Prologue

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 1864

Isabelle POV

I awoke with a gasp and pain in my jaw. I looked around and realized I was in the woods by my house and I wasn't alone. I looked to my right and saw Katherine's maid, Emily.

"Emily?" I said in confusion, my chest heaved up and down as I took in deep breaths.

"Hello, Isabelle." She said softly.

"Why are we here?" I asked her.

"You're in transition." Emily told me.

"Transition?" I asked, confused. "Transition into what?"

"Transition into a vampire." Emily told me and I laughed.

"Emily, this is nonsense. Vampires do not exist." I said.

"Yes, they do." She said. "Katherine is a vampire."

"What do you mean 'Katherine is a vampire'?" I asked, realizing what this meant if it was true.

"I mean that Katherine is a vampire." Emily said.

"You knew she was a vampire, but you let her near my brothers?!" I shouted at her, standing up from where I was sitting.

"Yes." She said calmly. "I did."

"Why on earth would you do such a thing?" I asked her.

"If I didn't let Katherine have her way, she would have killed me. I may be a witch, but I can't exactly bring myself back to life." She explained.

"Oh, so witches exist, too?" I asked. "Are there any other creatures that I should know about?"

"No, but you need to complete the transition or you will die." Emily said, I suddenly remembered something I overheard my father saying to my brothers once. He had said almost the exact same thing Emily just did.

"My father is a hunter." I said. "He hunts vampires. Why am I just now realizing this?!"

"You're father kept you in the dark because he didn't want you involved in the supernatural world." Emily told me.

"Well, it's too late for that now isn't it, Emily?!" I shouted. "Where are my brothers, Emily? I need to know why they didn't tell me anything."

Emily looked away from me with a sad look in her eyes.

"Emily, where are Stefan and Damon?" I asked. She looked back at me and answered,

"They're dead."

My world crumbled when I heard those words, but they couldn't be true.

"You're lying." I said. "Stefan and Damon wouldn't just die. Not without a fight."

"They were shot." Emily said. "By your father."

No. I thought. No, they can't be dead.

"How am I in transition?" I asked Emily, trying to change the subject.

"Katherine put her blood in your drink at breakfast this morning, then when you weren't looking she snapped your neck which killed you. She then told me to bring you out here." Emily explained.

"So now what? I'm just supposed to die?" I asked. If I died, then I could be with my brothers. I wanted to be with them more than anything right now.

"No." Emily said. "You have to drink human blood before the day is over to complete the transition. If you don't, then you will die."

"I have to go." I said and I ran away from Emily, who called my name after I ran. I ran until I made it out of the woods and I saw my house in all of it's glory.

I made sure nobody would see me as I was sure everyone believed that I was dead as well. I ran into my house and I went up the stairs to the hallway that held mine and my brothers bedrooms. I opened the door to Damon's room and gasped when I saw that it was completely empty. His desk, bed, dresser, and all of the pictures he had hung on his wall were all gone. Through the shutters on his closet door I could see that all of his clothes were gone, too.

I ran to Stefan's room and came up with the same results. Everything was gone. I then went into my room and I wasn't surprised to see everything gone. I heard someone walking down the hall towards my room and I quickly hid in my now empty closet. One of the servants entered my room and set a bucket of soapy water onto the floor, then dipped a rag into it. They rung it out over the bucket and began scrubbing the floor of my bedroom. I watched as they scrubbed the floor and cleaned it, and I also watched as they cut their hand on a piece of glass that must have been missed when my room was swept.

I smelled the blood as soon as his skin tore open and it smelled good. I was disgusted with myself, but pushed the thought to the back of my head. I slowly exited the closet and the sound of the door opening alerted the servant of someone else's presence in the bedroom. He turned his head to look at me and his eyes widened in shock. I would be shocked too if someone I was told was dead just popped up out of nowhere.

"Miss Isabelle?" The servant said in confusion. He was told I was dead so the fact that he was seeing me right now most likely made him think he was seeing things.

"I see you have a cut." Is all I said as I sat in front of him. I grabbed his hand and held it up to my mouth. "Let me help you with that."

I didn't know where this was coming from, I was just going on instinct. Whatever my instinct was. I started sucking the blood from his hand and it tasted amazing. It felt great as it flowed down my throat. My jaw started hurting again and I could feel my face changing. I groaned as I felt my teeth grow. I poked them and realized they were fangs, I felt my face and I felt the veins that had appeared. I know my eyes have changed, too. My vision kind of tinted color wise.

I looked back at the servant and he looked terrified. I smirked at him and he was about to scream, but I covered his mouth with my free hand and dug into his bloody hand. I drank and drank until there was no more blood in him, I dropped his body onto the floor and stood up, realizing what I had done.

I had killed someone, and completed the transition.

I was disgusted with myself because of what I had just done and I hopped out the open window. I thought that when I landed I was going to hurt myself, but I surprisingly landed on my feet gracefully. It must be the whole vampire thing.

I still smelled the servants blood. I reached my hand up to my face and felt his blood all over my chin. I looked down and saw his blood on my dress.

I screamed when I saw it and began to run, but I ran at an inhuman speed. I darted back into the woods, but in a different area than where Emily had taken me.

I don't know how long I was running, but I suddenly crashed into something, no someone, and we both fell to the ground.

I looked up and saw a man, he looked at me and saw that I was covered in blood. I got up and tried to run, but he stopped me.

"Hey, it's okay." He said. "I'm like you." I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.

"You're a vampire?" I asked and he nodded.

"I'm not as young as you, but yes, I am." He told me. "When were you turned?"

"A few hours ago." I told him and his eyes widened.

"You're really young, then." He said. "Let me guess, first kill?"

"How did you know?" I asked him.

"Every vampire experiences the aftermath of their first kill, but it's what we have to do to survive. You'll get used to it." He told me.

"I'm just supposed to get used to killing people?!" I exclaimed.

"I can help you learn to control your blood lust so you don't go on a frenzy whenever your feed." He said. "I can teach you everything there is to know about being a vampire."

"Why should I trust you?" I asked him. "I don't even know your name."

"Right, of course." He said. "Joshua Flemming at your service. Now, shouldn't I know your name?"

"Isabelle Salvatore." I told him and his eyes widened again.

"You're the Salvatore's daughter?" He asked and I nodded. "He's a vampire hunter, if he had found you he would have killed you. Regardless if you're his daughter or not."

"He would have?" I asked and tears filled my eyes. Would my own father really have killed me?

"Vampire hunters believe that if you're a vampire you have no soul, so heart, no feelings. You're just a monster that goes around killing people for fun." He said. "Sure, that's how some are, but most of us are just trying to survive."

"And you'll teach me how to survive?" I asked.

"I promise you I will teach you everything I know." He told me. I wasn't sure if I could trust him yet, but he was like me and that was a start to at least something.

"Okay," I sighed. "tell me everything."

A/N: Okay, so this story is inspired by another author here on fanfiction and for some reason I'm not allowed to put her username on this document fully so I have to break it up. Miss. Salvatore 1995. She has a story like this on her page, but it only has two chapters and is incomplete so I thought that I would make my own version of it. I hope you guys like it! Maybe leave a review and let me know? Until next time.

~Charlotte