In a normal world, Elena Gilbert was just an ordinary girl. She loved her friends, family and her life. That is before tragedy struck her life and everything changed in a way she would never have expected. Mystic Falls - the place where after darkness fell, no one left the house, movement was limited and being terrified was the constant feeling. Her parents had died only 9 months ago and her brother, Jeremy, had gone missing a few weeks later and she had no family left. She lived alone in the family house, which now belonged to no one, therefore meaning that the protection from supernatural was none existent. Vampires could enter when they wanted, she couldn't stop them. All she could hope was that they would never find out, otherwise she'd be dead instantly and no one would ever realise. The only time Elena ever left the house was to spend time by her parents' grave. She had no family, no friends, so at 18 years old she was alone in the world, living in a death trap, waiting for the day when her pain would end. She never wanted to leave Mystic Falls, her home, where Jeremy would come home, eventually.


He was angry, not just slightly angry, but fuming, causing his staff to scatter quickly to avoid the wrath of one of the most feared vampires in the world. His rage was building into a catastrophic event as he stormed through the mansion. Up, down, up, down, he paced the halls and staircases to kill his mood until it was manageable. Running a hand through his tousled raven locks, his fangs retracted and the veins shrivelled away. The majority of his servants had darted out of the way and tried to be as silent as possible. However, after pacing the hallways for a long while he heard a smashing sound followed by a strong scent travelling up the stairs. Once noticing the smell, his composure was gone and he had darted down to investigate. In one of the downstairs bathrooms sat a young servant girl, about 19 years old, in a pile of shards from a dropped soap dish. Trying to quickly clean away the problem, she had leant too hard on one of the shards, which had neatly sliced into her palm. Gathering a cloth from the sink she tried in vain to mask the sight of any blood and stop in before he smelt it. But it was too late. Seconds later there he was, stood in the doorway, looking at her with blood lustful eyes, fangs preceding his gums. No sooner had she seen him, but he was grabbing her and latching onto her grazed, young skin.


Elena POV

Today was a day like any other. I lay in bed until 6am when I, as usual, could sleep no longer. Stumbling through the bathroom I saw Jeremy's bedroom, sitting there alone and untouched. Across the hall, Mum and Dad's room, or it used to be their room, not anymore I suppose. I had dropped out of school after the accident, I lost all my friends and now I had no one. Never did I ever welcome the thought of death, in fact that was the last thing I wanted. If I died, who would be there for Jeremy when he came back home? No, I couldn't do that, he was all I had left and he would come back… he had to.

Blinking away the threatening tears, I snatched up my clothes and changed quickly so that I could leave the house as fast as was humanly possible. My mind was running at such a speed that I forgot to account for my legs which buckled under me, and I tumbled head first down the stairs into a mangled pile at the bottom. My shoulder felt out of place and my wrists ached from trying to support my own weight. Cracking my shoulder back into its place with a wince I opened the door, streaming in the morning light of dawn.


Damon POV

Nothing could account for what I had done. I looked down at the drained, broken mess of a body in front of me in disgust.

"Bonnie!" I shouted out of the door down the hallway. Soon the young dark haired girl silently sped walked to the door where she stopped stone and stared. Her eyes never met mine as she waited for her instructions.

"Yes, sir?" she question tamely. "Dispose of this - now! It's making a mess of my clean house" I spat as I turned to make my way from the room, leaving the girl to deal with the disaster I made. I need to get out for a bit. Out of the front door I sauntered, slamming the door behind me to indicate that everyone could come out from their hiding places now and warning them not to make the same mistake as the corpse on the bathroom tiles had done.

Gravel under my feet crunched as I made my way to the blue Camaro parked outside. After yanking open the door and jumping in, I sped down the long driveway and punched in the access code into the lock system, waiting for the large iron gates to finally open.