Disclaimer: I do not own any original ideas from the Vampire Diaries series; and my fan fiction only focuses on the televised series, not the books.
Chapter One
The First Encounter
To be honest, I never believed in ghost stories. Even as a child, the boogeyman didn't faze me. I generally don't get easily rattled. Though in fourth grade I did faint once from fear. A boy named Jeremy Lucas kissed me… honestly I thought the world was going to end. Death by cooties, definitely not the way I wanted to go. The only other time I can remember being honest to god scared for my life was when I was fifteen… on the night of my brother's death. It was late, and my parents were having "date night" at the casino in town with a couple of their friends, and my brother was in charge of looking after me. He's in college and he had midterms in a couple of days so he told me to keep it down and stay out of the den. Naturally I listened, not because I was a good little sister who doted on my brother, but because I didn't have much interest in bothering him. He was twenty three studying to become a lawyer… the age difference made it kind of difficult to be close. So up I went to my room to listen to some music and chat on MSN to my friends. I was a pretty popular girl, you know? Volleyball player, had a boyfriend that was in a higher grade then me, the whole works. It helps to gain popularity when you're confident… and when you're not scared of anything, it makes you pretty confident. As I sat in my room, not really paying much attention, I heard the patio door close- Dylan, my brother- must have gone out for a smoke. Only moments later the doorbell rang. I waited for a moment, listening. Dylan wasn't going to come back in to open the door. I walked downstairs to the front door and looked out the side window. A police officer? In a hurry I unlocked the door and flung it open.
"Hello Missy, is your mother or father home?" The Officer asked kindly, I shook my head. "Is there anyone else here?" My eyes flickered to his badge. Well… He was a cop so I might as well help him out, I remember thinking.
"Uh… Yeah, my brother, I'll go get him, why don't you come in and wait?" I offered. The most disgustingly happy grin crawled over the man's face as he stuck his polished boot over the threshold.
"Why thank you, my love; aren't you just a sweet girl!" The cop sneered. What the hell was going on? I was really starting to get uncomfortable.
"You know… on second thought, why don't you just wait outside?" I decided, blocking his path from entering any further. His jaw opened for a moment, then closed, a malicious grin once more dancing across his lips,
"Mmm, no take backs. You, little missy, already invited me in!" He chuckled. Suddenly the smile dropped as he stared at me with a look of both rage, and lust. Dark veins appeared under his eyes, as the white spots in his eyes turned scarlet. I stumbled backward and tripped on the floor mat, dragging myself away from him with my hands. "You'll be delicious!" He chirped as he inched forward, his lips parting to show fangs that looked sharp enough to puncture metal. Suddenly he lunged, I screamed, there was pain, blinding white hot pain.
When I came too I heard screaming, shouting, and crying. I lay on the floor of the kitchen, in a pool of my own blood. My brother was lying on his back across the kitchen table, blood dripping off the sides. Hot hands grasped my wrists flipping me over. People where here? Who? I finally recognized the tear streaked face of my mother as she screamed in terror. My father was on the phone with the emergency first responders, the phone lodged between his chin and his shoulder as his hands pressed hard on my neck. My brother, who I could now see more clearly… was missing his head.
It took me months to fully understand what happened, months of hard research. I stopped going to school right before my senior year, which of course made my parents angry, and sad… I just couldn't do this anymore. I needed to know the whole and complete truth about what happened that night. During my long, gruelling months of recuperation and research, I found the name of a town that seemed to have a large amount of animal attacks, and mysterious events. Finally at the age of eighteen I told my parents that I had enough. I was leaving this pathetic town. I took my life savings and my run down Honda Civic and drove until I got there. Finally, I saw the sign… Welcome to Mystic Falls.