Hey guys! New fanfic... I kind of dropped off the face of the planet for about 6 months but I'm back! I've had writers block for a bit, and while millions of ideas have been running around my head, I have unfortunately been struggling to write anything that is relatively decent. So, my other story, "A Place to Belong," is on a sort of hiatus. Even though I've only posted one chapter. Sorry, I'm horrible at completing things. But stick with me lol.

Anyways, this story idea popped into my head and I decided to try it out. Please read the warning on this chapter, while I usually stay away from such severe topics in writing, the events are very relative to Eva and who she is and who she becomes. Please feel free to leave a review and let me know if I should continue with this story. :)

DISCLAIMER : I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. I also do not own any of it's characters. I only own my character, Eva Moreau, and any other original characters that I have created.

WARNING : Scenes do include sexual assault and a detailed description. Murder is also mentioned but there is virtually no graphic description of it besides the mention of blood. This is just a heads up for anybody who may find this disturbing or triggering in any way.

Chapter One

Silent Night, Deadly Night

"Mama, I hope you're proud of me,

I took all the awful things they did,

and turned them into empathy."

London, England 1887

Her skin burnt where those hands had touched. Rough and calloused palms against the smoothness of her pale skin. Delicate and shaking hands absentmindedly scratched her own forearms as she reminisced previous events, her own hands itched to rid the memories of those sinful touches. A tear stained cheek made contact with the cold flooring of her bedroom. Curled in a fetal position, she shook on the floor.

Eva didn't know how it had happened. Her beloved mother had put her to rest that night. Her mother's voice had lulled her to sleep, melodic and sweet as it was, and slowly her eyelids had been too heavy to remain open. Dark and thickened eyelashes had rested upon her dainty cheeks and she fell into a deep slumber.

Later that night she had been awoken by the rough pawing of harsh hands on her stomach. Groggily she had opened her eyes, the darkened room making it impossible to make out the figure on top of her. Sluggish panic had set in like she had just suddnely been dunked into an ice cold tub.

"You've been too much, Eva." The breathy voice chilled her to her core as it carried to her ears. "Such a tease, aren't ya? Your mother won't be happy with this. You're not gonna tell her, right baby?" A grunt followed his words when her foot made contact with his thigh. He grabbed a hold of her struggling legs.

"That wasn't very nice of you, was it? But you're gonna be a good girl, right?" Pain followed his command, his large hand squeezing her leg. His rough fingernails dug into her knee as he forced her knees together to stop her fighting. "Right?"

She let out a cry as he pushed more of his body weight onto her, forcing her into the comforter. Her struggle didn't deter him in the slightest, he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Large hands palmed her small body, feeling her and hurting her. Silent tears ran like small rivers down her cheeks. Bright blue eyes hidden as she squeezed her eyes shut, praying not to feel his repulsive hands on her skin.

"S'il vous plaît, non. S'il vous plaît." Please, no. Please. She begged and cried for help as she felt him start pawing at the bodice of her night gown.

"Shut up, you little whore. You want this, you've been tempting me." His voice was threatening as he spoke in her ear. "Don't resist it, I've been holding myself back for so long... Evie," He breathed into her ear, "But you're truly irresistible. You know that?"

She couldn't find her voice, she couldn't even get herself to scream. Couldn't make a noise as he fought to tug at her clothes. She stayed quiet for some reason, the fear biting at her throat, stopping her from making a sound. Her skin was clammy and her face damp from sweat and tears. The struggle to get him off of her had taken all she had, and it had done nothing. He was still in her bed, pinning her down to her lavender sheets. She was powerless.

Everything drowned away, the reality slipping away from her. She began to feel wave after wave of fear and her stomach gave out on her. All she could hear was her heart pounding so loudly she thought it would come out of her chest. And then something wet hit her face and chest. A heavy weight fell on her, crushing her, suffocating her.

"Sweetie...sweetie?" The sound of sobbing and desperate hands grabbing at her dragged her into consciousness. A woman's face was up close to her own, identical blue eyes staring into her face. Blearily, Eva blinked as she looking at her mother. She noticed the frightened expression that adorned her mother's face, reflecting on the horrifying scene before her.

Hurriedly, Eva was pulled out from under the heavy weight and into a warm and shaky embrace. Her mother's thin arms encircled her, holding Eva tightly to her chest as she whispered into her matted hair. Slowly, she came to reality and understood her mother's whispers. Her mother was softly murmuring the words to a french melody, the vary one she had used to lull her to bed that night. Shakily, she clung to her mother. Standing up from the crouch they had been in, her mother got into a hesitant stand and held out her hand to Eva, to lead her away from the bedroom. She took the guiding hand and let her mother take her to the living room where they sat on the worn couch.

The bright light was a startling contrast to the pitch black bedroom and it hurt her eyes. Her mother attempted to calm her by running her hands down her arms before she took her hands into her own.

"Ma colombe," My dove. Her mother sadly gazed at her. "We must go... I am going to bring you somewhere you will be safe, okay?" The comforting promise was accompanied by the feeling of her mothers gentle hands combing through the knotted and crusted remains of her once shiny and bouncing red curls.

Eva stared at her mother, no words escaping the confines of her lips. Her mother's once beautiful blue dress was now stained with red. The cloth darkened rouge to match her mother's painted lips. As she took in the blood seeping from her mothers stomach, Eva glanced down at her chest. She was horrified to see the splattered dots of red staining her own nightgown. Deep and shaky breaths escaped her as she took in the situation. Realizing what had just taken place in her bedroom. The horrors and sins of the man she had once thought of as safe digging a hole into the bottom of her stomach. She turned and emptied out her stomach onto the dirty beige rug, the remaining vomit feeling acidic in her mouth. It was vile and disgusting - as much so as the acts that had taken place.

But her mother, she had protected her. She had saved Eva from the loss of her innocence, she would never think of of her as anything but her savior. Tonight, the two had experienced the lowest and most horrid acts a person could commit. And because of this, they could no longer remain in the shabby cottage that they had once thought of as a safe haven, a home. The cruelty and misery of human nature was truly condemning.

"We have to go, Eva." Her mother's voice startled her. She was still reeling from what had occurred in her bedroom. While lost in her thoughts, she was pulled from the couch and guided towards the front door. "I have somewhere we can go, we're going to be okay."

She allowed herself to be comforted by her mother's words, even if the promise was hollow. They could never be completely safe again, could they? The darkness would always be creeping in the depths of their minds, haunting and cruel. She knew that the events of this very night would continue to be reflected in every decision they would make in the foreseeable future.

Fleeing into the night, she could hardly make out her surroundings on the streets. The streetlamps gave away a dim light, guiding their descent through the streets of London. Her mother led her to a small church on the corner of the block. They stopped at the wide welcoming doors of the church. On the steps, the stood facing one another, and her mother fiercely grabbed onto her and pulled her into an embrace. They stood there for a few moments as she was hugged into her mother chest. Eva was hesitant in the embrace, unsure of why her mother was suddenly acting as if she would never see her again. Her mother pulled away from her, holding her at arm's length.

"I have to go get a couple things from a friend, but I need you to stay here." Her mom's voice was shaky, hesitant almost. It was as if she thought they would never see each other again. "You're going to be okay, ma colombe, just stay here. I will be right back, just wait inside."

"Okay," Eva's voice was gentle as she responded, "Do you promise to come back, ma mere?"

"I promise, I will come back for you," Her mother's voice was affectionate as she gazed down at her, "I will never leave you."

Eva smiled back, yet if you looked into her eyes you could tell she was not completely joyful, perhaps she never would be. But, she would place a smile upon her lips if it would satisfy the one she loved. She stared after the willowy figure of her mother as she walked away from her down the dimly lit street. Her eyes stung the slightest at the sinister image. She would be back though. Her mother, her only family, wouldn't leave her to suffer alone in this dark cruel reality.

So, she turned and pushed the large doors open. The groan of the opening doors resounded through the vast chapel. Her steps echoed as she headed towards one of the pews in the very back. Slowly she sunk down to perch on the hard wooden surface. The place was empty, eerily so. Sitting there, all alone she could feel the whispering touch on her skin, the dirty jagged finger nails digging into her skin. His hands, the roughness against her skin. Her body began to shake and she fought to keep her tears back. Panic had begun to creep into the edges of her mind, his hands, his hands were on her.

Quietly she began to whisper to herself, humming to the well known lullaby. Soon the hum turned into the notes of the song and as the words escaped her lips, a shaky rendition of the song, she began to calm. Gradually the feeling of his presence resided and with it, her voice became louder. A feeling of serenity overcame her mind as the words escaped her lips. The song gave her a chance to fake sanity, releasing all of the emotion into the melody granted her freedom from the confines of her mind. Her voice had smoothed over as the song came to a close, beautifully playing out the final notes.

With her eyes closed, lost in the serene melody, Eva never noticed the dark figure standing in the entryway, watching her.