Bitten {Preface}
She pulled back and wiped her face. She looked down at the now dead body before her. She smirked. 'It gets easier and easier.' She thought. She smelt the air, trying to find her next victim. She turned her head to the west smelling the next unlucky person. Her smirk became bigger. Being a vampire had its benefits. Everything about her screamed dangerous. Her eyes were hungry and her fangs were ready to cut through someone's neck. She looked like a hungry tiger, ready to pounce. She smelt the air once more, closing her eyes. Snap. Her eyes snapped open, looking toward the north. One bad part about being a vampire? People wanted you dead, vampire hunters or people stupid enough to challenge a vampire. She saw their flashlights, slowly but surely walking toward her. She smirked and ran off into the night.
That's the undercover world of Mystic Falls.