Well here you go guys, I hope you enjoy your reading!
UPDATE: This chapter has had some changes made to it as of 8/20/2014
Summary: Arielle Masen is a very unique immortal vampire, the only one left of her kind (or so she believes), who has the ability to wield powers unknown by many. She knows of all the old histories, the whispers in the night, the ghost stories and the long buried pasts that were never known to exist. However, when she believes that her dear friend Stefan has been captured for an unknown reason, Arielle gets help from his brother Damon along with many of her other friends to find him, and finds out that no matter how hard you try, your past always comes back to get you,.
Prologue:
"Whoa!" Stacey Turner shrieked, an undetermined fear in her eyes.
"Stacey? What's…" Swallowed in darkness was a prone form, laid motionless on the dirty and soiled ground.
"He's, he's dead Camille." Her voice shook, and Camille felt the fright in it. Grasping her arm, which was lying limp at her side, Camille dragged her away.
"Let's get out of here Stace. Now!" Her mind was running on overload, and a sense of horror was settling over her. Snatching her hand away, Stacey lurked back towards the body.
"No, I have to…" Craning her neck around the corner, Stacey peered into the small crummy area. It was empty. No body, nothing. Stumbling back, the feeling of being squeezed from the insides out came over Stacey, and she began to feel dizzy. "Camille-"
A horrifying scream arose from the dead quiet, and when Stacey turned, Camille was pinned against the wall. A tall man was leaning over her, a sadistic smile overtaking his face. Before she could blink, his mouth was over Camille's throat. A scream was forming in her own throat, when suddenly another figure came out of the darkness. She was thin, with a curvy figure, long dark hair curling down her body. Her face appeared through a sliver of light, with young, clear features that were set with indifference.
In a move so quick and sudden that it made her jump against the wall in fear; the woman gave a bone breaking blow to the man's side, disconnecting him from Camille.
"Well, well. If it isn't Damon Salvatore preying on the innocent. Nice little act you got going for you, playing dead and all. Though, to be honest, I would have just left your ass there."
Damon let go of Camille fully, and turned around to face the woman. Camille slumped to the ground, and Stacey nosily ran to her side, though neither Damon nor the girl paid her any attention. Inspecting Camille's neck, Stacey bit back the bile in her throat as she realized that he'd been drinking her blood. Propping Camille against her side-she was too weak to do it herself- Stacey pressed her hand against the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
"Aww, Arielle. I was only gonna take a sip." Rolling her eyes, the shapely woman, who was Arielle, stepped daintily towards Camille and Stacey. As she reached out towards her, Stacey shrank back, pushing away from her. Arielle's hand lowered onto Camille's neck, and within a few short, frightening seconds, she lifted her hand, Camille's neck perfectly healed, dried blood crusted over.
Shaking her head exasperated, Arielle turned to face Damon with a sassy undertone. "Just a sip?" Uncaring of his answer, she faced Stacey again. Leaning over Camille, who was wearily trying to sit up, she gave her a quick, stern look that caught Camille for only a few seconds. Without so much as a thought, her gaze was on Stacey. Nothing was said, but a feeling overcame her and she felt dizzy all over again. "Honestly Damon, do I always have to clean up your messes?"