A/N (Author's Note): Hello! It's been quite a while since I've uploaded anything. This story is an idea I dreamt up a while ago and really wanted to write. Please let me know if anyone has any interest in it being continued. I will write only if it will be read. Thank you! :)

Prologue

I was running for my life. My legs felt as though they were on fire. They would be soon if I didn't get away. Leaves and twigs crunched under the pressure of my steps. The trees created a labyrinth and I was probably covered in scratches from their branches. Running into a tree trunk I came to a stop, breathing heavily trying to pump more oxygen into my lungs.

I looked around frantically. I could hear them screaming. They were coming for me. "Bella," I screamed out. I had to find her. She was probably terrified. I had pushed her to continue to run when I had fallen. My mother had told us to get as far away as possible. I begged her to run with us, but she wouldn't. She had sacrificed herself so that maybe her daughters could live.

So we ran. I'll never forget my mother's screams behind me. They probably destroyed our home. Their fear of our abilities, our ties to power, had driven them to violence.

It had started only about a month ago.

"Burn the witch!" A young woman, about maybe twenty was pulled along by two men before a crowd of angry citizens. They treated her roughly, in a manner not suited for young gentlemen towards a lady. She had lost that respect with one word. Witch.

The madness had spread quickly. Soon rumors and accusations of witchcraft swirled in town. It was said to have started in Salem and gained momentum in our small town of Mystic Falls. Women and even children were accused of being Witches for ridiculous reasons. Reading could lead a young girl to be accused of devil worship. People used the accusation of witchcraft for materialistic desires as well. Those who helped rid the town of these 'evil beings' were rewarded with the victim's property. Most of those accused were not even real witches.

My mother had hoped that since we lived outside of town and somewhat deep into the woods we would be overlooked. She hid our books, tools, and herbs in the cellar. She disallowed visitors and we were put on curfew. Our lives had been turned into a hiding game.

The night they came for us had started peacefully. The blue hue of the sky hadn't turned to very dark yet and the moon had just become visible when we heard the voices. My sister, Bella, had run to the window to see lights coming in our direction, torches. My mother grabbed us both, kissed us on our heads, and, with tears streaming down her cheeks, ordered us to run.

My sister's hand I tightly held in mine as we started away from our cottage. A few minutes later I was startled by a violent shriek and tripped over myself onto the damp forest ground. I turned my head to see smoke rising from where our cottage was. Bella screamed.

"Run! Run now! Go!" I urged her to leave me. She looked into my eyes for a second and then turned, quickly disappearing before my sight. I turned to look in the direction of our cottage again and could faintly make out the golden flames burning my home. "NO," I screamed with so much force my body shook with sobs.

Suddenly my shoulders were gripped and I was with my back to a tree trunk. Before me were piercing blue eyes. "Run," I heard the deep voice of the man before me say. "Run and don't look back."

"Damon?"

"Run Bonnie, run."

And with that he was gone. I took off full speed deeper into the woods.