WARNING! Dark themes, adult language, violence, BDSM, dubious-consensual / non-consensual elements and explicit sex throughout the story so it is strongly M Rated. Please, do not read further if are not comfortable with scenes that involve such themes.

This "prologue" is nothing more than a mere introduction to a dark and twisted tale which is quite experimental since it's my first fanfic ever. Therefore, I'll have to ask you -the readers- to be as understanding as you possibly can if things are, perhaps, too "soft" at certain points. However, things will turn darker as the story unfolds. Or, at least, I'll try my best to write so.

This fanfiction was inspired mainly by the song "Snow White Queen" which belongs to Evanescence. I obviously don't own TVD or any character within that universe; however, I do own my OC, Angel Hyde, and any other OC that might appear in future chapters.

°° 16-11-2015 °° This story has been somehow re-written. Some parts have been added, deleted or modified a little bit from the original version in order to fit in my current writing style and the course in which I might be taking the fanfiction from now on. With some luck, I'll be updating soon.

DISCLAIMER: I do not promote any form of rape, abuse or violence in reality. I'm a writer and this is only a story, a fantasy and it should be taken as such…

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

"Collin, I'm not in the mood to go out right now!" I mumbled grudgingly as my roommate kept trying to drag me out of bed with a relentless tug on my arm for the hundredth time today.

"Aaannngggeeelllll!" His voice held that playfully whiny lilt that always made it so hard for people to refuse to anything he asked. "Pretty please?" He insisted, using that gallingly adorable pouty expression.

"You're so annoying!" A stubborn groan surpassed my lips before I pulled a downy pillow up over my head with my free hand. "No!"

"Come. On! You can't be in bed all day. I know that jerk dumped you but that doesn't mean you're dead," he spat out, instantly releasing my arm with an irritated huff.

"Go fuck yourself, Evans," my snarky retort stumbled out from underneath the frothy cushion even though I knew he was right at some point.

"Oh, really?! Enough of this! C'mere."

Irritated by my insubordinate behavior, he threw the pillow away without much effort, albeit I'd put up resistance, and shoved the covers off to scoop me up in his arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shrieked in protest towards his actions, immediately pushing against his chest and kicking the air while he dragged me out of the room. "Put me down, Collin!"

"You're coming with me, young lady!" he reassured me, leading me straight into the bathroom. "I'm tired of watching you grieving for a jackass that isn't worth it."

"No, no, NO! Collin!" I yelled obstinately, glaring at him when I foresaw his intentions. "Don't you dare!" I warned him in a hiss while desperately writhing within his unbreakable hold, completely unable to make him desist.

Without a second thought, he put me down inside the shower, holding me in place while reaching out for the faucet, and turning it on before I could even react.

"There you go!" Collin exclaimed in a tone filled of pride when a sharp gasp flew out of my mouth at the feel of the fierce sprinkle of icy water falling all over me.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and snapped them back open to pierce his light emerald hues with a livid glower.

"C-Co-llin!" I screeched between wild pants as the glacial spray dampened every item of clothing that cladded my body.

Collin and I had been roommates and best friends for over two years. I actually loved him like the brother I never had. He was the kind of person you could truly rely on. We knew everything about each other so there were no secrets between us. He also possessed all the characteristics most girls like: trustworthy, kind-hearted, funny, nice, and handsome. However, aside from seeing him only as a friend, there was a reason why girls should never look at him with other intentions than friendship…

"You're lucky I'm gay!" Collin teased, proceeding to wriggle his brows and roam his leafy gaze up and down my trembling figure, making my blood boil.

I couldn't spill a single word, though; I was absolutely frozen from head to toe but fuming on the inside. He held me under the chilly spray of water until it turned much more pleasant and warm.

"Now, get rid of those clothes and get ready to have a nice night out with your best friend." As he said that, his lips etched into one of those crooked smiles of; and for a moment, I wished I could have wiped off that arrogant smirk of his fine-looking face.

"Y-you know that I h-hate you, r-right?" I managed to stutter between tittering teeth, my gaze still burning with fury.

He paid no attention to my words.

"You better hurry up or I'll get in there and shower you myself," he stated with an exultant smirk plastered upon his lips, handing me the soap.

Narrowing eyes on him, I reluctantly took it.

"Asshole!" I accused him as he turned around and walked towards the door, closing it on his way out without even looking back.

With an exasperated huff, I closed the curtains and adjusted the spray of water.

At that moment, the corner of my lips started to twitch upwards little by little, forming a wicked grin as a plan commenced brewing in my head.

Oh, I'm so gonna make you pay for this, Evans, I thought to myself as I began to take off my sodden clothes.

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It took me an hour or so to pick out the right outfit for this night out.

I winded up opting for a black mini-skirt, a strapless royal blue tank top with built-in bra, and a pair of black wedge heels.

Fully clothed, I took a moment to look at myself in the full-length mirror beside the bed, making a small sound of approval at my reflection.

Not bad, really.

The mini-skirt went well with the heels, making my legs look miles long while the top accentuated my curves in all the right places. I let my midnight hair crimp into smooth waves down my bare back and shoulders, and decided to finish off the look with a simple set of lapis lazuli earrings, a small purse, and a touch of lip gloss before heading downstairs.

"I'm ready," I announced, loud enough to top Space Bound's tune.

Collin, who was sat on the couch, tilted his head back to look at me, a triumphant grin immediately spread across his lips, his handsome features screaming 'victory' all over.

"Damn. You look hot!" He complimented me, glancing at me as though I was some kind of science project.

Folding my arms in front of my chest, I tap a sole foot over the wooden floor, hating that look on his face so much...

If he only knew what I was going to do to him during the week…

"You took your precious time, though," he pointed out, already standing up.

He sauntered over, singing the last part of the song to me while reaching out to seize my hands.

"And I'm so lost without you, without you, without you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. It was so hard to hate him when he was so ridiculous funny.

"Oh, shut the fuck up and let's go, or I swear…," I threatened in a low hiss, narrowing my eyes at him.

He lifted his hands in mocking surrender, beaming still.

"My lady," he said, offering me his left arm after turning off the stereo.

Hooking my arm to his, I allowed a small smile to curl upon my lips. Collin had the ability to make me smile and feel better even when I was on my worse mood.

"That's the spirit!" He praised me before stepping out of the apartment, closing the door behind us.

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The night was agreeable. Most people had gone out like us, though the streets were kind of desert as we walked towards our favorite club, only a few couple of blocks away.

"Hmm… I want a strawberry and raspberry daiquiri," Collin smiled at imagining the flavor, rolling his tongue across his lips.

"That's a girl's drink!" I commented playfully.

"Oh, that's very funny coming from Bloody Angel," he retorted quickly.

"What's wrong with a Bloody Mary?" I perked a brow at him.

"That's not even a real drink!" he replied as we turned around a corner and got into a poorly illuminated alley.

"Do you think is a good idea going this way?" I asked, feeling a ripple of icy fear suddenly reeling down my spine.

We'd walked this passage thousands of times before but, for some reason, I had a bad feeling about heading towards this specific street tonight.

"You're with me. I promise that if something comes out from the shadows, I won't run so fast," Collin laughed. He always loved making fun of me.

"Thanx, Evans," I sigh, looking down, and despite wanting to kick him hard in the shins, I tightened my hold on his arm, pulling myself closer to him.

"Come on, little angel," his voice was soothing now; a comforting smile set on his lips when he glanced at me. "Relax, babe."

"Mm-hmm," I nodded, uncertain, a frown creasing on my forehead.

As if I could relax…

From the back of my neck, a frigid sensation was swiftly rising, making shiver as it spread along the length of my spine. As soon as I felt it, I snapped my head back to peer over my shoulder.

A gasp spilled past my lips when, faster than a lightning, what it seemed like a shadow slid back to the darkness as though hiding from my sight.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared back intently, paying more attention to see if my eyes hadn't played a trick on me.

Your imagination is just messing with you, I said to myself after looking back fixedly for a few seconds, seeing nothing but a quiet, immobile obscurity.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Collin shaking his head, and then chuckling under his breath.

I felt like an idiot but I just couldn't shake the impression off; I just couldn't let go what I was sensing in the air. Invisible eyes taking form in the unfathomable blackness and staring at us in silence as we walked, only to disappear afterward, quickly shading off into the night as some ethereal psycho stalker taking pleasure in chasing his victims from the shadows before taking them down.

Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and opened them to look ahead, determined to let go of my illogical fear.

Nobody is following you, ok? I persuaded myself unconvincingly when the eerie tingle in the back of my neck recurred, screaming at me that we should run before someone or something jumped on our back and ripped us up.

I had a bad feeling about this…

Heaving a shaky sigh, I forced myself to focus on something else other than the uncomfortable sensation demanding attention incessantly.

"Owww, An. I would really like to have both of my arms when we arrive," Collin exclaimed, wincing.

Following his gaze to where my hands were placed, I noticed how pale my knuckles due to the force I was using and my nails were practically buried in his skin.

I released him at once.

I hadn't even realized I was holding him so hard.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, ashamed.

"You really need to go out more often," he insisted, rubbing his sore arm. "Isolation is not your thing, darling. It makes you… weird and definitely paranoiac."

Once again, he was right.

I hadn't left home for two weeks and the only thing I'd done was watching TV and listening to music whose lyrics only sang about how much love and life sucked.

It was positively not a healthy state.

"C'mere," he smiled at me before pulling me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I promise you, nobody's gonna bite you, ok?"

His words should have calmed me down somehow, but instead, they only got me more uneasy.

I tried to push aside the wintry throbbing in the nape of my neck which sounded like a maddeningly hushed alarm by now, and pretended it was just a figment of my mind.

I wasn't going to let anything ruin my night, especially not things that didn't even exist.

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Music burst in our ears as soon as we passed the doors of The Black Cat. After so long being practically by myself, this was a huge change. Although I had to admit that this was a little by too much. There were people everywhere, dancing, talking, drinking… Tonight, The Black Cat was fully crowded.

"Come on. Let's dance!"

It was obviously not a question. Collin didn't give me a chance to reply. He was already holding my hand and leading me towards the dance floor.

"Isn't this fun?" He asked in my ear while matching his movements to my own. He was such a good dancer.

"Yeah, yeah, it is. Happy now?" I couldn't help but laugh when he hip-bumped me just to tease me.

"I'd be happier if you were truly happy, babe," he replied, pressing a kiss to forehead and winking down at me, his hand draping around my waist so we're moving in perfect synch.

It was after an hour or so that Collin started stretching his neck up to see above the people's head. And I had to admit that watching him tiptoe was one of the most hilarious things I've seen in my entire life.

"I see a blond head near the pool tables," he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "But I'm not sure…" He made a face as his heels touched the floor again. "I have to go and check if it's Hayden."

He wriggled his eyebrows at me, grinning.

I simply gave my eyes a clockwise roll.

Hayden was Collin's 'new flame' and he was pretty happy about the whole thing. Happier than I've ever seen him, really. My friend was the kind of person that was easily enamored and thought that every guy was the love of his life. Luckily for him, and for me, for that matter, as soon as they broke up, he forgot about the entire heartache and got involved with someone new. Honestly, I'd always thought Collin was in fact in love with love itself…

"So you're gonna leave me alone?"

Both of my hands rested on my hips while raising an eyebrow at him accusingly. I didn't like the idea of spending the night by myself, in particular after he'd insisted in going out so damn much.

"I'm not leaving you alone, sweetie," he promised, bestowing a charming smile.

Of course, I didn't believe him. He always disappeared and I ended up all on my own for hours. At that moment, I caught of a glint of mischief dancing within his green eyes, and I just knew it…

"Yeah, yeah," I added, showing clear disbelieve in his promise. "Go, go, go! I'm staying at the bar."

"I love you!" He told me after giving me a quick hug, the grin plastered upon his face almost maniacal. "Call me if you need me or if I take too long," he winked, and I made a face. His words were only making me stare at him hopelessly. "But I swear I won't. I'll be back soon, I promise."

With that said, he kissed my cheek and disappeared among the multitude.

I sighed, disappointed, and wandered off towards the bar counter, plunking down onto the first free stool I could find.

Well, it might not be such a bad night after all, I thought, trying to be a little bit more optimistic.

The new bartender caught my eye as soon as I took a seat. His movements were clumsy and sort of hectic towards the exigent mass waiting impatiently for their orders. He was walking frantically in front of me, working as if his entire life depended on what he was doing at the moment. According to the badge pinned to his shirt, his name was Emmett. He was a tall man with scruffy ginger hair and troubled coffee-like eyes.

I almost felt sorry for him when he came over after a few minutes, looking pretty stressed. He stumbled over to me, throwing a piece of white cloth back over his shoulder after releasing a deep sigh.

"What can I get ya?" he asked in a hurry.

I sympathized with the poor guy. It was far beyond obvious that it was his first day and it wasn't working that well for him.

I shrugged.

"How about… hmm…," I vacillated. Actually, I hadn't decided what I was having tonight yet. I looked down, drumming my fingers on the long table, trying to come up with something as quickly as possible.

"Two apple martinis for the lady and myself," a man ordered confidently from behind, sliding a couple of bucks towards the fresh employee while wearing his best flirtatious grin.

I definitely wasn't on the right state of mind to handle flirting.

Emmett must have seen the expression on my face because he looked at me inquisitively, uncertain of what to do.

I sighed, slightly exasperated, and tilted my head to the side, peering up to see who had just invited me a drink.

"I'm Alex, goooorgeous," he didn't hesitate to introduce himself, proceeding to rest his elbow over the counter.

I hiked an eyebrow as the blonde, green-eyed man inched his face down and let out his ethylic breath over me.

Making a disgusted face, I said, "Thanks, but no, thanks."

That was the most polite way I could manage to reject him.

Turning my face to the opposite direction, I finally requested, "Bring me a Sex On The Beach, please."

Alex scoffed and mumbled something about what I was missing before stumbling towards the dance floor.

Emmett nodded his head and smiled a little before quickly moving to the other end to get my drink ready.

Two hours later, I was on my second glass of Sex On The Beach, one Mojito and an apple martini… and the third guy discarded in a single night.

What I hated the most fact that I was slowly losing my mood to the memories of my ex-boyfriend, and the worst part was that I knew that asshole didn't deserve a single moment of consideration whatsoever. He decided to cheat on me and fuck things up. He could go to hell.

It didn't take long for the alcoholic mixture to start screaming at me, slowly giving way to a pounding headache that threatened to split my head in two.

Hell…

I drew small circles over my temples as a wave heat and dizziness washed over me. The headache was demanding but at least I was smiling again. I lifted my glass and drank what was left in it as a way of celebrating my abrupt determination.

As soon as the last drops of liquor touched the smooth surface of my tongue, a cold chill shot down my spine, causing me shiver and gasp out loud.

Once again, exactly like in that alley, my heart beats were out of control. I looked around frantically, scanning the whole place in search for the source of such unnerving and frightening sensation.

But there was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Fantastic… I was positively becoming a paranoiac person. What was wrong with me?

Ok, I'm finally going insane. Imagining things all night long, plus drinking until my vision went blurry was definitely not a good idea, I scolded myself in my mind.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered that Collin was supposed to come back hours ago.

Getting up from my seat, I staggered across the satiated room, squeezing my way toward the spot where my friend had told he would be at.

A few people were gathered around the green tables, laughing and talking at the top of their voices but there was no sign of Collin, or Hayden, for that matter.

Great!

Stretching my neck upwards, I cast a glance around the perimeter but Collin was nowhere to be found.

Did he seriously just leave me alone in here?

So much for coming to this club to cheer me up…

Time to go-

Shit!

Another ripple of dizziness swept over me, causing me to stumble a bit towards the exit while holding my head. In pain and suffocating all of the sudden, I made it outside in desperate need some fresh air.

Listening to...

"Space Bound" by Eminem, "Can I Buy You A Drink?" by Hoobastank, "Disturbia" by Rihanna, "Miles To Go" by Stateless.

Any question, twisted and dark idea you might like to see in my story, suggestion and/or feedback are utterly welcome; critics as well, but only if they're constructive and respectful. Thanx.