AN: Hey, well, this is my first fic. I really hope everyone likes it. Please R&R. I really want to hear what people think about this story, and what I should change, or if I made a mistake.

New AN 2012: I have decided after a long hiatus from writing to return to my very first story, and restart it from the beginning. So I'll be editing each chapter from start to finish. With luck, this will cure my writers block so I can post the next chapter. There are a few things I changed.

Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries nor will I ever.

Marco was driving his Lamborghini at an illegal speed, pushing 90 on a 65 mile per hour highway. He was rushing towards the nearest town, Fell's Church, in order for him to hunt and rest. The immortal sixteen year old planned to only be in the town for a few short hours. After that he would hit the road again. His goal was to arrive in San Diego by the end of the week, and immerse himself in the city. Small towns such as the woodsy Fell's church were mere pit stops on his long journey.

Within a couple of minutes, he was cruising down the small town's streets, passing a surplus of Victorian. He slowed down his speed tremendously, knowing that he was more likely to be caught by the police speeding here than the highway. Marco drove towards the edge of town, where the forest began. There, he parked his precious car by the curb, hoping that no one would find it conspicuous. He sprinted off into the woods, in search of animals to quench his thirst.

Not too long later he was perched high up on a sturdy branch in an Oak, licking the blood of a deer off his lips. Marco finished hunting early than anticipated, so he sat there, his hazel eyes staring off into the woods. He didn't have to go back to his car and return to the road yet. Leaning back against the tree's trunk, he shut his eyes and let his mind drift off, until he fell into a gentle sleep.

Crunch!

The sound startled him out of his sleep. Any human would have missed the noise, but his heightened sense caught on immediately. It sounded like a snapping of a twig. It was loud, as if something heavier than broke it. Sitting up straight, Marco peered out into the darkness. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. A human camping the woods? Marco seemed like the most logical explanation, so he brushed it off.

But then Marco sensed powerful auras, both charging towards his direction. Two vampires, he assumed

Who's there? He asked via telepathy using his power. He leapt off the true as he waited for a reply. Marco wasn't too shocked when he never received an answer.

Marco focused on the two approaching figures. One was powerful. It was a type power he hadn't seen in nearly four hundred years. The other was considerably weaker, but still posed a threat. Marco hoped that the two were passing through, just like him. He feared that the two would attack and hoped they would pass him and go on their merry way. Still, he was on guard.

He could now see them from where he stood, though they only came off as mere silhouettes. But with each passing second, the figures became less blurry. When Marco could finally see their faces, his eyes grew wide from disbelief and shock. No. . . Not them! He thought fearfully to himself as he recognized the vampires. He hadn't seem them since their "deaths" five hundred years ago, and didn't intend to have a family reunion now.

On instinct, he bolted. He used all of his energy into outrunning then two. He knew that if he could just make it out of the forest and into the safety of his Lamborghini that he would be fine. But, the more powerful of the two lunged at Marco, tackling him down the leafy forest floor. Marco squirmed, trying to break free from the iron grip that had him pinned to the ground, but his efforts proved useless. He was a prisoner to this dominant, herculean vampire. Marco put two and two together, realizing that his captor was Damon.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The other vampire, who Marco assumed was Stefan asked. Marco turned his head from Stefan and Damon, so none of the two could recognize him.

"None of your business!" Marco snapped, his voice laced with annoyance. Damon grabbed a handful of Marco's dark hair, and plunged his face into the dirt. After a few moments he peeled his head back roughly, giving Marco the chance to spit dirt out of his mouth. He grimaced at the foul taste that was left lingering in his mouth.

"You see, we really do need to know who you are," Damon hissed in his ear, tightening his grip on Marco's hair. It was beginning to give Marco a headache "So how about you do us all a favor and talk."

"My name is Samuel," Marco told him. The name was a safe cover. Thousands of vampires bore that name, since it was popular up until the mid twentieth century.

"Now answer the second question," Damon demanded viciously.

"Calm down," Marco advised. "I was driving through, and decided to stop for the night. I needed to hunt. I planned on being here no later than dawn," Marco said. "Now, how about you get off me so I can be on my way? He asked Damon, his aggravation clear in his voice.

Stefan nodded. "Damon, let him go."

The elder vampire did not budge, causing Marco to groan inwardly. The longer he was here, the chances of one of his brother's recognizing him grew, at an increasingly high rate.

"Damon!" Stefan yelled.

"Stefan, how many honest vampires have you met?" Damon retorted, wary of "Samuel's" story.

"If he intended on attacking us, he would have done so immediately. And if he intended on causing trouble for the town, he would have been more sly about it," Stefan pointed out. "Now let him go."

Sighing, Damon stood up, pulling Marco with him. "If you're wrong Stefan, then its all on you. I won't take the blame nor will I feel the guilt if this guys brings havoc and mayhem to this town." Damon pushed Marco away roughly, snapping, "Go."

Marco didn't utter a word. He kept his head down low, and darted off into the woods, towards his car, and away from his brothers. It was time to get out of Fell's Church.

Unfortunately for him, Stefan managed to catch a glimpse of Marco's face. For a moment, Stefan thought he was hallucinating. When Damon had first tackled the vampire, all Stefan had been able to see was straight, messy black hair. The vampire's head been craned in the opposite direction, seemingly avoiding Stefan and Damon. It was when he stood up that he realized why the vampire didn't want his face to be revealed. It was younger hadn't thought about him in centuries. Marco had been a thing of the past, basically forgotten when Stefan became a vampire and abandoned his human life. Stefan assumed that Marco lived out his life as a human, and died at a ripe old age, just like his father and every other human he left. But upon seeing that fair-skinned face and hazel eyes he recognized them immediately. It was Marco.

Stefan chased him.

"What, did you change your mind and deem him a threat?" Damon called after him mockingly, as he began to follow.

It's Marco. I saw his face. Stefan answered as Damon caught up with him. He began to pick up his speed to catch up on the lead that Marco had.

The animal blood is getting to your head! Marco was never turned! was Damon's dry reply.

He was never turned the last time we saw him. Last time we saw him, we were still human! It's quite possible that he was turned after us! Just trust me on this! Stefan reasoned. He and Damon were beginning to close in on Marco.

Damon didn't answer. For one of two reasons. One: he thought Stefan was downright insane. Or two: He was actually trusting Stefan for once in their eternal life.

Marc had heard them running after him. Much to his dismay, one of his brother's figured him out. He pushed himself to run faster. He didn't want to see them again. He didn't want to face the family that had left him behind long ago. Marco could sense that his bothers were gaining on him. In a matter of seconds both of the brothers lunged at Marco, dragging him to the ground.

He groaned out of frustration and managed to toss Stefan from him. Damon attempted to pin Marco's arms behind his back, but this time, Marco was ready. As Damon grasped his arms, Marco rolled over, forcing Damon onto his back and giving himself the advantage. He slammed his fist on Damon's nose, hearing it snap . Growling, Damon grabbed Marco by the wrists as he was preparing to toss another punch. With a flick of his hand he quickly snapped one of his wrists, causing Marco to let out a pained grunt.

How are we going to get him back to the boarding house? Stefan asked Damon as he prepared lunged at Marco once more.

I have an idea. Damon thought back to him, and smirked. He stood up, dragging Marco up by his good wrist. As Marco prepared to pry himself from Damon's grip, Damon hurled Marco at a nearby tree, putting in all of his strength and Power into it. Marco's head collided with the tree trunk, and he slid the group. Groaning, he attempted to use his good wrist to lift himself up into a sitting position. But when he tried that his vision grew blurry, and began to fade in and out. He let himself drop to the ground, casting an angered glare at his brothers. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Damon's coy smirk.