Okay, I started this story before, I've been Searching but it didn't really turn out well so I'm trying this again, I'm just going to change things. I hope you enjoy it!
"Jamison, Alexandra, wake up." I opened my eyes to see my father at our bedroom door.
"What is it, Father?" Jamison asked, yawning.
"Come downstairs immediately." he ordered. "Jamison, bring your shot-gun." he added before disappearing into the dark hallway.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't know." my brother replied, but he grabbed his gun like our father had ordered. He grabbed my hand as we walked down in the darkness. I almost tripped on my light blue nightgown as we went down the stairs. I could see dark figures outside, and I could hear screaming in the distance.
"Hurry up!" Father snapped.
"Father, where are Damon and Stefan? Are they coming too?" I asked as he pushed Jamison and me out the door. He didn't answer my question.
"What about Katarina? Is she still inside?" Jamison added, but Father ignored us.
"Hurry, keep up!" he shouted, leading us into the forest. After we ran a few feet he held out his arm, knocking me over as I ran into him.
"Raise your gun, Jamison." he ordered, nodding to where my brother should aim. He did as he was told and put his finger on the trigger.
"Father, what am I to shoot? All I see is Damon and Stefan." he frowned, lowering his gun.
"Shoot them." he ordered.
"Shoot my brothers?" Jamison asked in confusion.
"Yes, Jamison shoot them now!" he hissed.
"Why Father?" I cried. "Why must he shoot our brothers?"
"Do as I say, Jamison!" Father spat.
"I-I can't." Jamison dropped his gun. I turned to look at him, his eyes were already red and splotchy from crying. I could feel my tears trickling down my face but I just wiped them away with my arm.
"Blasted, I'll do it myself." he hissed, reaching for Jamison's gun.
"No, Father!" I cried, grabbing his arm. "Don't shoot Damon and Stefan!"
"Leave me be, Alexandra!" He growled, throwing me to the ground. I felt Jamison slip his hand into mine like he always did when he was afraid. I turned back to my father, who had picked up Jamison's gun. He raised it and aimed towards my two older brothers. I heard my brothers scream over the sound of the gun shots. Another gun shot, and I still hear the screaming. I watch my two older brothers fall to the ground and yet the screaming continued. I realised that it was me that was screaming.
"Alex, did you hear what I said?" The question snapped me back from my memory.
"I'm sorry, what was the question?" I asked, embarrassed.
"I asked you if you had any older siblings. I know your mother is working, that's why you have to fill out these school application forms yourself. Alex, do you have any older siblings?" the principle asked again.
"No. It's just Jamie and me." I told her.
"Okay, Alex. Now, remind me. What is yours and your brother's last name?" she asked.
"Hunter." I told her without hesitation. Alexandra and Jamison Salvatore are gone. They died when their brothers were shot and killed back in 1863. They have been dead for over a hundred years. We are Alex and Jamie Hunter now.
So what do you think? I'm trying to make it better than the last one! Please review and tell me what you think!