Two teenage boys walked home on a chilly November night in the Windy City. They were cutting through the run down part of the city that was a quick shortcut to their apartment complex. "That party was a complete waste of time dude. I can't believe that I let you convince me into going." The blonde, slightly taller boy said to his friend as they crossed the street.
"It wasn't that bad Tyler." His brown haired friend retorted.
"There were absolutely no hot chicks there. You promised there would be hot chicks." Tyler complained.
"Oh shut up. What would you have done if you stayed home, played minecraft all night like a loser?" His companion, Dylan, said with a smirk. Tyler punched Dylan's arm, knowing that it was probably true. Dylan was about to punch back when a voice interrupted them.
"Hello boys." The boys glanced at each other quickly with wide eyes as they took in the woman before them. She was beautiful; curly blonde hair, blue eyes. Her clothing was slightly out of place; she wore a long white dress, slightly less formal than a wedding gown.
"That was some party, huh?" She asked with a smile.
The two boys exchanged bewildered glances again. "I thought you said there were no hot chicks at the party?" Dylan muttered. The woman smirked, almost as if she had heard him even though he had mumbled it under his breath.
"So are you guys going to some sort of after party?" She asked as they continued to stare at her with mouths open.
"No." Tyler finally managed to say, his courage slowly building. "But you can come back to our apartment with us. We could show you a good time." He said with a smirk. Beside him, Dylan rolled his eyes, almost positive that Tyler had just scared her away.
"I'm sure you could," she purred, moving closer and gripping Tyler's chin in her hand. "I like your attitude; I think I'll save you for last." Tyler frowned, his eyes clouding in confusion. "Now don't move or scream." The woman deadpanned, staring straight into Tyler's eyes.
She turned around and set her sight on Dylan, who was starting to back away, sensing something wasn't quite right. "Tyler lets go." He said shakily.
The woman chuckled. "Tyler won't be moving anytime soon. But please, by all means, run away in fear. That just makes it all the more enjoyable." Dylan paused for a moment, not wanting to leave his friend behind.
But the woman's face began to transform, her eyes blackening and black veins forming around them. When she opened her mouth and exposed a set of sharp, pointy fangs, Dylan ran. He heard a cackle behind him. He lasted for only a second before he was pinned against the nearest wall. "Who are you?" Dylan asked, his voice saturated with fear.
The woman grinned. "My name is Caroline. And I am your worst nightmare." These were the last words young Dylan heard before she descended upon him and tore his throat out.
"This better be good Elijah!" Klaus called out as he walked into his brother's apartment and slammed the door behind him. He had literally just stepped foot on a plane to Venice when his brother had called him, asking him to stop by his flat in the Windy City for something important.
Elijah walked into the room, straightening his tie, obviously on his way to work. "Hello Niklaus." Elijah said calmly.
"What do you want brother? Venice awaits me." Klaus said impatiently.
"Why Venice?" Elijah asked with curiosity.
Klaus shrugged. "It's been a couple of centuries since I visited my home there. I figured I might as well settle there for a couple of years."
"My news may change your mind." Elijah stated, walking into the kitchen.
"I doubt it." Klaus replied with disinterest. Instead of responding to Klaus' comment, Elijah tossed him a newspaper.
Klaus caught it swiftly, noting that it was from last week, his eyes sweeping across the headline. Two teenage boys found with their throats torn out, bodies drained of blood. "So you've got a reckless vampire on your hands. Why should I care Elijah?" Klaus asked in irritation.
Elijah walked over and handed him another newspaper from the day before, standing there waiting for Klaus to read it. "Nearly 100 bodies found within the past three months. All with the same cause of death; throats torn, bodies drained. The police believe there is a dangerous serial killer on the loose." Klaus read aloud. "So, a slightly more active vampire than usual. If you're that concerned about it, why don't you find them and dispose of them Elijah? I still don't see why I should care about this." Klaus asked intolerantly
"A witness caught a glimpse of the attacker. She was identified as a young woman with curly blonde hair and blue eyes."
Klaus froze. "What are you implying Elijah?"
"You know exactly what I'm implying." Elijah replied.
"She wouldn't kill one person, let alone dozens." Klaus insisted.
"I think you'll find that things have changed quite a bit since you left Mystic Falls Niklaus."
"What do you mean Elijah?" Klaus demanded.
"I'm afraid you'll have to find out for yourself Klaus. I'm going to be late for work." Elijah said, glancing at his watch.
Klaus shrugged. "Why did you think I would care anyways? She made her feelings for me very clear."
Elijah gave his brother a knowing look. "So you wouldn't care if she were to be killed because of the rampage she's gone on?"
"Nope." Klaus said indifferently.
"Have it your way Niklaus. Have fun in Venice. A call every once in a while would be nice." Elijah gave Klaus one more knowing glance before closing the door with a resounding thud.
Author's Note: Hello! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Almost Easy. One day, an idea came to me. What if Caroline wasn't as calm and collected as she was portrayed to be? What if she was a ripper, not Stefan? And so, the idea for Almost Easy was born. This story is equal parts drama and romance, and several chapters will earn the story it's M rating. I hope you guys find the idea appealing. Please, bare with me. This was just a sort of introductory chapter. The story will get better from here (at least I hope so xD) Reviews are always appreciated, and so are ideas/suggestions/constructive criticsm!