Hey all, first fanfic, let me know if you like it.

In all honesty I was astonished. Never would I ever have thought this could happen to me. Yet here I am, being rounded up like cattle with the rest of my class. Men in black clad uniform were guarding the exit with guns ready to fire. In my social studies class of all places, I glance at my teacher at the front who looks like her face never saw the sun.

There were four or so soldiers (because really… I'd like to think only professionals would carry guns as easy as they did) in our room. Two guard the door while the others threaten our lives as we all huddle in the right corner of the room. At least it had calmed down now, at the beginning I thought I'd die from hearing loss instead of a bullet. This school has a unique layout: four two-story blocks horizontally facing each other, a courtyard in-between each block, and did I mention the sides of the rooms that aren't connected to another class concern of mainly windows? Yay. Not only did we have to live in our own nightmares within this classroom; we got to watch other students run from their class only to get shot and then dragged to the growing pile of dead bodies.

I look over to Elena, my best friend. Her eyes are swollen and if she wasn't red in the face from crying so much, she would have been nearly as white as our Mrs Deane, our teacher. I hate seeing her scared. We were all scared though, Matt, Tyler, Bonnie, and even me. I'd never show it though, I'd rather put the depth of my understanding of the situation in a small box in the corner of my mind.

We all sit on the ground, crying and weeping on each other. Well everyone except for me that is. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I sit there staring into space, thinking. I don't know how long it had been before I'm jolted back into reality as Elena's head falls onto my shoulder, her dark brown hair cascading over her face. She hates being weak and I hate seeing her like this. This just won't do. I need to give her some sort of security that she's going to make it out of this. Alive. I gently push her head off my shoulder and get up, standing to my full height of 5'7. Elena whimpered and I felt my classmates stare. I walk over to the creepy soldier with brown hair and a hooked nose.

'Excuse me, Sir.' I said shyly, putting a sweet tinge to my voice. 'Would you mind telling me what's going to happen to us?'

His beady eyes looked me over.

'Go sit down.'

'But I-'

'Are you dumb girl!' He was not happy.

I was turning around to sit back down when I felt a cold metal bar shoved into my side. He did not just do that.

'You mind?' I snap at him, whirling my mass of blonde curls back around as I faced him. Let's face it; I am not a sweet, timid girl who could be pushed around. I don't take shit from anyone. Ever. I only realised my mistake when I looked down to see that the 'metal bar' turned out to be the barrel of his gun. I stood there knowing what I should have done, and yet I couldn't take it back. Yeah, my stubbornness is definitely going to get me killed.

His beady eyes widen at my rebel, his face becoming red. He grabs my arm, yanking me forward, my face inches from his.

'You best be watching that mouth of yours, girl.' He sneered at me and I gett a breath full of mints mixed with a foul scent of cigarettes.

'Or else what?' I hissed back and wrench my arm from his grip. I turn back quickly, hoping to make it back to Elena. I see her dark eyes looking livid- a bit of fight coming into the Elena I know. I also see them widen. A moment later a large thud sounds and my head explodes in pain.. I had been wacked on the head. Not going to lie, I should have seen that coming. This is not how I thought my Wednesday afternoon would end. The world goes black and I feel myself fall.

Sometime later…

I wake with the pounding sensation of drums in my head. I hear a bunch of people talking. They all sound English and I was not in the mood to deal with foreigners; especially the lethal, hostile type. Brilliant. I kept my eyes shut and thought back to how it all started.

Just like any other average school day, I went to class did my work and laughed with my friends…Until I got to my social studies class.

Maybe a couple hours earlier…

'Caroline!' Bonnie, shouted across the room, calling me over to our table. I immediately grin at the sight of Bonnie and Caroline sitting at our table in the back corner of the room. Bonnie has her hair in in a new pixie cut- it looks good. She looks at me with smiling brown eyes. Bonnie was always smiling, I love that about her. Elena had her straight, dark brown hair, and sweet brown eyes looking as perfect as always. She was the gorgeous aaaaaaand unbelievably kind-hearted. I probably would have hated her if she wasn't my best friend. She see's the good in everyone, which I still find stupid. I, apparently, am the only one to see the worst in people. Or I just see through the fake shit they put up. We were polar opposites, in more than one way.

'Hey guys ready for another boring day at Mystic Falls High School?'

They both scoff at me but I just smile.

I feel a sudden whoosh of cold air on my ass and milliseconds later my ass is hitting the ground. My chair had be pulled out from under me!

'Ouch! You mind!' I shout, looking up at the culprit. Tyler stands over me with his shaggy brown hair and cinnamon eyes looking down at me. I glare at him with every inch of bitchiness I could find in myself (which could be a damn lot). He just smiles his sly smile and laughs at me.

'Aw good to see you're in as good a mood as ever, Care-bear.' His eyes turn innocent as he said, 'I almost thought I saw you smiling like you were actually happy!' He feigned shock.

'And break your little heart! You know I would never do that but thank God you were here to pull me out of whatever wonderful delusion I may have been experiencing,' I say with a wink. I was smiling big now.

'In fact, that's all your presence does for me,' I add. My smile grows as I watch his own fall, quickly replaced by a frown.

'Oh come on Care you don't mean that do you?' He stuck out his lip and pouts. I was laughing now. He soon joined me.

I grunt as he helps me up. Definitely bruised my butt.

'Ugh, you best be watching your back there baby Lockwood' I tell him in a sly tone.

'Baby?' He exasperates. 'That's just cruel. You know, I am bigger, stronger, not to mention older than you.'

'Technicalities,' I tsk.

"Whatever, I win."

'Wasn't aware there was anything to win.' But I knew. We always try to outwit each other. Love him to the bitter end I will. He just laughed and walked away. I sigh and turn back to my girls.

The teacher was just about to start the class when it happened. Black clad figures surrounded our school, entering the floor classrooms and running up the stairs to ours. Like you'd expect it would, it caused a huge (and I mean massive) panic. I heard voices from around the school all at once. Shouting, screaming and the sound of gunshots. My class was looking out both sides of the class, heads moving franticly. The lights went out and that's when four men entered our room. I felt numb. Elena was screaming and tugging my arm and the men were shooting the ceiling. I tried to speak to calm down Elena who was getting hysterical but I couldn't move. I felt disconnected. I saw my classmates run to the opposite end of the class away from the men. They were all crying and moaning. I grabbed Elena and Bonnie and threw us to the ground. Their faces were white and frightened. I knew then what they wanted from me. Reassurance. I was always the cool calm and collected once. I didn't let my fear show. I was the one who was meant to be emotionally sane and stable. I finally found my voice.

'Shhh its okay girls calm down.'

I couldn't hear what they said in return. It was muffled by their sobs. The room was chaotic. The soldiers wouldn't speak they only shot the ceiling when we got too loud. I found it odd and discomforting that they didn't bother hiding their faces… which meant that they were not going to harm us or they weren't bothered about witnesses in the aftermath… A thousand other theories came to mind but I blocked them out. None of them were good.

We sat huddled against the wall with me in front. I felt like I had to protect them. Elena couldn't handle stuff like this. She was fragile on the inside and she looked just as much on the exterior right now. White skin, paled lips and blank eyes was her sad yet still beautiful image. I reached out and touched her arm but not for long. The class all huddled along with us across a single wall. We sat for about 2 hours with them just watching over us. And that is when I decided to approach the men in black. I'm an idiot.

Returning to the unfortunate present….

I tune my ears back in, listening intently to the men who intruded my quiet life.

'…but she's trouble! I say give her to the other guys. Teach the bitch a lesson.'

I recognise his voice as the beady eyed soldier who knocked me out. Bastard! I want to scream in his face. I force myself immobile. I don't want them to know I'm awake with beady eyes still in the room.

My body feels awkwardly hunched as my hands are tied behind my back. I try not to panic. I hate restraint, of any kind. It was like being trapped with no way out. No escape. My throat closed and my heart pounded in my ears. Focus! I sat slouched on a chair and I could tell that my neck was going to be painful when I straightened up. I open my eyes to slits, careful not to move my head. I nearly sighed with relief at the familiar photocopy room a few rooms down from my class. There were two men: Beady eyes and a dark blonde guy with his back to me. They stand between me and the door.

'Jules, she's not a priority and hardly a concern. We have a job so stop moping over some chick that has bigger balls than you and get back to work. I'll sort her out.' The blonde has spoken and I decide I like him; simply because he seems to like Jules as much as I do. Jules had a looked of disdain on his face as his eyes shift to my body. I force my eyes shut and tried to keep my breathing regular.

'Go take numbers of all the junior students. We need to prepare them for transfer.'

Transfer! What did that mean? I couldn't think straight.

I heard a grunt and a door open then close. Hopefully they both left. Jules had held some obvious grudge against me and the blonde seems to be charge… not good company. I count to 3 and open my eyes… only to find a pair of black ones several inches from mine. I guess he didn't leave after all.

I almost scream. I'm alone with a terrorist and no one can help me. I start to struggle against the plastic strips tightly encasing my wrists. I avert my eyes and immediately look for something that could help me. I almost cry when I realise there is virtually nothing and that's when I start hyperventilating. My breaths grow shallow and desperate and I want to scream. The restraints were becoming unbearable and any self-control to act decent leave my head.

What happened next was probably the strangest thing to have happened so far. The sound of laughter fills my ears and I look up to see the blonde boy laughing at my expense. Seriously! Yeah because its hilarious when people are defenceless and filled with panic. I look back at him and glare. And why is he so he young? My jaw drops. He's only a couple years older than me! Maybe Tyler was right, maybe I am delusional. Oh God I hope I am. This is messed up beyond words. He's maybe four years older than me aaaaand hot as hell. He has it all: the cheekbones the dark eyes and blonde hair. His features are perfect. Oh I'm delusional for sure.

'I'd prefer you to drool over me in your own time when I'm not here to see it." He smirks.

I snap my mouth shut and glare at him again, thank the lord I am not shallow.

'As much as I'd love to vouch for your cockiness and add to your overgrown ego, I'd like to assure you: It's just a side effect from being hit on the head too hard.' Asshole.

I smiled at him sweetly, adding for good measure. 'It seems to have screwed up the part of my brain that controls my salivary glands. Sorry to disappoint you,' giving him and apologetic look.

He raises his brows in disbelief.

I smile.

His eyes narrow. He continues to stare till a point that makes me completely uncomfortable.

'I'd prefer it if you'd stop staring. It's rude you know.' I tell him matter-of-factly.

'Well I certainly see why someone would want to knock you out. The temptation to hit you is strong.'

"How about you untie me and make it an even fight. That way you won't feel as guilty for hitting me,' I reply.

'Who said I'd feel guilty at all.'

Dick. Now it was my turn to frown. He smiles at the change in my face. Even his smile is gorgeous. Ugh talk about the devil in disguise.

'Can I go?' it was a childish question but I didn't care. I was upset about being outwitted by a terrorist let alone anyone who wasn't Tyler.

His face became serious.

'You misbehaved,' He states.

'Well then give me a slap on the wrist and I'll be on my way.' My face stayed blank.

I don't think he liked my answer. Next thing I know, I'm being pulled out of by chair, by my hair. Pain radiates through my scalp and a cry sounds from my lips. I watch as he wraps my blonde hair around his hand, pulling the strands tighter and tighter. The pain got worse. His face is menacing and he doesn't look like an angel anymore. He knows how to inflict pain and I know he wants to hurt me. I still can't take him seriously though. A boy, leading the group of terrorists invading my school. I want to laugh but that would get me killed. I gasp again as he drags me to the wall and shoves me against it. I glare at him but kept my mouth shut.

'Oh, have nothing to say now?' He hisses so close to my ear I cringe away from him. He moves back and looked at my face. His shoes are suddenly very interesting to look at I decide. That's when he strikes me across the face. I gasp in surprise, instantly bringing a hand to cradle my cheek. I had never been hit in the face before. I wanted to cry but the tears won't come. Instead, I feel numb again.

He grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his eyes.

'Listen closely. You will go back to your class and be a good little girl. If you get out of line again I'll show you what I can actually do. This is nothing sweetheart.'

I almost gag at the pet name but complied. I won't fight back. Yet. Nope I'm just going to do what any other girl would do. I bottle in my anger and hate, letting it simmer, silently plotting my revenge.