Prologue

I laid there in my creamy, silk night gown like a fragile porcelain doll that could easily be broken with one touch and harmed with another. I was vulnerable like a little lost child. I hated feeling vulnerable. They gave you a sensation of feeling weak like a useless princess sitting in her tower praying for Mr. Greasy to come. Weak was not my thing. I hated to be soft but that moment, I felt soft. I felt my body lying on a carpet of clouds and surrounded by nothing but fairy dusk. There was a scent. A fragrant, like wolf perfume.

I could feel my smooth, silky blond hair caress my shoulders and the soft snow dust kiss me. I was in heaven. Right at that moment, I knew there was no better place in the universe to be at but that place. My heart quivered when I felt the smoothness of his lips brush my milky-white skin. The touch of his bloody hands on my stomach awoke the goose bumps. His touch protected me like my personal knight and shining armour. He nibbled at my neck like humble puppy that eventually grew hungry and began devouring me with his kisses.

He kissed me like a breathless man and I was his oxygen. His hands travelled up my back and I found myself completely lost in his spell. The temptation was too hard to resist and I found myself turning over to kiss him simultaneously gripping his hair as though for support. It wasn't as though he could feel pain. Pain, was not a word to him.

But it definitely did mean something to me.

All of a sudden, I felt the sharpness of a razor cut through my spinal cord. Adrenaline gushed through my veins and I winced. No matter how piercing the pain was, I didn't let go off him. It was like the more painful it got, the more I gripped, scratched and bit him, in a way, transferring the pain to him.

I moaned when another sensation of aguish snapped inside of me. My nails dug into his back and I pressed my body closer. This time however, he fought to pull away.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched as he rolled over to sit up. His muscles hypnotized me and I watched as he slowly scratched the back of his head.

"What's wrong?" I murmured, still dazed.

"Elena, you're bleeding."He turned to face me and I saw his eyes darken like a ghost's. The veins beneath them erupted to form broken cement-like surfaces. They intimidated me for a while as I watched his eyes linger towards my neck. After a while, he forced his head away and stood up.

It wasn't until a second later when the pain inside me snapped, this time, putting my body in agony.

I let out a blood curdling yell and out of the blue, heard cries.

They weren't ordinary cries. They were the cries of a baby.

My chest heaved, I was breathing heavily. The pain was endless and the cries got louder and louder. I searched the room for him but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see a single soul. That was when I realized this wasn't heaven anymore. I didn't know that perfect stranger and there was a baby coming out from me. Whose baby was it? It wasn't mine. Help. Help. It was futile.

The cries got louder and louder. Tears poured out of my eyes when the clouds beneath me grew red. Blood red. Fresh, blood red. I could smell it. I was starving. The baby. The baby looked so appetizing.

I felt my fangs burry themselves into my tongue. I needed blood. I….

Then I saw him. I saw the man.

The pain ceased almost immediately like he was my remedy. Tears of joy poured down my cheeks and I held the baby in my arm. It was our baby wasn't it? He and I. It was our baby. Fleetingly, I made my way towards him like the happiest woman on the planet. He stood idle with his back my way.

"Look."I was breathless and slowly tapped his shoulder but before I could he disappeared.

The surroundings grew darker and from heaven, I was surrounded by a jungle of dying trees and fog.

The stench was unbearable and the baby began crying in my arms again. I was scared. Alone. Petrified.

The sound of evil laughter crazed my ears and I felt frightened. The baby didn't stop crying and I was more than horrified. Where was I? Whose child was this? How….

Then, that same deep, menacing voice hissed in my ears.

"Sweet Dreams Elena…."

Then I was left all alone…with that child, in what felt more than just a dream.

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Tralala……okay so I decided to start my fan fiction after like…ages of contemplating(:

Hope you like it. I won't tell you who 'he' is just yet. And, you're just going to have to see if I'm a Stefan or Damon fan [: Although truthfully, it does get pretty obvious. R&R much appreciated :D