Throughout the 23 years of my not so special existence I've been little more than average. I consider that mostly my fault, with my lack of motivation to actually do something interesting with my life. Of course, if everything was still normal I would see no need to write down my adventures. So yes, I suppose one day everything changed.

It's fairly clear by now that I had an ordinary life, with no dark past that I wanted to remain secret. Choosing to stay at home over going out, claiming to be something peculiar in this overly mainstream society. All in all, I was not so peculiar at all. I tried so hard to be different that I turned out to be the same as every one else.

But that was beside the point. At some point in our lives I think we can all agree we tried to reach deep into our humane souls and find out whether we had magical abilities of some sort. I know I would be sitting on the couch and reach out my hand towards the remote standing 10 feet away as if that would somehow make it move. It never did. I didn't do that once, nor did I do it twice. Oh no, basically twice every year I would be too lazy to get off my ass and call for my magical side. I knew I had no supernatural ability. That is, until I found out that apparently I did. Now that's when things stopped being ordinary.

I didn't ask for it, most days I was even happy living my quiet life. At least I knew what to expect.

The first time I realized something was brutally different I was standing in line at the grocery shop. I was buying one carton of milk and had been standing in the cashier line for over 20 minutes. I could have simply left the milk there and walk to the other grocery store nearby instead of being almost fuming because the cashier didn't know how to make simple calculations.

No, I stood there wondering about the many ways I could inflict pain on the 20-something guy whom was taking almost 5 minutes to give an old lady her change. And just like that, just as I imagined the ceiling lamp falling directly over his head, it did. That changed everything.

It was chaos there, everyone screaming and rushing towards the fallen young man. Erm, everyone except for the man who grabbed everything in sight and ran away, and for me who stood there paralyzed without knowing what to do. Had it been a simple coincidence or did I really cause that accident? I dropped the carton of milk (causing the milk to spill everywhere) and walked out of the building as quietly as I could, worried that somehow someone knew it might have been me, and confused as to how the hell that happened.

Only when I got home did I realize that whether I had done it or not, he might be dead. I had quite possibly witnessed someone's death. I might have been the culprit. I hate killing living things, EVEN flies. I didn't sleep that night.

Thankfully the next day I overheard some people talking about the accident saying how lucky he was that he only had a minor concussion. I chose not to think about what happened again.

A few days later I was rushing out of my house and I ended up leaving the keys inside. Classic. I didn't even realize it until I was getting back home at the end of the day. I wished my keys were in my hand and less than one second later, there they were. It felt like my hand was on fire the moment I caught sight of the shining metal on the palm of my hand. I dropped the keys to the floor and felt the rush of sweat dripping down my spine, freaking out about what had just happened. I glanced sideways making sure no one was around, that no one had seen the bizarre thing that had happened.

I started getting pretty paranoid after that, spending all of my free time researching online hoping to find people with the same issues as me, wondering if I was nuts and yet too scared to tell anybody or to find mental help. Every time I was around other people I was overly conscious of my actions. Mostly because the key incident started happening more and more regularly in my every day life.

After a couple of months I was adapted to my new routine of being freaked out by my own self but it was what happened then that really changed everything.

I was getting back home from work and it was rush hour, so as most days, I was stuck in traffic for almost an hour. You may have realized by now that I really, really hate waiting for too long. You can call me impatient. My car hadn't moved for over 10 minutes and it was extremely aggravating to me.

Before I could stop myself, I imagined all the cars miraculously moved to the right making my path clear. I didn't stop once again until I got home. Sure enough, when I turned on the TV every news station was broadcasting the bizarre event that had happened on the road. I turned it off and hopped in bed wondering what I was going to do with my life.

During those months I must have looked like a dangerously depressed person, I was afraid of everything. The one thing that could stop things from happening I couldn't do anything about: my thoughts.

Not two days had passed since the car thing happened, I had an unusual visitor at my doorstep.

I looked around the living room - which led directly to the front door. It was messy, but I was beyond the point of caring about such trivial things. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. I could only see the handsome face of my visitor who was staring directly at me as if he knew I was looking at him. I instantly stepped back.

"Who is it?"

"Sophia, I am here because of your grandmother. It's an important matter."

He knew my name. How? I hadn't called my grandma in a while and it might have been important so I rushed to open the door. Idiot. I didn't even second-guess him, not even when I heard his British-accent. Why would an English man be standing outside of my door to talk to me about my obviously not English grandmother? Foolish girl.

"Come in." On the other side of the door stood a man dressed in what I assumed must have been an extremely expensive tailored suit. He might have come straight from a men's photoshoot for all I knew. I wondered what someone like him could possibly have to tell me about my grandmother.

As he stepped inside my house an uneasy feeling crept over me. He looked around him as if looking for something. Once he was done inspecting my house his eyes rested on mine.

He smiled politely. "Thank you for having me, I'm Elijah." There seemed to be a dangerous glint in his eyes and I was automatically afraid of him.

I spoke before he had a chance to.

"You seem to know my name already. Did something happen to my grandmother?" I crossed my arms automatically.

He walked away from me, heading slowly to the table where I had left my laptop open.

"I am terribly sorry for that. I'm actually not here because of your grandmother." Elijah turned to me and smirked. I found myself taking one step back. "I feared you might not let me in otherwise."

I tried to remember where I had left my cell phone in case I needed it. I had no idea. "I'm here because of your… abilities, as you might call them." Sooner than I would have expected he was standing in front of me, watching my every movement. I didn't know how to respond to that statement. Abilities? That's what he called them? How did he even know that strange things had been happening to me?

I didn't know what he was going to do to me, but I knew one thing. I wouldn't tell him anything.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." That didn't sound even remotely true. Kudos to me, who never learned how to properly lie.

"I feel offended that you might even think I would believe that." He mentioned as he flipped through the pages of the "How to control your thoughts: A Guide to Overcoming Your Every Day Problems" book he had picked up from the couch beside him. I didn't know whether I was more embarrassed that someone knew I was reading self-help books or scared that this man clearly knew I had "abilities".

"Having some problems controlling your thoughts?" He asked as he closed the book more forcefully than he needed to. He wasn't wearing that "nice guy" mask anymore and it didn't take an expert to understand that his body language meant that he wasn't in the mood for games.

"My friend left that here the other day. Maybe she's the one you're looking for?" I tried to lie again. I didn't even know what I was trying to do. It was a vicious cycle, I knew he didn't believe me - I wouldn't believe myself either - and yet I kept lying.

"I told you it offends me when you lie so terribly. Don't offend me." He set the book back where he had picked it up. "I'll make this easier for you. I know you have abilities - or whatever it is you want to call them - to some extent, you know that I know about that and there's no need to deny it." He paused to look at me. I tried not to show any real emotions across my face. I hoped I was succeeding. "Good. Now that we've overcome that, why don't you come with me, I will explain things on the way." He started walking towards the door. Did he really think I would follow him? Really?

"I'm not going anywhere." I stated as a matter-of-fact. He didn't seem surprised by my reaction as he turned his face to me.

"Don't you want to know what's been happening to you?"

"You have no idea what's been happening to me." I retorted as I remembered the past few months. No one knew what I had been going through.

"You're right, I don't. But I can help you." He seemed more gentle and I almost believed he really was there to help. "Come with me, I know people like you." People like me? I was not the only one?

"Go where?" I asked.

"New Orleans." He replied right away. No way. That was way too far away. I had a family, I had friends, I had a life.

At least I used to have one.

"No thank you."

He sighed. "I've been trying to be understanding over your current situation, but don't doubt for a second that you are coming with me. Whether you choose to come by choice or by force, that is up to you."

I didn't care. I was not leaving with him. I didn't know him, I didn't want to know him and I was more scared of him every second that passed.

"I'm staying." I didn't even know where I had found that courage to talk back at him. He wasn't a big guy but then again I couldn't take down a little boy in a fight if I had to. He looked dangerously threatening.

He grabbed my shoulders forcefully and stared right into my eyes. "You are coming with me to New Orleans and you will stop being such a nuisance and do as I say." He stepped back once he was done talking. Why he thought that by being extra close to me it would make me suddenly change my mind was beyond me. Maybe he thought that I was shallow enough that his good looks along would make me agree to follow him to wherever he was going.

"No." I said staring right back at him. I figured that perhaps if I appeared to be a strong woman he would leave me alone. He probably wouldn't, though.

He looked taken back by my response. So... he actually thought that would have worked. Asshole.

I didn't feel like the idiot in the room anymore. I looked at Elijah and he looked pissed off. His hand started moving dangerously close to my face. I didn't want to see what he might do next and before I could blink everything started shaking. The pictures on the walls started falling, random objects started flying off from the shelves… I had no idea whether it was me or Elijah doing it. Once I saw him shielding himself from the objects that curiously missed me and headed straight into him I figured out it was probably me. That was a first.

I was shaking. Before he could do anything I decided it was better to try and explain it. "I swear I have no idea how that happened." I said quickly.

At last he seemed to understand that there was no use in trying to harm me. I don't know why he would think such a thing. If he tried to lunge at me he would probably have succeeded but I'm glad that at that time he thought I was the dangerous one and not otherwise.

He sat down on the couch and finally explained to me what was going on. Elijah told me who he was and about his family. Apparently there is such a thing as vampires. He is one of them. At least he believed he was one. I mean, he's not just any vampire, he's an Original - which is supposed to be a big deal. One of the first vampires to have ever existed. Which also meant that he was extremely old, like… almost a thousand years old.

Elijah told me about his brother Niklaus, about how his one purpose in life was to try and redeem his brother after his countless cruel acts. That his new found hope came in the form of a baby, Niklaus baby. Somehow his half-vampire, half-werewolf - hybrid - brother had impregnated a werewolf girl. Yes, a werewolf. Vampires and werewolves. Add some witches to the mix and New Orleans really sounds like a freak show. There were parts when I really wanted to laugh at how ridiculous everything sounded but he seemed so serious that I thought it was better to stay quiet.

And I thought I was the crazy one… The scariest part was that someone who seemed so well put together, someone as handsome as this man was more nuts than I was.

After he was done telling me that they had to pretend Niklaus daughter was dead so she could stay hidden and away from any trouble he stopped to catch a breath. Apparently that was the last thing that happened before one of his old friends told him about a strange girl - me - who was walking around with uncontrolled powers. How his friend found out about me I have no idea but I was beyond weirded out at that point to even care about that single detail.

"Do you understand now why I'm here?" He asked.

"No… Was I supposed to?"

"I believe that with your help we can reestablish peace in New Orleans and bring back my niece along with my sister Rebekah. In exchange for that we will help you understanding and controlling your powers." He was dead serious.

"Wait. You were not joking?" He looked at me. "You were serious about what you just said?"

Suddenly his face changed, there were veins bulging out around his eyes, his eyes were those of a predator and he had… fangs. I jumped back startled. Slowly his face went back to normal.

"No, I was not joking." He simply said without breaking eye contact. Just like that everything was different. I believed him. That meant his story was real. I had lived for 23 years and I no idea that vampires were actually a thing. Vampires, werewolves and witches… was I a witch?

Elijah was waiting for an answer. Elijah. A vampire. Vampires drink blood. Human blood. Elijah is a vampire.

"Will you come with me?" He asked again.

I had never been as frightened as I was at that moment sitting across from Elijah. Across from a vampire. Time seemed to slow down as I tried to remember everything he had told me and how those things were quite possibly true. Not quite possibly. They were true. I could sense it. There was something inside of me which confirmed it.

The worst was that I was a part of that world now. "Are you going to kill me?" I let my mouth speak what my head was thinking.

"No." He declared. His lack of annoyance at my question surprised me.

He rested his warm hand on my arm. I flinched against his touch. I was being touched by a vampire. I wanted to run to my mother's arms and never leave her again.

This man/vampire had killed people in the past, many many people. I had never been in front of a killer. Let alone a vampire killer. That didn't sound right.

He removed his hand as he probably understood the whirlwind of thoughts going through my head.

"Sophia, I will not harm you. Neither will my brother. You have my word." He promised. Somehow I believed him. That didn't help the fact that we was a vampire who drank people's blood to remain alive. I shuddered.

"I don't know what to say." I said at last as I stared at my hands. Somehow they didn't feel like my hands anymore but rather those of a girl who was not there anymore. Those were the hands of a girl who lived in a world without supernatural creatures. I wanted to be that girl again. How could I face the outside world now that I knew of what was out there? How could I face my family? My friends?

"What about my family?"

"They're already taken care of." He stated. TAKEN CARE OF?!

My eyes widened as the images of the multiple ways he might have killed every single one of my loved ones flashed through my mind.

"They're safe." He explained. "I compelled them to think you moved away for a while."

"You what?" Compel? What did that meant?

He explained how vampires can compel everyone to think whatever they want them to think except if they took vervain - some sort of magic herb that can keep your mind from being controlled.

It made me wonder if that's what he had been trying to do before when he told me I would be going with him and not be a "nuisance" as he phrased it. I am definitely not taking vervain so it's a wonder why it didn't work.

At last I gave in to the fact that no matter for how long I stalled I would be going with this Elijah vampire wherever he wanted me to go.

I really didn't want to leave my comfortably simple life but then again that life was over the moment the lamp fell on the cashier months before. The sooner I accepted it the sooner I could start actually enjoying living again. I hoped.

Elijah gave me one hour - no more, no less - to pack whatever I thought necessary to bring to New Orleans. My cell phone was not included in that list, he said "it might tempt me to do careless things.". I figured that meant calling home. He stayed in the living room while I packed everything I needed in my bedroom. I admit that I packed everything in 20 minutes and the 40 that I had left I spent crying over how miserable I was. It was also extremely frightening knowing that I was going to a place filled with creatures that could end my life just like that.

One hour exactly after I had closed my bedroom door he knocked saying it was time to go. He grabbed my bag before I did. I could have done the whole "oh you really don't have to" shenanigan but it was really heavy and I was upset enough that he was forcing me to leave my life behind. Even if he said it was only for a while.

A/N: Let me know what you think :)

7/09/14: UPDATED and fixed a couple of grammar mistakes.