The Vampire Diaries Contest Winner: The Sacrifice Begins...

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How will season two of The Vampire Diaries come to an end? You tell us, we asked readers in our first-ever fan fiction contest.

Below, TV Fanatic Dayna Barter depicts the concluding scene of the finale, taking her best guess as to how it will all go down...

Damon vs. Katherine

Klaus stands a few feet away, waiting for his circle of hooded witches to complete their last-minute preparations. When one of those cloaked figures approaches the altar, Elena renews her struggle against the bonds. The warlock smears a pungent oil over her forehead, the base of her throat, across her left wrist. Then, leaning over her body, he reaches for her right wrist.

Instead of warm oil, though, Elena feels the quick chill of metal, and the rope that has held her slackens. She glances up wildly, but a hand on her chest holds her still. Keeping his body between her and Klaus, the figure tilts his head slightly so Elena can see...

... Elijah!

He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, and, again, her fingers touch metal. Elijah presses the handle of the dagger into her palm and, wrapping her fingers around it, tucks the blade against her body, out of sight. Stepping away with a flourish, he turns, bowing low and deep to Klaus. The preliminaries thus completed, Elijah rejoins the circle as Klaus steps up to the altar and assumes center stage. He bellows:

"The sacrifice begins!"

What do you think of this scenario, fans? Can you do better? Write in to while the show is on hiatus and we may publish your entry next!


Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.


Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.