bonnie recognized the song as it started over.

It was “Goodnight Sweetheart.”

-Dark Reunion [LJ Smith]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES BOOK SERIES :: KATHERINE VON SWARZSCHILD
“I was often ill as a child,” she said softly, her eyes on the play of water in the fountain. “The last time, the surgeon finally said I would die. I remember Papa crying, and I remember lying in my big bed, too weak to move. Even breathing was too much effort. I was so sad to leave the world and so cold, so very cold.” She shivered, and then smiled.

“But what happened?”

“I woke in the middle of the night to see Gudren, my maid, standing over my bed. And then she stepped aside, and I saw the man she had brought. I was frightened. His name was Klaus, and I’d heard the people in the village say he was evil. I cried out to Gudren to save me, but she just stood there, watching. When he put his mouth to my neck, I thought he was going to kill me.”

- The Awakening [LJ Smith]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES BOOK SERIES :: DAMON SALVATORE
Something moved in the shadows.
Her scream froze in her throat. Her muscles were frozen, too, held motionless by her terror—and by some nameless force. Helplessly, she watched as the shape in the darkness moved out of the shadows and toward her. It seemed almost as if the darkness itself had come to life and was coalescing as she watched, taking on form—human form, the form of a young man.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
The voice was pleasant, with a slight accent she couldn’t place. It didn’t sound sorry at all.
Relief was so sudden and complete that it was painful. She slumped and heard her own breath sigh out.
It was only a guy, some former student or an assistant of Mr. Shelby’s. An ordinary guy, who was smiling faintly, as if it had amused him to see her almost pass out.
Well… perhaps not quite ordinary. He was remarkably good-looking. His face was pale in the artificial twilight, but she could see that his features were cleanly defined and nearly perfect under a shock of dark hair. Those cheekbones were a sculptor’s dream. And he’d been almost invisible because he was wearing black: soft black boots, black jeans, black sweater, and leather jacket.

- The Awakening [LJ Smith]