"Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name"

Sympathy for the Devil – Rolling Stones

Elena Gilbert was someone who had learned to be alone in a very young age. Maybe she was innocent when 10, maybe she was a believer at 15, but when her parents died in a car accident, her 18 years old self completely forget how to trust. She became a mother to her brother, a daughter to her aunt and a mystery to all of her classmates. The once it-girl from Mystic Fall became Elena, the girl with a messed up family and a constantly sad look on her face.

Her friends kept around, Bonnie made her stronger everyday, Caroline made her laugh now and then, and when the pain was too much to take, Matt was always the shoulder to cry on, even if they never came back to being the high school sweethearts they once were. For a while she thought she was never going to be able to move on, but time came and took the sadness with it, leaving just an ideal.

Her mother always talked about travelling, always said how she would love to visit the entire world if she could, but in the end, Mystic Falls had taken her soul along with her entire life. So Elena decided she was going to get her mother's dream accomplished, and the first step to do so, was getting out of that city.

Her senior year passed on a blur, between books and sleepless nights, she had managed to leave the city for college and somehow brought along Caroline and Bonnie with her, both had realized that if they wanted to spent some time with their best friend, they were going to have to get into the hole "study madness phase" - as they liked to call - and so they did. Now, with 21 years old, Elena found herself in a new town, sharing a house with both her best friends. The emptiness still untouched in her heart, but on the path she wanted for herself.

It was past midnight and Elena sigh loudly when she realized Caroline probably wasn't sleeping in again. That was the fourth night in a roll that the girl didn't come home. Apparently, her friend had taken upon herself to visit every single bar in town before she was twenty two, and Elena was starting to become worried. When Bonnie was around, she always managed to get Caroline in line, but she had been traveling for about two months now and Elena had lost the will to try and do something about the hole situation a long time ago.

She closed her diary and looked over the window, still hoping to see some movement or sound that indicated her friend was home. She was surprised when she actually saw an old, dark blue car parking on her front yard. Laughers could be heard, and Elena realized her friend was probably drunk and, worse, she seemed to have company. Not really in the mood to play mom, she quickly got into her bedroom and decided she wasn't opening that door for absolutely nothing in the world.

The voices went louder when Caroline and her company got closer to the house, the sound of the door opening coming next.

"You're soooooooooo bad" her friend's drunken voice reached her bedroom and she put a pillow above her head, trying to muffled the sound. It didn't work much.

"What are you doing on the hallway? Are you paralyzed by my amazing moves?" the laughter became even louder as Caroline had fun at her own joke.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" a man's voice reached her room along with the laughter that followed it. "Ouch, I feel hurt." Elena rolled her eyes.

"If that's all it takes, then by all means, come in…"

It all happened very fast, one second she was annoyed by Caroline's drunk laughter, the other, her friend's scream send chills trough her spine. She went to her feet without thinking, opening her door and running to where the sound was coming from.

Elena Gilbert was never that easy to scare. Sure, with the right movie, the right story, she would get a little frightened, but in the end, she was strong girl, and with all that had happen in her short life, she was getting really good in not being surprised

Well, she was surprised.

Her heartbeat went almost completely gone and she felt sweat running trough her spine. Caroline was in the center of the living room, a slightly open mouth and eyes wide. Elena's eyes went to the man in front of her friend; she could only see his back. He was wearing a leather jacket and had dark hair. But what he was doing seemed to be the scarier part; his head was dipped in Caroline's neck, in a way that Elena thought his was kissing it for a moment, but just a moment. There was a trail of blood running from her friend's neck to chest, and Elena breath got caught in her throat when she realized he was biting it.

"Hey!" she screamed without thinking. "Get away from her!"

The guy's head instantly snapped, as he slowly turned to face her, dropping Caroline fully on the floor. When she finally saw his face she instantly gave some steps back. His eyes were bright red, and there was blackness around it that she couldn't place; he had blood all over his mouth. He stared at her for a while, coking his head slightly to the side, covering her body with his eyes from head to toe. A smirk crept over his lips as he took some steps forward.

"Aren't you a silent little thing…?" he said in a sing-song voice. His eyes traveling along her barely covered body. "And a hot one too, I might add…"

She kept stepping back until she reached the wall behind her, her thoughts running fast. She followed his lips as he talked, realizing there was something different about it. "Fangs" she though with a shiver. He stopped, analyzing her moves, like an animal circling his prey.

"So…" He started, and one second he was standing still far from her, the other his was right on her face. A small gasp escaped her lips, making a smirk appear in his lips. "Is my presence disturbing you?"

She didn't answer and his smirk grew wider. He brought a hand to her cheek, getting his face even closer to hers, his touch sending chills trough her spine.

"You know what?" he said with a playful voice, stepping back and giving her some space to breathe. "I like you…" a smile spread along his dark features. "You're not running around like some blond chick from Scream just because of my mere appearance… That's…" he rolled his hands in search for the right word, suddenly coming too close to her again. "…refreshing" he let out on a breath.

"What… what the hell are you?" she managed to get the words out in a raspy voice.

He stared her amused. "Oh…" he started in a cold voice. "I can't even start to explain to you what I am… but you see… The beauty of it is that I don't really have to…" his eyes went directly to hers, piercing trough her soul. "…do I?"

She kept staring at him completely transfixed by said eyes. A smirk spread across his face as he got closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want me…" he said with a smooth voice. "Don't you…?" he leant down in order to kiss her and that's when she snapped.

Her hand almost moved by itself as she slapped him fully in the face. She didn't even had the time to see his surprised eyes, when adrenaline kicked in and she started to run away from him. She didn't go far when she felt a hand coming in contact with her neck, and she was strongly pushed into the wall.

"How did you do that?" he demanded with a raspy voice.

"Let go of me!" she spat, trying to fight him, but her efforts didn't seem to have any effect on him. He kept staring at her eyes, like he was searching for something.

"I asked you a question…" he said coldly. "I would answer it if I were you."

She had no idea what he was talking about, neither did she cared. Her eyes traveled along the room trying to find something to hit him with. She spot a pencil in the table next to her, she tried and reached for it while keeping eye contact with him.

"Answer it!" he demand, a tear escaped her eyes and fell on the hand he had on her neck, he stared at it for a second. That was all it took for Elena to grab the pencil and stick it fully into his stomach.

He let go of her neck and bent down in pain, she took the opportunity to run for the phone they kept in the kitchen. She heard a gasp coming from him and she realized he must have taken the pencil off; she changed her path, reaching for the closest draw, only finding a slightly sharp wood spoon in there. "That will have to do" she though as she prepared to face him again.

She waited for a while in the kitchen trying to hear any sound coming from the living room, but nothing did. Her hard breath was the only sound around, until she finally heard a groan coming from the place she just left.

"Caroline…" she whispered, running to the living room, when suddenly she heard a noise coming from behind her. Almost in a reflex she fully turned, sticking the spoon into whatever was behind her.

It took her a second to realize she had hit the right target, as the guy fell on his knees, an angry look being quickly replaced by a slightly amused one. She didn't even stop to think, running to the leaving room, while trying to put the pieces together.

Permission to come in, blood, neck bites, fangs, weakness to wood…

Her brain was a mess when she finally reached Caroline. She got on her knees in front of her friend not sure what to do, but knowing that she had to do something, and quickly. A noise came from the kitchen and she got desperate.

"Caroline! Caroline! Wake up… come on, wake up… wake up…" she chanted to her friend, tears falling from her eyes.

When Caroline finally started to move Elena let out a breath of relieve. She tried to hear anything that would indicate he was still in the house, but nothing came. It took her a while to find strength to get up, heading for the kitchen in a slow pace.

The place was completely empty. She waited for a while still expecting to find him in any corner, but there was nothing to be found.

Elena Gilbert was not one to scare easy, but when the realization finally sink in and the adrenaline left, she felt her blood slowly drifting from her face, as darkness slowly started to surround her. The last thing coming trough her mind, not only did scared the hell out of her, but also would make her world go upside down.

"Vampire…"

Next is Damon's POV...

Would simply love some reviews *puppy dog eyes*, I mean... since this is my first fanfic I'm taking critics, tips... whatever I can get...