I have once watch an episode of The Vampire Diaries with my older sister Kayla. She is crazy about the show. Somehow it is strange that things that happened to me didn´t happened to her. Why me? But I guess I need to tell the story from the start. A story about how I dissappeared from this world to an another.

So, here it begins:

"Come on Cindy, I promise you that you will love the show." she said to me before we watched the episode.

"But it seems scary." I complained.

"Oh I forgot what a baby you are." Kayla teased.

And of course I did as every eight year old would do with comments like that from their sibling; prove they are wrong. I was not a baby.

So we watched an episode. For me it was 40 minutes of horror. The episode included much blood, a terrible vampire named Klaus that wanted to sacrifice a beautiful girl to break a curse. And then it was this other vampire, Elijah. Elijah was less scarier than his brother Klaus. It seems like he helped the girl and the two vampire brothers Stefan and Damon.

That night my dreams were about Klaus and Elijah. I dream that I was standing in front of the and they looked at me with a suprised look. It was like they knew me but hadn´t seen me in a long time.

I woke up in the middle of the night that my body was shaking.

"It was just a dream. It was just a dream." I mumbled to myself and then fell asleep again as soon as I calmed myself down.

The next morning I woke up to my moms voice.

"Wake up sweetie. You will be late to school." she said.

I yawned and got up from the bed, brushed my teeth and ate breakfast together with mom and Kayla. This was a special day.

"So you are going to the art museum with class today, honey?" mom asked with a smile.

I nicked to her as I took a bite from my sandwish. I was happy today. I have waited so long for going to see real art. I loved art.

"Well, hurry up. The school bus is soon here. Eat up and take your outdoor clothes on."

I did as my mother told me.

"Have a fun day, sweetie. I´m so happy for you. Love you." mom said behind my back as I ran out through the door. The bus would come in one minute.

"Love you too." I told her and ran over the street. At the same time I heard my mother scream my name, felt something that hit me fast and a cold darkness that overwhelmed me. I was dead.

My head hurts and I am cold. It is dark and the only thing that I can see is the moon shining in the skye.

"Mom?" I mumbles and start to sit up and look around me.

"Mom?" I say a little bit louder. "Kayla?"

No answer. I am frightned. Where am I?

I take some steps with my shaky legs. As I look around I realize I am at a graveyard. But it is not the graveyard that is at home. It has big blocks and as I walk I realize that it is like a labyrint. I panic and starts to cry as my arms is hugging my knees.

"Mom!" I cry out in the dark. "Mom I´m here."

Still no answer.

I continue to hide my head in my arms. It feels like my tears never stops.

Suddenly I hear someone take a few steps in front of me.

"Hey, kid, what the hell are you doing out here? Do you have any idea what night it is?" a male voice almost scolding me.

I look up to him.

"I…I need to find my mom."

"Well, I guess she is not here. I haven´t seen anyone here tonight. I will help you find her but right now we need to go before the wolves find us."

"I am not allowed to go with strangers."

He sighs.

"Well, I´m Marcel Gerrard. What is your name, kid?"

"I´m Cindy Day. I´m eight years old."

"Well, Cindy. We are not strangers anymore. You need to come with me before we will be wolf food."

"But…"

He ignored my protests and lift me up and then it felt like a was a bullet that flew forward.

After one minute Marcel stopped. I opened my closed eyes. My arms was around Marcels neck.

"It´s ok, kid. It is safe here." He said as he walked in a building and upstairs. He then opened a door to an apartment.

"Where…where am I? I need to go home." I said as he let me down.

"Oh no. You are not going anywhere until tomorrow when it is safe. THEN i will take you home." He said. "Where do you live?"

"On Baker Street." I answered.

He looked at me with a strange look.

"Baker Street. Is it nearby here at the French Quarters? I have never heard of that address before."

"Baker Street, It lies almost at the Golden Gate Park." I said, proud to explain where I lived in the same way as my mother always did when someone asked her where we lived.

"Golden Gate Park? Like in San Fransisco?"

"Uhm, yes?" I said.

"Well. It takes some time to get there." Marcel said. "Do you know what city your in now?"

"Of course. I´m in San Fransisco." I said confused over the question.

He sighed.

"You´re in New Orleans. Don´t you remember how you got here?"

Now I was really confused. I didn´t remember anything or how I got here at the first place.

"Oh." I said quietly and looked down. My tears started to well up again.

"Hey, hey. It´s ok honey. We will find your mom tomorrow. Okay? I will not hurt you."

I nicked and then he gave me a hug. He then carried me to a bed where he laid me down. He was about to walk out the room.

"Please stay." I said.

He smiled and sat down at the bedside.

I woke up the next day to voices outside the bedroom.

"Well, Marcel. The witches will conspiracy against me. Of course I can´t let that happen."

It was a male voice with a british accent. It sounded familiar.

"There are rules for th withces to follow. Any sign of witchcraft and they will be punished with death." Marcel said.

I got up from bed and opened the door quietly. They continued to talk about witches.

"Marcel, don´t you think it is rude to not introduce your little friend to me?" the british male voice said. I swallowed.

"Come out Cindy. It´s ok." Marcel said.

I opened the door and the man with the british voice smiled and walked over to me. He looked very familiar. Very, very familiar.

"Hey, don´t scare her, Klaus." Marcel said.

Wait. Wait a minute. No. No it is not possible. My hear started to race.

"Klaus Mikaelson." I almost whispered in fear.

"Oh, so you have heard of me child." He said.

My legs where shaking as I realised I surely was dreaming and I started to grasp my arm to wake myself up.

"Back off Klaus. You´re scaring her." Marcel said and in a less of one second he stood between me and the, what Kayla have told me, the most powerful vampire in the world. One of the Originals.