Prologue: The Nightmare Begins

Arabella Gilbert stared at the phone in her lap as she tried to get a message towards Damon Salvatore, but her battery was almost out. She could feel her fingers trembling as her fingers went through the blank screen of the phone.

She could feel her entire body shaking even though her best friend since birth and former boyfriend Matt Donovan had placed a blanket across her back. She couldn't believe everything that had happened in the past few days.

Alaric Saltzman her beloved mentor, guardian, and vampire hunter had turned evil because of the use of the Gilbert ring and had become a pawn for Klaus' mother Esther Mikaelson. Arabella could hardly believe that her eyes pooled with tears every time she thought of him.

Klaus Mikaelson. To everyone else he was the evil hybrid that had hunted down and killed the family of Katherine and Sofia Pierce, killed her beloved Aunt Jenna, and hunted her down like a dog in order to sacrifice her for his stupid hybrid ritual. But a part of her the stupid part of her knew a different kind of Klaus. A Klaus that had the opportunity to be kind, a Klaus that was a broken, a Klaus that had ended up with the disappointment of not knowing who his birth parents were like her, a Klaus who was a wolf like her.

Klaus is dead, Arabella she scolded herself. She didn't know why she was thinking of him. Klaus is dead and he's not coming back. She had received the call from her older sister, Elena herself who told her that he had been killed by Evil Alaric and that since all of them were connected by a bloodline, it was their turn to die next.

Arabella let out a choked sound as she thought about all the people that were going to die since Klaus was dead. Abby Bennett. Stefan Salvatore. Caroline Forbes. And Damon Salvatore. Arabella gripped her phone. It wasn't fair. None of them deserve to die. That's where Matt was heading down now, towards the storage house where Damon was.

Arabella needed to say goodbye, she needed to say she loved him one final time. Arabella gripped her phone and said not too nicely. "Matt," she hissed. "Can't you drive any faster?

Matt nodded as he pushed on the brakes of the truck. Arabella was just dialing her sister again when she looked up. They were on Wicker Bridge. Where her parents had died and she and Elena had almost gone down as well.

The bridge was usually empty, but today Arabella saw someone on it. The person was tall, blond with a leather jacket and unsmiling. Rebekah Mikaelson. The perfect blond had hated Arabella's guts ever since she had meet her and things hadn't improved even since Klaus had developed a weird crush on her.

"Matt, look out!" she called out, but it was too late. Matt tried to turn, but the bridge was too narrow. She found herself falling down the bridge and being plummeted into the icy cold water.

She felt ice in her veins as she felt the truck sink further and farther down. Arabella tried to move her seatbelt, but she found out that it was impossible. Matt, she turned around and saw that Matt was not responsive. No, he needed to live. She tried to bang on her door, but she couldn't.

Thanks to Rebekah, she was going to die out here. Her green eyes opened and she saw someone Stefan. Stefan reached towards her, but Arabella pulled him towards Matt. Save him, she instructed.

Stefan hesitated, but did as he was ordered. Arabella saw as she saw him leave and suddenly she felt tired. Tired of fighting. She just wanted the pain to stop. She didn't want to deal with vampires anymore or crazy witch mothers. She just wanted to be at peace.

She closed her eyes and took one final breath. I'm sorry Elena, Jeremy. I love you, Damon. Goodbye.

"Where is she?" Damon demanded sounding nearly hysterical as he entered through the double doors of the hospital. His blue eyes scanned nervously the hallways. Arabella, where was Arabella?

"Damon," Dr. Meredith Fell ran towards him. "No, Damon wait."

"Where is she?" Damon roared.

Meredith tried to calm him down as she told him about the events that had happened earlier. "You need to know that when Elena and Jeremy brought Arabella earlier today her injuries were far worst that I led on. Even her wolf healing abilities weren't helping."

Damon looked at her confused. "Huh?"

"She needed my help, so I did. I helped her."

Damon looked back startled. "You what?"

A few doors down in the morgue, Arabella's nearly frozen body stood neatly in place. She suddenly let out a cough as she sat up. She took a huge breath. Arabella was alive.

-End of Prologue-

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