TEMPTATIONS

Chapter One

The Italian Lifestyle

AN:

Note that Florence changed her name in the late 1930's to Hazel Florence Salvatore. But her birth name was Florence Hazel Salvatore.

I have sort of re-written this fan fic if this makes sense. It's pretty much the same story not much has been changed from the original I posted aside from small things and the fact that I'm planning to make each chapter about 2000 words each instead of 6000 words. This chapter is just over 3500 words so most of the chapters after this will be shorter, not that it really matters.

The reason why I have re-written this is because my skills in writing these have changed a little and I really needed to figure out Hazel's person timeline – that's pretty much what she's been doing since 1830 to now – so enjoy and review if you want and if you don't I don't mind at all.

For those that have read the original TEMPTATIONS I posted you can pretty much skip to Chapter 15 which is titled The Travis Chapter of My Life since it is practically the same but you're welcome to read it all over again.

I also will be having small parts in Italian so if it's the wrong translation I'm sorry. If what Hazel says in Italian isn't in the story I will but it at the bottom so you can understand what she said.

Enjoy!

Hazel's POV…

I stepped over and around all the dead bodies in the ballroom of my grand Italian mansion. The mansion was located in the beautiful Italian country side just where I wanted it. As I stepped over the bodies I smiled when I saw a girl I was talking to earlier. She kept going on about how much her dress cost and how beautiful it was. Now she was dead.

A smile grew across my face as I recalled that memory. Suddenly one of my butlers stepped into the ballroom. He was new but he would understand quickly.

"What happened here?" he asked.

I suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You will clean this up without a word, if someone discovers you kill them then kill yourself," I said while staring deep into his eyes.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do today Miss Salvatore," he asked in a dull tone.

"No," I replied before leaving the ballroom.

I stepped into the grand foyer before walking under the giant crystal chandelier and up the grand staircase. Once at the top of the stairs I continued to the master bedroom, my bedroom of course.

When I stepped into the master bedroom it was spacious and had an old feel to it. Along the parallel wall to the one with the doors I just walked through was a super king, four poster bed with red silk curtains. Along the wall to my right was a room around the same size of a regular small bedroom, this was my walk-in-wardrobe. This is where all my clothes and shoes were and there were a lot. Opposite that room was the bathroom which was technically part of the master bedroom because there was no wall that separated the two rooms like the master bedroom and the walk-in-wardrobe. The bathroom was massive with a huge shower and bath tub, plus there was also a huge basin area for all the things I needed to put in there.

I closed the doors to my master bedroom. There were two doors instead of one door. I walked towards the bathroom and as I walked I removed my dress which was now covered in blood. In a matter of minutes I was wearing nothing and was stepping in the shower. The blood and the feeling of talking like away from someone wasn't the best part of the parties I held. It wasn't the fact that no one could ever pin point me as the killer. It was the fact that whatever they owned, that I felt like keeping, was now mine. Their money, their clothes, their shoes and their cars were all mine now. I loved the cars the most.

After the shower, which got rid of every piece of dried and wet blood of my skin, I walked through my room to the walk-in-wardrobe. I didn't care about the fact that I was naked because no one was allowed in my room ever. Well aside from one of my butlers but he knew not to come in here if the doors were closed and he was compelled to have no emotional feelings for me. I only wish I could do that to someone else.

I quickly found something more comfortable to wear that I could sleep in. after getting dressed I walked back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. I could have killed a whole town because I was pumped but I had been doing the same thing year in, year out and I wanted something new, something fun. As soon as my eyes closed I drifted into sleep and was consumed by dreams of the past.

As a vampire it was common to have dreams or nightmares of memories of the past.

1849…

I sat in a carriage drawn by two horses, one brown and one black. As I sat there with my handmaiden to my side I felt excited. I hadn't been back here in a long time and I was looking forward to it. This trip would be a little more fun than last time.

"Do you think he will remember you?" my handmaiden asked.

I looked sharply at my handmaiden. I didn't like people talking to me and asking me questions unless I allowed them too.

"Of course he will remember me, but I could always make him," I replied.

My handmaiden, Chantal, nodded.

"And the bracelet is it working well?" Chantal asked.

"Yes it is working well," I replied as I looked away from her.

Chantal was a dear friend of mine, my best friend and even though I was a vampire now she couldn't hate me no matter how evil I was now. We were still best friends and Chantal wanted me to turn my emotions back on. I didn't want the emotions back because I liked being evil and having none but she knew how to make them come back. I was lucky to have a friend like Chantal because she was a witch and even though she hated the fact that I was vampire she was trying her hardest to get my emotions on and I loved her for trying.

When the carriage eventually stopped we had stopped outside a huge mansion – not as big as the one I owned now but big enough – it was beautiful but it wasn't the thing I was staring at. Standing in front of the front door was a little boy. Even though I had limited emotions on I couldn't help but smile and feel happy because the little boy standing there smiled at me.

Chantal believed that bringing me back here would bring my emotions fully back – at the moment they were fifty/fifty – Chantal was right. If I spent enough time with my cousin those emotions would reappear because I couldn't be the evil, bloodthirsty, cold hearted vampire around him. Plus this would be the last time I would ever get to see him. Since I didn't age anymore I wouldn't be able to come back after this because they would notice something.

He ran down the stairs of the mansion and ran up to me. He gave me a hug which meant I had to bend down little since he was smaller than me. As he hugged me I felt almost nothing because the small things were practically nothing now but I felt something in my chest which only could be regret. Damn these emotions and Chantal.

"That is no way to treat a lady," a man at the top of the stairs said as he stepped outside.

He was an older man and the father of my cousin, my uncle. My cousin stepped away and straightened his clothes.

"I am sorry," he said with his sweet voice.

"That is alright," I replied as I fixed up his raven hack hair.

"Florence Hazel Salvatore, how long has it been," my uncle asked.

"A couple of year, Mr Salvatore," I said as I walked towards the stairs.

"You are family, you may call me Giuseppe," he said.

I looked down at Damon who had grabbed my hand as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I smiled down at him. I looked back up at my uncle as I walked up the stairs. My uncle was standing beside the front door as I continued up the stairs. Everything thing seemed to slow down after that. Every second felt like ten.

"Please come inside Miss Salvatore," my uncle said.

I let the breath I was holding in out as I stepped across the threshold into the mansion. Once inside my uncle said that I should go to the guest room I would be staying in. apparently I would feel tried after my long trip. But I didn't want to go to sleep. I wanted to see my little cousin I had heard so much about. So we went into little Stefan's room instead.

Stefan hadn't been born when I last visited so this would the first time I would have seen him. Stefan was roughly two years old now but I knew he wouldn't remember me after this visit which saddened me a little. Memories were so important and if he didn't remember me now that meant he would never know me.

"Is he not the cutest thing you have ever seen?" I whispered as we stared down at Stefan sleeping.

"But not as cute as me, right?" Damon whisper/asked.

"Of course not, you will always be the cutest cousin I have," I said as I looked down at down. "But Stefan might be a little cuter," I teased as I looked back at Stefan.

"Do not be mean cousin Florence," Damon said as he hit me lightly.

He didn't have the strength to hit me hard and it wouldn't have made a difference if it did.

"Damon," his father warned.

"Sorry father," he said as he faced his father. "Sorry, Florence," he said as he turned back to me.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and smiled. I didn't mind but I knew that my uncle was trying to raise his son and future son's with manners. I didn't have a father to teach me manners and my mother hadn't tried very hard. Ever since the first time I visited my uncle and Damon I had always caused problems with their relationship and I knew in the future that any hostility between them would be because I started it all.

I woke suddenly, I finally knew how to have some fun and with whom I could have it with. I knew of a Katherine or Katerina that turned my cousins and the only reason why I didn't do anything was because I wanted to do it myself. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran to my bedroom door. I raced down the hall towards the small bedroom on the ground level of my mansion. I pushed the door open without knocking.

"Hazel," the young man said as he suddenly woke up.

"This isn't the time to tell me how much you love me, I get it, I need you to find someone for me," I said.

"Okay, okay," he mumbled as he scrambled out of his bed.

He only wore tight boxer shorts. I shook my head when I saw this. I had no feeling for this man anymore but sometimes he made me laugh and sometimes I had no idea what he thought before he got out of bed. He scrambled across the room and quickly opened a laptop which was still on since it glowed when he pushed the screen up.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"Damon Salvatore, turned in the year 1864 by a Katherine Pierce," I said.

"Okay, give me a minute," he said.

He quickly started to tap away on the keys of the laptop before he stopped.

"Born in Mystic Falls…" he started.

"I know, I know, what was his last know location?" I asked.

"Last location," he mumbled to himself as he looked. "He was last spotted in New York in the seventies," he said as he faced me.

That doesn't really help, that was like forty years ago, maybe his brother might help, I thought.

"And his brother," I asked.

"Okay."

After a few clicks and taps of the laptop he found Stefan.

"The small town of Mystic Falls continues to pop up a lot of his record, he seems to visit the town every few decades," he said.

"If one is there the other will follow," I said to myself.

I walked over to him and he stood in front of me. I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He continued to stand there like a love stuck idiot. One advantage of a vampire with a sire bond to you, they will do anything for you.

I walked away from his room cheerfully. I finally had something to do and both my cousins were involved.

"Samson," I called out.

"Yes Miss Salvatore," he said as he stepped into the hallway where I was.

This part of the mansion was where all my staff slept and all that stuff. It was out of the way but close to most of the big rooms like the ballroom, the dining room and the kitchen for easy access.

"Pack my bags, get the car ready and call the airport, I'm leaving the country," I said.

"Yes miss," Samson replied before nodding. "Will you be travelling alone?" he asked.

I thought about it for a second.

"Yes," I said.

There was no need to bring that love struck idiot or anyone else along plus someone was going to have to stay behind and look after my mansion and he would do whatever I wanted. I headed up to my bedroom with Damon so he could pack my bags. Samson was the butler that was allowed in my room. As we walked Samson was on the phone with airport. The reason why I liked Samson over everyone else was because he wasn't stupid. He knew what to do and when to do it. I didn't have to compel him to call the airport; he just knew when to do that.

When we got to my room we headed into the walk-in-wardrobe, the first thing I did was look for an outfit to wear today. I decided on a light grey/blue Italian suit tailored to my body specs. I had a personal trailer that made the best suits and dresses. I decided that a suit would be more practical that a dress.

I would often get blood on anything I wore and I would often throw them away after that because I didn't care. But for my trip I decided to pack clothes I could get blood out of and if I wanted something special I could ring Samson and have him end it over.

After having Samson pack the clothes I sent him down to the garage with my clothes while I had a shower and got changed. I was going to miss this place but I was a vampire so I would be back and with a vampire house keeper I knew it would always be here. I stepped out of the shower, dried myself and got into the Italian suit. When I got the suit on I turned to the mirror and fixed up my dark brown very close to black shoulder length hair. I smiled when I started into the mirror into my eyes. I had the same coloured eyes as Damon, ice cold blue. This really made my eyes stand out when my eyes changed into their vampire form.

Shortly after that I headed down to the garage. I had already told Samson what car I wanted to take. It was an important decision because since my private jet could carry a car that meant that the car I choose now would be my car while I was in the states.

I decided on the 2010 German built Audi R8 V10 5.2 FSI Quattro – and yes I knew that name off the top of my head – it was painted a metallic ice silver colour with black carbon fibre side blades, the interior was black leather with white trimmings.

Samson stood beside the Audi as I walked over to him from the garage door. I got onto my Audi and said goodbye to Samson. I told him to watch Travis, the vampire sired to me. If he wreaked any part of my mansion he would no longer have the right to live here and I would come back to kill him myself.

I started the engine and drove out of the garage passing all my countless other cars, the Lamborghini's, the Ferrari's and even the Bugatti I owned.

I headed away from my mansion and towards the airport where my private jet and private hanger was. I would miss my mansion but it had got boring over the last couple of years and I had been living in fear way to long. Hopefully my cousins would bring more fun. But if they didn't I could always come back but I was really hoping that my cousins would have something fun for me to do after they find out I'm not dead.

When I arrived at the airport my private jet was ready and opened so all I had to do was drive my Audi inside the jet and they would be ready to leave. But instead of driving my car into the jet myself I got someone else too so I could tell the pilots where they were going. Since Mystic Falls wasn't big enough to have an airport itself I had to pick the closet town that did which meant I would have to drive to Mystic Falls. This I didn't mind at all, I loved driving.

Once the jet was in the air I decided to sleep during the flight. Yet again my dreams were filled with memories of the past.

1849…

I stood in the middle of the woods not to close to any houses but not too far away either. I had my arms wrapped around a young male while my fangs were buried in his neck. As I drained the life from him I felt stronger. When he was dead I let him fall to the ground. I had managed not to get any blood on my dress which would be hard to explain, but this wasn't my biggest problem.

"Florence," a sweet young voice asked.

I turned to see Damon standing a few feet away. He was shaking because it was cold while I felt nothing. His eyes were fixed on the dead body before they slowly came to my face and my eyes. He gasped in shock and ran away. It didn't take me long to stop him. I appeared in front of him on my knees and he stopped. He tried to run in the opposite direction but I grabbed his arms and held him in front of me. I looked at his eyes which were firmly closed with tears spilling down his face. He was scared I was going to hurt or kill him but I would never do that.

"Open your eyes Damon," I said.

"You're a monster," he whispered shakily.

"No Damon I'm your cousin, please look at me," I said.

Damon slowly opened his eyes and when he did I stared into his eyes. I couldn't have him telling everyone what I was. I loved Damon but I loved being alive more.

"You will forget seeing that dead body, you will forget seeing me as a monster, I will be your cousin that loves you, you will go home and remember you come out here for a late night walk and you only saw the normal trees and wildlife," I said before stopping to take in a breathe. "You will forget me telling you these things and you will forget seeing my out here," I finished. "Good night Damon," I said while he was still in a trance.

I kissed him lightly on the forehead before I disappeared from his view but I watched from a distance as Damon looked around for a little before he pulled his arms around his body and headed back to his father's mansion. That was the first moment I felt more than fifty per cent of my emotions on as the tears ran down my face. I hated compelling Damon but there wasn't anything else I could do.

I woke as the jet landed onto the ground with a thud. I fixed myself up and waited for the jet to stop and as soon as the jet stopped I got to my feet and made my way to the door. As soon as my Audi was driven out of the jet and the customs people were compelled and dealt with I got in and left. I did tell the pilots to fly back to Italy. I didn't trust anyone here to look after my jet.

It was close to the middle of the night when I got on the road and headed towards Mystic Falls. I didn't have any trouble getting there. But I did get the instant feeling that I was going to have a lot of fun here.

I appeared to be eighteen but technically I was turned when I was nineteen but I didn't mind because I could always pass for seventeen year old and the only reason why that would be needed is for school. The younger I was when I enrolled the longer I could stay here, that is if I wanted to go to school. There was no way in hell I was going to be forced to go to school again.

AN: So you're not confused this is starting from the start of season one.