A.N.: Well, here it is. I had planned to write this at Easter holidays, but last Monday I was bored in class and I was inspired so I wrote the first chapter. To A Hero's readers, my priority will be A Hero, but this will be my dirty pleasure.

I also wanted to tell you this is a translation of my other story Todo Por Lo Que Vivo, so if you don't like the story tell me, because translating it is a lot of effort and I want to feel it's actually worth it. It happened with my other story: I had to threat with deleting the story to see if people liked the story... I don't want that to happen, so please, review.

Another thing I wanted to make clear: in this AU Elena's parents are alive, so don't freak out when you read it. There will surely be a little of smut in later chapters, but, at the moment you don't have to worry about it. But I warn you: there will be a lot of violence, death and extreme vampirism. You're warned. I want no traumas.

If you're still there, welcome and enjoy. Don't forget the review! xoxo Rebeku95

Chapter 1

I can feel the night beginning,

separate me from the living,

understanding me,

after all I've seen.

Evanescence - All That I'm Living For

The noise of voices around me woke me up. I didn't remember falling asleep. In fact, I didn't remember anything from the past twenty-four hours. I was lying on a rigid, metallic surface, quite uncomfortable, although it didn't bother me too much. I also felt it was a little cold, but it wasn't annoying either. In fact, despite of the uncomfortableness of the place I was in, I was... comfortable? No, I wasn't comfortable, but in a kind of state of numbness that wasn't too unpleasant.

"I don't know the cause of death yet, Liz." I heard a man saying. "I have to do the autopsy to find it out."

Autopsy? What autopsy? Where the hell was I? Who had died?

"Alright, Tom. The Gilberts are here. They want to see them for the last time before the funeral." That was Sheriff Forbes' voice. She was Caroline's mother. What the hell was my family doing here? Maybe I was dead? But that was impossible, because I was there, thinking, feeling what there was around me. But, yet, a Gilbert had died and if that Gilbert wasn't me... then that meant my mother was dead.

Panic took me over. I wasnted to get up and check my mother was alive and safe by myself, but no a single of my body's mucles moved the slightlest.

More noises of people passing by were produced around me, but an especific sound stressed among all of them: a woman's sob next to me. After a minute, the woman spoke: "Oh my God, Elena, what happened to you?" That was my mom's voice! That meant she was perfectly fine but added a question to the list again: who was dead then?

Besides me, my family kept crying heartbroken. "She looks... asleep." That was Jeremy. His voice wasn't clear because of the crying, but it was him. The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was to get up, tell him I was awaken and that everything was going to be okay while I hugged him for dear life. But I couldn't. None of my body's muscles moved, no matter how much my brain ordered them to. In fact, it seemed that even my heart wasn't beating in my chest either. I always had been able to feel my heartbeats, specially when I was lying and unmoving, but in that moment I felt... nothing. Maybe it was true I was dead after all. Maybe when we die we slip in a kind of trance where we can't move until our brain finally switches off. I didn't know. The only thing I knew was that my brain was fighting a battle against my body to make it obey, but, yet I didn't success. And that was killing me (that wasn't on purpose). If I wasn't going to be able to be able to sit up and console my family, it'd be better that it was over as soon as possible, because it was horrible.

While that bottle was going on in my body, the people around it kept talking I heart my dad saying:

"Liz, promise us that you will find the responsible of this."

"Of course, Grayson. This isn't staying like that. Consider it done. Now you have to go it's getting late. The autopsy will take place tomorrow."

The word 'autopsy' made me feel sick. I hoped I was completely dead when it happened, because, although I couldn't move, I could feel everything around me: the cold metallic surface I was lying on, the thin fabric that covered almost my whole body, the ankle brace, I could even feel the heat that irradiated from my family's bodies, who, by the way, were leaving right then despite Jeremy's protests. That broke my unbeating heart and filled me with frustration, but I could do nothing.

When my family left, escorted by the Sheriff, everything went silent and dark (although my eyes were closed, the light filtered through my eyelids). During what seemed hours, I lied in the same position. I had already given up on trying to move. It was useless, although seldom I tried to move to see if I was lucky. I wasn't.

But, about the hundreth time I tried, my index finger moved slightly. My mind was like a huge party and I carried on with my attempts, this time little by little. It reminded me of the film Kill Bill, when Uma Thurman wakes up after being shot and she's paraplegic, so she was trying to move her toes for hours. Well, that was the same. Little by little, my ability to move increased until I was able to sit up and open my eyes. I was on a metallic strecher, in an autopsy room. But it wasn't like the ones you saw on CSI or any other TV series. The appereance of that was dirty and gave you the feeling it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. It was disgusting.

Ignoring what surrounded me, I focused on getting out of there. Very carefully, I rested my feet on the floor whyle my hands held the strecher tightly to not fall. When I was sure my kneew wouldn't fail me too much, I stepped a little foward. Then I did it again, and again, and again until I got in fits and starts to the door. Next to me and near the elevator, there was another door with an exit sign above it. I didn't want to take the risk of being caught, so I decided to go out over it.

The door leaded to a Mystic Falls' hospital's alleway. It was empty excepting two boys who were fighting. One of them had a knife that used to cut the other one's wrist. The last one screamed in pain and rage:

"What the fuck are you doing, man? You've just cut my fucking wrist!" He yelled while he crouched down because of the pain.

The other one, ignoring his parter's complains, took advantage of his position to slice his neck. I covered my mouth to keep me from screaming and risking being caught. After that, I almost preferred the autopsy room.

Once the attacker had ended the other one's lifem he took him in his arms, looked at me and started getting closer to me while saying:

"You are Elena, right?" He asked me while he fixed his eyes on mine. That scared the hell out of me. Those eyes were empty, they had no emotion, like a puppet's ones. I simply nodded, too terrified to form a single word. He took it as a good sign and continued stepping closer to me holding his partner's bleeding writs saying: "This is for you."

I should have felt disgusted, I know. But when my eyes caught the glimpse of the dark, red blood, everything stopped. I couldn't help but feeling attracted towards it and the more I focused on it, the more I felt its attraction. I could even catch its delicious scent. I had never smelt something like that. It was better than the most delicious food on Earth. It was something irresistible,

I didn't care anymore about the man's knife or what he had done with it. I got closer to the wrist he offered me and grabbed it tightly. I couldn't resist the temptation of satisfying my morbid curiosity and licked the poor man's wrist softly.

It was even better than I had imagined. It was sweet, but not sickly; spicy, but not too much; slightly salty, without being unpleasant, the opposite. In fact, that simple lick wasn't enough for me and I found myself sucking his wrist deeply until there was nothing left to drink.

The man kept staring at me with those empty eyes when I was done. For a brief moment, I thought of taking his knife an slicing his neck too. It wasn't necessary. His voice dragged me out of my dark thoughts:

"Do you want more?" He asked with a voice that was as emotionless as his eyes.

I nodded anxiously. It didn't matter how much it would cost me. I just knew I wanted more, much more.

He took the knife and opened one of his wrist's veins with no winces. I didn't care about the possibility of that man dying. I just wanted the fortifying, scarlet liquid that emanated from his wrist. With a voracity that wasn't normal on me, I grabbed his wrist tightly and drank deeply until there was nothing left of him. When I was done, I dropped the body aside and ran my hand on my lips to wipe the remainings of blood from it.

It was then when I felt it. My hand brushed a pair of tips of something sharp that left two light scratches. When I passed my tongue on my teeth, I felt my fangs were longer than usual. I touched them softly with my finger and they sharpened even more. With a bit of curiosity, I pressed my finger against my right fang and I discovered it had perforated my skin.

"Ouch!" I complained, although it didn't hurt that much, but I wasn't expecting it. I stared, dazed, at my finger and, to my surprise, the wound had healed within seconds. "Wow." I whispered. "That's cool!"

I looked around me. There was no one at the dark alley. I was surprised I could see so well, given that it was a dark night. In fact, I saw as well as in a clear day.

I started walking, now with no problem. The blood had given me the energy I was craving. I barely stumbled with the men I had just killed and the I headed towards the main street with no defined direction.