Hello Beautiful people! Here is the story I wrote that I am currently modifying for Delena. I am going to warn you, I like to write very short chapters, that's just my style, and I tend to update every other day. If I can update everyday I will but I'm not making any promises cause my life is really hectic. Also I really appreciate feedback, favorites and reviews because this lets me know what you guys think, if you like it and if I should continue. Besides with your comments I decide what I'm gonna do in the next couple of chapters, therefor your input is very important to me. It may also help to inspire this little head of mine. So without further rambling, here is Mystic Executive Touch.

Love,

OA

Mystic Executive Touch

Prologue: Reasons and Memories

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. There owned by The CW, and the companies that work with the network. Any dialogue and or story likeness is coincidental and not intended to offend anyone.

My name is Elena Gilbert, and this is my story. I won't tell you about a tragedy, I won't tell you about a fairytale. I will tell you what I have lived through to the best of my memories.

I have made my way in the world with effort and perseverance. I have managed to survive because of a couple of extremely special people in my life. No worries, you will come to know them as the story goes along.

All I can say is that the story starts in a New York bar. Yes, a bar of all places.

My mother was a woman that enjoyed life, well that was how she defined it. In other words, she was an alcoholic and drug addict that loved to be "in the zone". So getting to be 10 years old and your only memories of your mother is of her slurring her words and or completely knocked out, equals a very bad childhood.

Oh if you think that you pity me, the worse hasn't still been made known to you. Every time she was in her "zone", she became very violent. Yes she was abusive; the once respected Dr. Miranda Gilbert was now an abusive-drunk-junkie.

Anyway, I think that God at least didn't hate me completely since he gave me Mr. Alaric. Alaric Saltzman was an old man, maybe in his eighties, and he tried to help me as much as he could. He enrolled me in school and made sure that I went to it. He sought to see that I had food in my stomach and that I was actually learning things. He was the one that took me to the doctor when I got sick and paid for my medicines. In return, I gave him all the love that I could muster at a young age. I kept his house clean, ran his errands and anything else he needed to get done.

So getting back to the story, one day my mother got home very drunk and high (and thinking about it now I don't really know how she didn't die of the mixtures she made) and had one of her episodes. She beat me so badly that I lost consciousness. When I came about I was in the hospital with Mr. Alaric by my side. He told me that he had heard the whole thing, called the police. Apparently the cops had taken my mom arrested and taken me to the hospital.

Once I got discharged, Mr. Alaric was waiting for me at the hospital's exit with a small suitcase and a manila envelope. He took me to the airport. Once there he took me aside and told me that he had been searching and was able to find out where my father was, and because of this I wasn't going into foster care. He gave me the envelope and told me to be careful with it. Inside I later found my passport and birth certificate, as well as a letter that explained everything that had happened to my mother and me. He gave me some money and a plane ticket and told me to go in the plane and then get on a taxi once I was in Virginia and go to the address he had given me. Once there I would ask for Grayson Gilbert and then give him the letter. If he threw me out, I was to ask for a phone and call him; we would then decide what to do if we got to that point.

He took both of my hands in one of his and kissed both my cheeks and forehead. I forced myself to let him touch me since I knew that he would never hurt me. He told me that I was a special little girl, that he really loved me as if I were his own blood and made me promise to never forget him. With that I was lead to the new chapter of the book of my life.

Till this day I have not broken my promise to him, I remember him everyday and now I understand that he was an angel that was there to watch over me and help me. Unfortunately, I later came to know that he died about 2 months after I left of natural causes. He had no one in the world so no one claimed him and no one actually knows where his body ended. When I feel like I want to connect with him I just close my eyes and transport myself to the quiet evenings in his house. Him in the rocker reading Great Expectations, as always, me in the floor doing homework or reading a book that I had borrowed from the library. Or I remember the way he always gave me a cupcake and a small present for my birthday or the way he said sweet comforting words while I cried after my mom had beaten me.

So I got to Virginia, and did as I was told. I was really nervous about looking for my father. I didn't know what had happened with my mother or if he knew that I was born. Hell I didn't even know if he was my real father but here I was, 10 years old, filled with fear and drenched because of the rain that was falling since I exited the airport.

I got to the address and was stunned to see a mansion; I made a double take, took a deep breath and went forward. I remember thinking "Here goes Nothing".

So what did you think? Please leave a comment/review to let me know...

OA