Lilah sighed, sinking further down into her desk. Her vampire teacher, Gerard, kept droning on and on about something.
She hadn't drunk any blood since morning, though, and was finding it hard to focus.
"Lilah, are you listening?" The older man stopped his pacing.
Lilah looked up, "Hmm? Yes, of course."
Gerard sighed, setting the book he was reading out of down. "You've only been a vampire for a few years, Lilah, I'm you need to know this."
Lilah nodded, running her fingers through her light brown waves. "I'm sorry, I'm just distracted." Gerard rubbed his temples,"Alright, go home. I'll see you in the morning."
Lilah sighed, grateful. She picked up her bag and started walking down the street, where her apartment was at. After a few years of living in Chicago, Gerard and her had to move since she wasn't aging. Frozen at nineteen forever.
Carefully entering her small home, she set her stuff down. Draining a blood bag, she quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.
The next day Lilah woke and hurriedly put on a pair of jeans and a mint colored blouse that brought out her medium emerald colored eyes. She flashed down the street, no one was out in the early morning and she was too fast to be seen anyways. What she saw was not to be expected, though. The artifact-filled home was quiet, and unusually so. Gerard was always making noises of some sort, Lilah was sure he never slept. She kept her footsteps extremely quiet, almost unheard, as she stepped into the house. There was a loud crash, and she saw Gerard and another man tumble-down the first flight of stairs, and hit the wall.
The younger, burly man, was attempting to stake the elder man. "Gerard!"Lilah cried out, ready to go help him.
"No, Lilah, remember what I told you about the originals. Mystic Falls, find them, the five are back, mention the Eclipse Coun-"He struggled to speak, his last word cut off when the younger man plunged a stake into Gerard's heart.
Lilah gasped, her eyes filling with tears . She remember what he said and flashed out of the house as fast as she could, shaking with the shock.
Go to Mystic Falls, find an Original, was the mantra she kept repeating in her head as she headed south for Virginia.