Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries or the characters. So I got this idea in a dream and decided to write it down. Let me know if I should continue with it

The sky turned into a dark mix of black and grey as I turned the key in the lock to close the bar for the night. I'd been working here since I graduated high school to support Jeremy and I after our parents' untimely death. The police blamed it on a car accident but Jeremy and I were always suspicious. Something drove our parents off the road that night; we just didn't have any evidence to support it.

"No! No, I'm sorry please don't!" I heard someone shout from the alley.

No one was ever out this late. Most people would just walk away but no, I had to go and check it out.

Four men all dressed in black were standing around one man on his knees begging. I assumed he was begging for his life since the four men were each holding guns aimed at his head. I recognized them immediately. They came into the bar a lot but never cause any trouble. Occasionally a fight would happen between them and another guy but it always resolved quickly. No one messed with them because they belonged to the mafia led by Damon Salvatore and his brother Stefan. They lived right outside of town in a mansion surrounded by armed guards.

"You said that last time." One of the men said moving the gun closer to his head. "How do we know we can trust you? Klaus do you think we can trust him?"

"You know what Damon? I don't think we can. He's a lose end and you know how much we hate those," the man named Klaus said.

"No please don't!" the man begged. I recognized him. I didn't know him personally but he came into the bar a few times. His name was Jonathon and he always seemed nice, not the kind to get involved with these men.

Before the man had a chance to say anything else, Klaus fired the gun and the man's lifeless body fell towards the hard ground.

I was frozen in place, I just watched a man die and I didn't do anything about it. I need to get out of here. If they see me I'll be dead. Just as I was about to turn away one of the men turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. I panicked and ran towards my car and drove away as quickly as possible. Maybe the man didn't see me. It was probably too dark.

I drove home so fast I was surprised that I didn't get pulled over for speeding. I pulled into our driveway and ran inside. I was breathing heavy and my heard was pounding. I just witnessed a murder. Not only that, but if that man saw me I'm now on the top of their hit list. I need to go to the police. No I can't if I go then they know I saw them. I just have to lay low for a while and it will go away.

"Elena?" I jumped as Jeremy called me from the kitchen. He casually walked into the room but stopped when he saw my scared face. I guess I wasn't as good at concealing it as I thought I was. "Elena what's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm fine," I lied. I couldn't get Jeremy involved in this. It would get him in trouble and it was my job to protect him.

"Did something happen at work? I swear if those guys hit on you again…"

"No it's not that. I just had a rough day, that's all."

"Alright, but are you sure you're ok?" Jeremy asked genuinely concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine I'm just going to go up to bed ok?"

"Ok good night." He said.

"Goodnight Jeremy," I responded walking upstairs.

"I love you Elena." He called from downstairs.

"I love you too." I answered. I can't go to the police. I need to protect Jeremy and announcing that I have dirt on the Salvatores won't exactly help him.

I woke up the next morning and for a second, I forgot about all my problems. Then they all came rushing back to me and I felt like crying, but I had to stay strong for Jeremy. I can't let him know anything is wrong.

"Good morning 'Lena" Jeremy greeted me as soon as a dragged myself into the kitchen.

"You ready for school?" I asked making myself coffee.

"Yes Ms. Gilbert." He mocked.

I laughed it off and continued making food. Jeremy grabbed his backpack that was overflowing with books and walked out the door. I was alone in this empty house.

Somehow I managed to get myself together and go to work. I had the late shift again today and it was my job to close up the bar. I planned on heading straight home after.

I spent all night pouring drinks for people but none of them were the people from last night. As the night went on I became less and less worried. Maybe they didn't see me after all. It was all just my imagination.

The night was almost over and I was wiping the bar down when I heard the door open.

"Sorry we're closed," I said turning around to greet the men who had walked in. I froze when I saw who they were. Standing right in front of me were the exact men who had killed an innocent man the night before.

"I think you can spare a few minutes of your time to give us a few beers," a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes commanded.

"Alright," I said quietly walking back towards the bar.

"What's your name?" the man named Klaus asked.

"Uh I'm Elena," I whispered.

"Well Elena I have a question for you," he said leaning towards the bar looking me straight in the eyes, "you see I have a problem. I did something bad and someone happened to see it. She could go to the cops and you can see how that would be a big problem for me."

He continued to stare into my eyes and I tried to look away but he continued to stare at me. I should have gone to the police when I had the chance. Maybe they could have protected me.

"The girl looks a lot like you actually. The same brown hair and eyes," Klaus twisted my hair around his finger.

"Don't touch me," I said trying to sound brave but in reality I was terrified.

"Come on Klaus she clearly doesn't know anything. Sorry for bothering you," the man with black hair said mysteriously.

They started to walk out of the bar and I continued whipping down the bar. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Turning my back to the door was a big mistake. I felt someone wrap his arm around my neck. They had a knife in their hand and it was being held dangerously close to my throat.

"You didn't think we would let you go that easily did you?" the man whispered in my ear and spun me around so I was facing him.

"Please don't do this," I begged.

"You know I like you Elena, there could be more to you. I could show you the dark side. You would like it I promise."

"I think I'll pass but thanks," I spat at him.

"Pretty little Elena, tell me what you saw," he said bringing his face closer to my throat. His lips just barely missed my throat as his moved his face up to my check.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I whimpered.

"I think you do, come on Elena. You know you want to tell me," the dark haired man started brushing the hair out of my face with his knife. I tried to move but the man held my waist in an iron tight grip.

"Damon she's not going to talk. Well at least not here," Klaus commented.

"You know Elena it didn't have to be this way. Well maybe it did," Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out a wet white cloth.

"No!" I shouted trying to break free but he pressed the cloth over my mouth and the world went black and I felt myself fall into a strong pair of arms.