A/N: Hey, guys! So here's my other new story! You can bet that I have big plans for this story, so stay tuned. Hope you guys like it! ;)

The brunette ran as fast as her legs could carry her, flinching every single time the lightning struck during the storm, feeling the weight of her heart pounding rapidly against her chest. She could feel the burden of having to lug around her black stiletto high heels in her hands, which drastically slowed her down, and the skin-tight skirt she had on didn't help her case either.

The teenaged girl abruptly halted her furiously brisk pace when her nose was about an inch away from hitting the brick wall that seemed to pop out of nowhere- this "shortcut" was a dead end. Her cheeks began to flood with even more tears and her eyeliner and mascara streamed down her cheekbones, making her look very unappealing. She violently ran her fingers through her hair, gasping and fiercely snapping her head in each direction, desperately looking for an escape route.

She quickly looked down at her purse, pouring the entire contents onto the slick wet road. She fell to her knees, crying hysterically when she finally gripped her phone in both her hands. The girl fumbled with her phone, her fingers trembling, causing her to continuously press the wrong buttons. She hesitated for a moment, looking at her screen- 911. She looked back up to see nothing but pouring rain and an empty street in front of her. The brunette released a sigh of relief before looking back down at her phone and pressing the call button. She pressed the phone to her ear, feeling her heart beat so fast she wouldn't be surprised if it burst open right here. The phone rang for a few minutes before someone answered.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Help! Please!" the girl whispered. "You have to help me!"

"I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, Miss. Tell me what happened. What's your location?"

"This guy from my school… he's a monster! I'm at 666 Queen Victoria Street, London-" the girl involuntarily let the phone slip through her fingers, hearing it crash to the ground, causing the screen to crack. She felt a strong, harsh hand coil around her throat, making her face turn red from the lack of oxygen. She stared into the handsomely devilish face that had made her run in the first place.

"Well, look what we have here, Nik," the teenaged boy with brown hair turned to the smirking blonde standing next to him. "She's stupid enough to make a run for it and call the police on us."

Klaus placed his hand on the girl's head, gently stroking her soft brown locks. "Shhh." He shushed her, which seemed unusually calming to her. "There's nothing to fear, sweetheart. We're just going to kill you. And it's only going to hurt a lot." His face instantly turned from friendly to malignant, causing the girl to sob even harder. Kol released his grip around the girl's windpipe, causing her to gasp for breath, but she didn't scream. "Now there's a good girl. No screaming. Well, not until we begin, at least." The two male figures eagerly glanced at each other before showing the human girl their demonic faces, throwing their heads back before sinking their fangs into either side of her neck. She shut her eyes tightly as she released a sickening, ear-shattering scream.

The two males moaned, relishing in the delectable taste of her blood. The louder she screamed, the harder they bit into her, enjoying her pain and fear. Before long, she went limp and her completely drained body fell to the ground, landing with a loud thud and laying still, positioned at an awkward, unnatural angle.

"Well, that was a fun game of cat and mouse," the one with brown hair happily licked the excess blood from his lips.

"They always taste better when they make you work for it." Klaus playfully nudged the dead girl with the tip of his shoe. The pair turned their heads sharply when they heard footsteps from around the corner.

The tall blonde girl slammed the taxi door shut, turning on her heels as she dragged the massive designer suitcase behind her. She heard the sounds of her heels clicking against the pavement as the wheels of her luggage rolled and thumped steadily. The pouring rain was giving her an eerie feeling. Things felt a little too silent. It was almost midnight, so it would make sense that everyone would be asleep by now, especially because tomorrow was the first day of school, but it was also her first day at Castlewall Academy.

She looked up in time to see the flash of lightning appear behind the colossal building, followed by the loud ripple of thunder. She flinched. The light had cast a blaring illumination against the building, allowing her to notice the slightest details as she walked up the steps. The smooth bricks had a nice beige color and there were probably more windows in the building than there were people in her old town. The teal cone-shaped tips on the roof caught her eye, resembling a castle she'd seen in one of her textbooks.

The girl decided to pick up her pace because she was getting drenched by the storm. The last thing she needed was to get sick and miss her first day of stopped in her tracks when she heard a pain-filled, high-pitched screech. She whipped her head around, noticing that the taxi had already left and that there were no cars in the parking lot. Her eyes scanned the darkness, her heartbeat gradually increasing. Suddenly, she was not feeling as safe as she had thought. She slowly took a few steps back, one at a time, keeping her eyes alert at all times, ready to deflect whatever attack a predator could throw at her.

She screamed when she felt a hand grip her shoulder, spinning around to face a pretty brunette with stick straight hair, holding an umbrella. The blonde released a sigh of relief, placing a hand over her heart.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." The other girl gently placed her hands on the blonde's shoulders.

"No! Don't apologize! It's my fault; I'm crazy and paranoid."

"What are you doing out in the rain? It's freezing out here! And you're soaked!" The brunette pulled the other girl underneath her umbrella, raising a hand to feel how wet her clothes were.

"I know. Thank you for this. I was really hoping that I would get here before the storm hit, but things didn't really work out for me."

"Here, let's get you inside." The girl with the umbrella opened the door for her, leading her down the hall to the dorms.

"Thank you so much."

"You must be new here."

"I am. How'd you know?"

"Well, for one: you're actually nice to me."

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind. Let's just get you to your dorm. What's your room number?"

"23."

"Really?" the girl with straight hair stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah," the blonde smiled. "Why?"

"You're my new roommate. I'm Elena Gilbert, by the way." She held her hand out cordially.

"Caroline Forbes." She accepted her hand. She watched Elena insert her key into the door and followed her inside. Caroline frowned when she saw the bland room. The white walls were completely bare, the two beds were completely identical- down to the basic white and grey sheets- and the desk was filled with colorless pencils and sheets of paper. Elena's forehead wrinkled when she saw the disappointed look in her roommate's eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"It's the room, isn't it? You hate it."

"No." Elena narrowed her eyes at her suspiciously. "No, this is good. This is a good thing. I'm glad that you haven't already done anything to the room. It gives me the freedom to decorate it myself. I love being creative and organizing. This is the perfect project to distract me from the fact that my mother shipped me off to some boarding school where I literally know no one, separating me from all of from friends… and now I have to change because I'm dripping all over the carpet." Caroline looked down at where she was standing, her eyes fixed on the darkening stain she was creating. She kicked off her heels and began stripping her blouse and jeans off, leaving her in just her matching black bra and panties before heading straight for the shower.

Caroline closed the bathroom door behind her and turned on the shower. She turned around when she heard a knock at the door, opening it a little to see Elena. "Caroline, hey." Elena waved. "I don't know if your mom told you this before sending you here-"

"My mom didn't tell me shit. I barely had time to get a word out before she put me on a plane to London. She just couldn't wait to get rid of me."

"That sucks."

"Tell me about it."

"But I think you should know what you're in for."

"What are you talking about?"

"Caroline, Castlewall Academy isn't just any old boarding school. The kids that go here… there's no coincidence that they're here. There's something that they all have in common- they're dangerous."

"What?"

"This is a school for the worst kids in the country. Most of them either belong in a psychiatric ward or juvenile hall, but their parents were wealthy enough to protect them from all of that, so they wind up here."

Caroline's mouth hung open as the information crashed into her. "So you're telling me that I might as well start deciding whether a straitjacket or an orange jumpsuit looks better on me?!"

"I'm sorry, Caroline. I didn't want to be the one to have to tell you."

Caroline sat down on the shower floor, hugging her knees to her chest, feeling the cool water wash over her. She'd taken some time to process the information that Elena had revealed. She didn't want to believe it, but in the back of her mind she knew it was true. Of course her mother would do this to her. This is how her mother had viewed her entire life. She thought she was nothing but a spoiled little brat who was just a constant screw-up. Maybe this is where she belonged- with people who are just as screwed up as her- or even more so…

Caroline brought one hand up to the shower door, bringing herself up to her feet and straightened her posture. She decided that she was going to give this a shot- because what choice did she have? It's not like her mother would take her back- not that she wanted to go back anyway. She turned off the water and slid the shower door open, slipping a soft towel around her body. She stepped out of the shower, drying herself off before sliding on a fresh pair of bra and panties. Caroline looked herself in the mirror as she pulled a comfortable tank top over her head and put on a pair of soft pajama shorts. She quickly ran a comb through her hair, exhaling as she tried not to dwell on the worst case scenario of going to this school. Elena had probably been going to the school for about a year and she's still alive and well physically…

Caroline shook the thoughts out of her head and swung the door open to see that Elena had already drifted off to sleep. She slipped into her own bed and closed her eyes, feeling so exhausted that she fell asleep instantly.

The two boys watched an expensive looking gold pump round the corner before an irritated blonde locked eyes with them. "What the bloody hell do you two think you're doing?" The girl crossed her arms.

"Rebekah," Klaus rolled his eyes. "How nice of you to join us. I'm almost disappointed you didn't come over sooner."

Rebekah appeared right in front of Klaus, staring him down with suspicion. "Don't you dare pretend to be innocent." Her head shifted back and forth between the two boys. "I know the two of you snuck off to go hunting without me. You think you can get away with that?" The two males rolled their eyes.

"We would have invited you, Rebekah. Honest," the boy with brown hair promised. "But we thought you would have a hard time walking… you know, with Stefan's manhood between your legs." The two males burst into laughter so hard that they had to place their hands on their knees to stop themselves from rolling on the floor.

Rebekah clenched her fists, her face turning red from anger. She used her supernatural speed to grab one of them by his brown hair and yanked him back, slamming his head into the brick wall behind him so hard that it left a dent in the bricks. "I will kill you, Kol!" Rebekah drove her knee into his gut, causing him to double over.

Klaus pinned the blonde to the opposite wall, weighing down her shoulders. "Easy, Rebekah! Kol didn't mean what he said. It was a joke, right, Kol?"

Kol flashed Rebekah a tight-lipped smile as he straightened himself. "You know I never mean the things I say, dear sister."

Rebekah rolled her eyes and pushed Klaus away from her. "Get off of me, Nik."

"Let's just get back to the school before you spill more of Kol's blood at the scene of the crime." Klaus gestured to the dead girl on the ground.

Rebekah's eyes drifted down to the dead body, nodding approvingly. "Oh, good choice. She was really starting to get on my nerves. She was a dreadful flyer anyway. At least now I won't have to listen to her cry when she finds out she won't be a cheerleader this year."

"Alright, Rebekah." Klaus placed his hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward. "Tomorrow's a big day. You want to save up your energy so you can help us torment the freshmen."

Kol came up to walk beside them. "You know what that means, Nik. Several dimwitted, lovely ladies will have the privilege of being ravished… and killed by the famous and handsome Kol Mikaelson."

Rebekah playfully shoved Kol in the shoulder, scoffing. "Don't you mean infamous and repulsive?" Klaus snickered at Rebekah's words.

Kol smirked. "If I'm so repulsive, why is it that all of your 'friends,' are so desperate to fall into my bed? Even after I say no."

"I have no idea what you do in your spare time, Kol. Perhaps you compel them."

"Now, Rebekah. You know that I'm too much of a gentleman to ever compel a woman into my bed."

"Oh, really? You won't compel sex out of a woman, but you have no qualms about hitting one? Why is that- is it because of your ego?"

"Well, at least I don't use my strength- and my lady parts- to manipulate Stefan into doing things for me." Before Kol knew what was happening, Rebekah had punched him square in the jaw, causing him to stagger.

Klaus grabbed Rebekah by the waist before she could pounce on her other brother. "Alright, that's enough. On a different occasion, I would have dragged Elijah, Stefan, and Katerina down here to watch the fight so I could extract money out of them on a high-stakes wager, but I'd like to get some rest so that I can properly strike fear into the new students tomorrow. Can we all agree on that?" Kol and Rebekah reluctantly nodded. "Splendid. Now get back to your rooms without another word before I beat the two of you senseless." The three figures disappeared from view, leaving a gust of wind and a dead body behind them.

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