Hey, so, this is kind of like a Forwood (Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood) story, except speeding up the whole process, because the producers are starting to drag with getting Caroline and Tyler together.

Being a vampire was difficult.

And it wasn't because I had to drink blood to keep myself alive, it was the part where I had to be careful where I lived, how I lived, who I became close with.

Who I grew to love.

Because falling in love with the wrong person, would completely mess me up.

But no, no, this isn't one of those stories where I love a human, and in the end I become human or the human becomes vampire.

This is something more deadly, more insane, hard to believe, a kind of love that should have never existed had I never decided to follow the Life Force Mystic Falls had.

What with its high end high schools, busy streets, family packed diners, and recession stricken look, this place was running with Life, drawing me in.

Then, I saw him. On the bus, to be exact. And I noticed him in particular because his smell was off, because he didn't seem entirely human.

There was also the way he was slowly drinking from the water bottle in his hands, always making like he was going to vomit, swallowing the solution down.

It was probably just ThermaFlu or something, right?

I stood for a couple of more minutes, trying to place his scent, wondering why his blood wasn't driving me as crazy as everyone else on this bus was. And through that thinking, the kid sitting next to him got up to leave, and I occupied the seat.

The next time he unscrewed the water bottle to drink from it, I inhaled deeply, catching exactly what it was he was drinking.

Wolfs bane.

I froze in place and used some of my Power, the one I could gain from drinking little bunnies' blood, to reach out and attentively search his mind, my senses hyperactive.

He gasped and the water bottle froze, hovering over his lips.

"What the hell?" He murmured, and I could feel his eyes move onto me.

I reeled back, looking at something, anything else, desperate for him not to know.

Because if someone knew you were searching their mind, they could pin point exactly who it was that was trying to do so.

"Excuse me," he said, his hand moving to my shoulder. I braced myself and turned to look at him, several other people on the bus staring at us.

He smiled, his grey eyes dark, and said, "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone I knew." And then, a whiplash to my mind.

Get off now.

One more look into his eyes and I knew he did it on purpose, that he knew I wasn't a part of the ignorant human society, that I was aware of who he was.

A werewolf. A werewolf ingesting wolfs bane.

I got up and pulling the string, causing the little bell to ding, moving to the door.

I felt him move close behind me, a wall around his mind, keeping me out.

This kid really knew his stuff.

The bus stopped and the doors opened. I pushed past them and walked out.

Keep walking, don't turn around. Walk straight, and turn into the alley.

I followed what he instructed, when really, I wouldn't be able to give you an answer as to why I did.

Maybe it was fear at the moment, maybe it was because the full moon was so close, that I knew he was at his strongest point.

But whatever the reason, I didn't run.

I didn't want to, either way.

When I stepped foot into the privacy of the alley, his wall came down and he charged at me, barreling me against the wall.

"Who the hell are you?" He demanded, not bothering with silly introductions.

"That's none of your business," I threw back, not sure what I was feeling with his grip. "But I promise you, dog, one wrong move, and I'll tear you to shreds."

He grimaced and yanked me forward, throwing me back into the wall.

"Who are you?" He shouted, his eyes wild, the water bottle in his hand looking like it was going to explode.

I stayed still, scared for him, suddenly filled with fear.

"This is your first time," I muttered incoherently, the realization hitting me.

He was young, a year older than me at the most, making him around eighteen or nineteen. He was slowly ingesting the wolfs bane, when if you really wanted it to work to its full effect, you had to chug the stuff down, tasting the pure acidic taste of battery acid down your throat.

He was also scared that I knew what he was, that I was going to hurt him.

I could feel it radiating out of him.

"This is going to be your first time, isn't it?" I asked again, peeling myself off the wall, moving toward his now coward figure.

The sun was beating brilliantly outside of the alley, but the buildings cast shadows upon us, giving it an almost eerie feel.

"Who are you?" He asked again, softer, almost as if he was going to break soon.

"Look," I replied, shaking my head, gathering my thoughts.

Although he was for sure older than me, I could feel the little kid coming out of him, yearning for help.

My pulse began to quicken, the midday sun bright overhead.

"Are you a werewolf, or not?" I released, knowing he wouldn't take this well.

"What the hell do you care?" He retorted, his hand shifting grips on the water bottle he had. I turned my eyes to it and I saw his hand tense up.

"So, you're telling me if I were to take that water bottle from you, and, oh, I don't know, throw it all over you," I moved my eyes up to his. "You wouldn't start screaming in pain?"

"What are you?"

I softened my eyes, smiling gently.

"When did you kill them?" I tried, wanting nothing more than to honestly help him. "How long ago since you triggered the curse?"

"I am not telling you anything until you tell me something."

I sighed in desperation, bringing my hand to my head, trying to not make it obvious that I was reaching out to his mind again.

I spent about a second in before he responded.

"I know you're not human, because you keep trying to get into my mind, and I may be new, but my uncle told me enough for me to watch myself before he got up and left."

"You're uncle just left you?"

Another set of emotions triggered inside of me, most pain and sorrow for him, a stronger need to help him.

"You're uncle knew you were going to turn and he didn't help you?"

"Is that why you're here?" He challenged, and he was now radiating a whole new set of emotions.

"Wait," I stammered, moving close to him, causing him to jump. I listened intently at the set of voices I was hearing, the way they were moving, the way they smelled.

"Are there any others… like you here?" I searched, looking up to him. And while a new fear started to rise in me, it sunk in just how tall he was. "Do you have somewhere we can go?" I asked, trying to show just how worried I was. "Because we really need to talk," I started pushing him the opposite direction of the voices. "Hold on," I said, grasping him from his arm, much to his dismay, setting off in a quick run.

The wind blew past our faces, the sounds of cars slowly running down the street, kids playing in the playground.

How the hell is it that I'm moving this fast?

I glanced at him and saw that he was looking at the ground, as if he could decipher how we were moving so quickly.

You're a werewolf, I'm a vampire.

Of course, sending that thought was me just giving it a try, because I never expected his newly adjusted mind would be able to receive thoughts, just as well as he could send them.

But when he tensed up, I knew he'd heard me.

"I don't know why that scares me," he said, his eyes still on the ground. I stopped by the entrance of the forest, figuring he could tell me where we could go from here. "I figured you were a vampire, once you started moving that fast." He moved his eyes up to mine and I released the hold I had on his arm. "Can I trust you?"

I smiled, feeling he was already starting to trust me.

So what did you think? Too fast paced? Too slow? Something I should explain?
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. :)
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