Welcome reader! Just a few words, before you read this chapter.

So: the idea for this story was stuck in my head, for a long time and I finally decided to share it with you. As you will, for shore, notice English is not my mother tongue, so please bear with me if there are any mistakes in the text. Also this is my first fanfiction, so please let me know what you think about it, by clicking the review button. Here you go.

Chapter 1

A man with coal-like dark hair, dressed in black was sitting at a huge, old looking table in the board room, tapping his fingers nervously and glancing at the clock, like he was waiting for something to happen. The other people in the room were, unlike him, standing and talking to each other loudly even thought it was still early. He knew what they were talking about. This was the first time that they have come over something they never knew existed. He let himself smile, wondering what kind of theories they are going to have for this one. For their last unknown specimen it turned out to be just a very confused werewolf. He never forged stories on rumours, it would be unprofessional.

The sound of door opening was what brought him from his thoughts and he focused his eyes on the man who entered. He was dressed in a white robe with a badge which said: Richard Blakemore -The director of the Centre for researches of species or CRS on short. He looked around forty fife years old, with his greying hair, but Damon knew better than to guess his real age. Employees hurried to their chairs and the room grew silent.

"Thank you for coming on such a short notice" Blakemore said, but didn't bother to sit. "As you may have heard, we received a very special case last night. A specimen of a kind unknown to us yet, something that hasn't happened in last eighty years, so you should all understand that learning about this specimen is our first priority in the moment." He scanned over them with a hard expression on his face. "Due to this circumstances, some other researches will be put on hold or will be slowed down." He stopped for a second till all of the groans died down and the room was covered in silence again. "At the end of this meeting you will be given plans for your researches. But now we have to focus on our newest acquisition. I have selected a head of the new research on the strength of experiences and achievements. This person will be the only one apart from me who will have the access to the specimen. His job will be determining everything about the research, and report back to me about his findings. I expect that if he asks for some help you will give it to him in order to quicken the process. " He paused again to look at the man dressed in black. "The head of this research will be Damon Salvatore, I will choose his two helpers when he will need them. I will not except any complains. My decision is final." Damon didn't even blink when he felt himself being dismembered by the looks of almost every person at the table. "This is all for now" Blakemore continued. "You can come to get your plans… O, and Damon, wait for me in my office… We have to talk about your new occupation."

Damon nodded, stood up and found his way to the door not bothered by his still unfriendly co-workers. He was used of them being jealous, and he could understand why. This was an extremely important case, but they could know that he will be the one to get in, based on this, that he was working here for over a hundred years, from the day the CRS opened its door. The whole purpose of this centre was to provide safety for the community of vampires. They were trying to create a vaccine so that they would be immune to werewolf bites, for example. They will have to make sure that this new specimen is not dangerous to them, or if it is what can protect you from it and found as many information about this new species as possible.

He wasn't even waiting for three minutes, when his boss came. They were working together for a really long time, before the council voted him and he became a director, but they never talked a lot. It wasn't personal, just about Blackmore's approach really.

"So Damon" Blakemore said after he congratulated him on his new research. "I just wanted to make sure you realize that we have to get results of this research as soon as we can, and that you will use all the means we have and be as impartial as possible. Don't let anything hold you back, this thing could be the death of us all."

"Of course, sir. I fully understand the situation" Damon stated through his teeth. This is why they didn't really get along. Many vampires thought the same as Blackmore. They thought of their kind as the best kind, which should overpower all other species, which meant nothing to them if they weren't dangerous. Although he didn't complain over the position of the vampires, he hated this kind of thinking. It was wrong.

"Alright then, the specimens file has number 121, it is based in room 57…" He turned around, found a key with the right number and gave it to him. "There you go… I will hear from you soon."

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His footsteps echoed through the white corridor and the fluorescent lights were gently flashing above his coal-like hair. He hated this place; it felt wrong. It was too bright, too clean, and smelled kind of like hospital, but it was exactly what it needed to be like.

It didn't bother him like it usually did thought. He was already dressed in his white robe uniform, curious and excited for what he was about to see. Nobody told him anything about the specimen yet. It was the policy here. Only the researchers on the same case could talk to each other about it.

He allowed himself to look to his right, as he started to pass by at least fifty white, heavy door made of metal, with large black numbers painted on them. On every two of those stood a man and nodded to him as he hurried by. He didn't even bother to nod back. …..54…..55…..56….57. He stopped in front of the right ones, looked at them and put on his gloves. Better safe than sorry. There was a small peephole in the door but he didn't want to ruin himself a surprise. He took a deep breath before opening them.

Nothing could prepare him for what he saw in the moment he stepped in to the room. Across it in its corner sat a teenage girl, already dressed in a lightly green hospital nightgown, shaking. What made him freeze thought, were her white wings, wrapped around her.

He believed in God, kind of. He believed in the last judgement, hell and heaven. Now he was looking at the angel. He just couldn't believe it. After all those years someone finally decided to send him a sign? Or she was just a first specimen of new kind? He heard rumours and stories about angels in last year, mostly told by people and he never even thought they could be real.

He stared at the angel who hasn't noticed him yet. She looked young; her long brown hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders and the wings that gave her beauty a mysterious appearance. He jumped as he heard a loud noise of the shutting door. The girl finally lifted her face form her knees and looked at him still visibly trembling and crying, her face full of fear and grief. He was used to specimens being scared, but it was grief that surprised him. She also looked in shock, but he had to get his answers. He walked to her slowly not wanting to scare her more, and squat on the floor about a step away. She didn't make a sound or move a muscle, her eyes following every move he made. He reached out and stroked one of her wings, making her try to get further away from him and squeezing in the corner. He couldn't help himself; he needed to make sure she was real.

"How did you get here?" His voice was quiet but determined.

"I- I don't know" The girl stated, but before she could ask him anything he interrupted her.

"Did someone send you?"

She faced him, still silently crying. "What are you t-talking about?"

God, why couldn't she just answer the simplest question? He grabbed her by her shoulders, frustrated, his voice getting louder. "What are you doing here?" he practically jelled. "Why did they send you?"

The girl was terrified at this point as she screamed, now shuddering even more. "I don't know, OK?!" He stopped yelling and looked at her face covered in tears. "I-It was water. I don't know w-what happened to them… I couldn't breathe."

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AGirlThatDaresToDream