- Hey, everybody, I'm Ian Somerhalder,
the star of the new Netflix show, "V Wars."
I've been lucky enough to appear in shows
that fans were really passionate about.
And you know what that means?
Fan fiction.
This is an excerpt from "One Night for Eternity,"
by twerry02.
Here we go: (sensual jazz music)
Squeezing my eyes shut,
I forced them back and whispered, "Make me forget."
Desperation filled my voice,
but I didn't care how pathetic I sounded.
Damon looked at me, wide-eyed,
as I fought back the tears and climbed on top of him,
kissing his unresponsive lips.
"Just make me forget," I begged.
"I want you."
The three words were rough as they escaped my throat.
But I was stunned by how much I actually meant it.
Suddenly, Damon's eyes darkened,
and the veins under his eyes became prominent
as they bulged from his skin,
making me gasp as I choked on my own scream
before my frozen thoughts screamed at me to run.
But all I could do was frantically sit up,
pushing him in the process as I scrambled backward.
"Get away from me!" I managed to stammer out,
as I attempted to get away
from the predatory and murderous glare.
Why do I get myself into this shit?
He only smirked at me as if I was some naive child,
which angered me more,
but before I could make some smartass comment,
he parted his lips, only to bare his fangs. (hisses)
"Oh, my god!" I gasped, feeling the tremors shake me.
A vampire?
But, he...
A vampire?
I don't know where that one's going, but it's got legs.
That was intense.
Twerry02, I hope I did that justice.
Now let's find a good one here. (hums)
Ah, okay, here we go.
Our last reading from today
is from "It's About Damn Time," by Penman's Paradise.
Let's get into this: Getting impatient, you sat up
and crawled to the edge of the bed,
where Damon was standing.
Your hands grazed the hemline as you lightly tugged
at his gray V-neck.
"I think it's your turn to strip.
"Or I can take matters into my own hands," you said lowly,
as you looked up at him through hooded eyes.
Damon gave you a mischievous grin.
(laughs) "You take control, baby girl."
You bit your lip as you quickly pulled off
the shirt over his head.
Wanting to make him squirm a little bit,
you began peppering light little kisses down Damon's torso
until you were right over his belt buckle.
You started sucking on the soft skin
just above the hip bone, as your hands worked
to undo his belt and his pants.
Damon let out a low groan when you pulled back
to see the mark you had left him.
As you unzipped his pants, you smirked.
"Don't worry, love, I have to make sure
"the other hip doesn't feel left out."
So you kissed over his other hip, and slowly began
sucking as you slid his
pants down to his ankles (coughs).
Your hands gripped each side of his boxers,
and when you pulled away to see the other bruise shining
bright on his hip, you quickly pulled them off of him.
Your eyes widened, and the heat pooled
where you most wanted Damon, at the sight
of, guys, I, come on, I can't read this!
I have a daughter.
I'm flattered, I really am.
Whoo!
Anyway, you can catch me
and the rest of this very impressive cast
in Netflix's new show, "V Wars,"
and maybe it will inspire you to write some weird,
graphic fan fiction of your own.
So be sure to stream "V Wars" on Netflix, and comment below
if you have any of your own "V Wars" fanfic.
Binge the show.
Guys, I'm done, no one told me about all that.
Anyway, yeah, can anybody maybe get me a copy
of that last one?