For over a century, I have lived in secret; hiding in the shadows, almost always alone in the world. Until now. I am a vampire. And this is my story.

It's our story, Lenny, don't forget me.

Yeah yeah, and this is our story.

May 23, 2009

He was lying in the middle of the empty road, a technique his brother usually evoked to find a new meal, but he chose to use it to clear his head once in a while.

That's when he heard her, the voice that had remained printed on his mind and heart from all these years ago…

"Yeah, I know Amaya… You and Laurel are both right. I just can't bring myself to tell him, at least not tonight. Sure, I'll call you later." Her eyes darted towards the stranger that had begun approaching her; her fingers going to the buttons of her phone's keyboard immediately.

He was stunning; most handsome man she had ever encountered by far. His bright blue/green eyes studied her as he took in every single feature on her face and body with a captivating gaze.

"Alexa." He breathed out and the amount of pain and relief in his voice was overwhelming for a moment.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked around, trying to see if there was another girl and perhaps that was the woman that this stranger was talking to. But no, just him and her.

"Uhm no… I'm Sara." And gone was the relief.

"You just look… Pardon me, you just really remind me of someone. I'm Leonard." He said and the smirk that followed had her heart fluttering in ways she never knew it could before.

"Not to be rude, Leonard, but it is kind of creepy that you're out here in the middle of nowhere." He lifted an amused eyebrow and crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"You're one to talk; out here all by yourself. Isn't a girl like you scared?" She snorts before answering and she can't decide if he looks amused or confused.

"It's Central, nothing bad ever happens here and besides, I can very well take care of myself." She pointed out with a glare full of promise. "Just call me 'girl' one more time and you'll find out first hand."

He doesn't answer, just looks at her again… trying to figure out whether she was really not her. She looked just like her, a total copy of the woman that he once loved; pale skin, blonde silky hair, blue/grey eyes that still send shivers down his spine. But something was so different between Sara and her. Alexa was overflowing with confidence; she knew that she had power and beauty and no one could take that away and she took pride in it… she painted her lips with the blood of her enemies and captivated everyone with her smile.

But Sara didn't hold that power and that cruelty that was hidden behind that gorgeous smile; she looked young and almost naïve. And that was really unsettling.

"Got in a fight with my boyfriend." She finally confessed and Leonard smirked seeing that the woman was opening up to him.

"About what? If I'm not being invasive."

Sara paused for a short moment; took a deep breath and answered.

"Uhm… everything. He just seems to be sure of everything, from our relationship to where we are going to be buried."

"And I take that you don't like that very much?

"I don't know what I want or what I like. But it sure isn't a life in a one-bedroom apartment and a job that I will hate."

"Well, that's not entirely true. You want what everybody wants." It was her turn to lift her eyebrows as she walked closer to the man with a teasing smile.

"What, hot and mysterious stranger who has all the answers?"

"Let's just say that I have been around a long time and I have picked up a few things along the way."

"So, Leonard, tell me. What is it that I want?" He leans closer to her; lips brushing against her ear.

He feels her pulse; strong and steady under her alabaster skin but he doesn't let it distract him.

"You want love… and you want a love that will keep you together with that person forever. You want to be free and you even want a little trouble."

She took a step back from the man, trying to hide the shiver that had gone down her spine.

"So what do you want?" She asked with a smirk that matched his own and saw the man's face darken. Before the stranger had the chance to answer or walk away, a honk was heard and Sara quickly turned to see a car approaching them.

"It's my parents." Sara explained and when she turned around to look at Leonard he was a breath away from her. His eyes were pulling her like strings and she was the puppet that was under his control.

"I want you to get everything that you are looking for, but right now I need you to forget that you met me. I can't have people knowing that I'm in town just yet.

Good night, Sara."

September 7, 2009- Central City, U.S.A

The man and the woman sat on the rooftop; looking over at the sun rising above Central City.

"We shouldn't have come back. You know the risk. We both do." She said with a sad voice; the memories that were coming back to her every night from the moment they returned, being an unbearable weight on her shoulders.

"We had no choice. We have to find him." He said and his voice was flat and distant; wasn't it always? "We have to stop him before he hurts anyone else."

"You heard about that couple last night, didn't you?"

"He's getting sloppy. There are only so many times that they can report them missing or killed by animal attacks."

"So… we stop him. Put him down once and for all."

She jumped off of the roof and the man soon joined her. They had a big day ahead of them.

"Dear Diary,

This is pointless. I still don't understand how keeping a diary can actually help me. The psychologist Laurel made me see told me that keeping all my emotions and experiences written down would help me cope. So here I go:

I can feel it that everything will change today. I will smile and it will be believable. I will not be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I'm not her anymore. I've changed and it's time everyone sees that."

"Morning! Toast or cereal?" Laurel said and waved the cereal box towards her younger sister. Sara looked at her and then the box with furrowed eyebrows.

"Tempting but I'll go with some pure caffeine." Sara poured herself a cup of coffee and moved to sit on top of the kitchen island.

"Want some lunch money?" She asked and immediately realized that her baby sister wasn't in elementary school anymore.

"Not twelve, Laurel." Sara pointed out and jumped off of the island; ignoring her sister's look at the fact that she drank a full cup of coffee in mere minutes. "Didn't you have early morning classes today?"

She rinsed the mug with water and placed it on the dishwater before grabbing her backpack.

"Yeah." Laurel glanced at her watch and let out a low growl. "Ugh, I have to go. Have a good first day and try not to punch or beat another jock up, please."

"I make no promises, sister."

Sara grabbed a juice from the fridge; ignoring that above her, on the TV, it showed a missing person alert for a young couple.

"I am telling you, something very freaky is going on. Grams kept going on and on about how I am psychic and that our ancestors are witches." Amaya explained as she drove down the main road of Central City.

Sara was leaning against the window; gazing at the people that walked down the streets to go to their jobs and the parents who were taking their kids to school.

"Hello, Earth to Sara?" The other girl questioned and caused her best friend to turn her attention back to her. "You still with me?"

"Sorry, must have zoned out; what were you saying?" Amaya flashed her a smile and looked back on the road.

"About how my grandma is starting to lose it and I'm apparently a psych-." Before either one of the girls had a chance to realize what was going on, the car was spinning out of control and Amaya barely managed to stop it before it hit a post box that was on the pavement. "Oh my god, Sara, are you okay?" The blonde took a deep breath; passing her hand through her hair.

"I'm fine and me wincing every time I'm in a car isn't gonna do any good." She responded and Amaya lifted a challenging eyebrow. "Seriously, I'm okay. Now what the hell was that thing that bumped on the hood?"

"It looked like a hawk or something. And it just flew right towards us like…"

Sara's mouth twisted in an amused smirk.

"Yeah, bet that hawk wanted to get us killed. Whatever you say, Sabrina." Amaya wheezed and Sara just laughed, even though the incident had her blood running cold for a moment there.

"He looks hurt… And I feel really bad out it…" Sara muttered as she leaned against her locker and observed Ray Palmer, who glanced at her from his own locker; eyes like a hurt little puppy's. She waved her hand towards him, but the man immediately turned away; closing his locker and practically running off towards the other side of the hallway and inside the chemistry lab. "He can't even look at me!"

"Relax, knowing Ray, he is just being a gentleman and doesn't want to bother you. He probably feels like he will be somehow intruding if he talks to you since you are the one who broke up with him." Amaya pointed out as she saw Nate walking down the hallway, giving both girls a salute before going in the chemistry lab too; knowing that his best friend was hiding there.

"Ugh can you even believe that Laurel actually had a thing with him. God I get chills even thinking about it." Sara stated with an utterly disgusted voice.

"Hey, Nate is a decent guy. He just wasn't the guy for Laurel." The blonde leaned against her locker; thinking about the path Nate put her sister in during the summer. Sure, he was a nice guy and a model student but the man had a real weakness for partying and good booze. And soon enough, the mourning Laurel joined him and tried to drink away her pain. But when Sheriff West caught them drunk driving and kept them under custody for the night… Laurel knew it was time to start fresh.

"Yeah, I know. And I hear that he is doing much better." Sara finally said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Ray has been a great help for him these months and he actually got him a spot on the team." Amaya looked at her amused. "Hey, we both know that his grandfather being the mayor got him the spot but let's just pretend that Nate is actually capable of playing football."

"It will be nice seeing him on the field and I'm praying that if he scores a point he might even take his jersey off. But then again this is Nate and I doubt if he even knows what the ball looks like." The other girl said and Sara smacked her in the arm, trying to contain her own laughter.

But suddenly Amaya stopped and she looked at the pair that was walking down the hallway in front of them. Both of them were unfamiliar to them and it seemed like everyone else was staring too. The man was tall and his hair was buzzed-cut short and by his side walked a tall woman, with her own hair falling in perfect brown curls up to her mid-back.

They could not see their faces and Sara just followed Amaya until she dragged her to the secretary's office where the pair had gone. Of course they were too far to hear them but both girls were far too curious to see their faces to leave.

"Please, please be hot!" Amaya said under her breath and Sara elbowed her in response. Then she spotted Ray who had finally exited his hideout and was currently walking to the men's bathroom.

"Ray!" She called out and sprinted towards him; ignoring that both Amaya and the new girl had turned to look at her. Sara walked inside the bathroom where the tall man was currently splashing cold water on his face. "Hey, I just want to talk; no need to jump out of the window or inside the toilet."

Ray looked at her puzzled before a giant smile crossed his face. All the hurt and sadness was gone from his eyes and he pulled her in from an air-depriving hug. Sara's eyes widened but hugged the man back eagerly.

"Oh my gosh, I was so scared that you wouldn't want to talk to me after everything that went down!" He exclaimed with that goofy smile of his.

"Ray, I waved at you back there; didn't you see that?" Sara questioned with her hands crossed in front of her chest, even though she wasn't accusing Ray of anything.

"I thought you were waving at Fred!" The man stated with a laugh and placed a hand on Sara's shoulder. "Look I know that things between us are over and that we've both changed, but you are still my friend Sara and you have been for all these years. And I realized that having you as a friend is much better than having you as a girlfriend."

"And you are more of like a big brother to me after all." Sara said with a smile; relieved that Ray had gotten her point. He pulled her in for another quick hug before checking his watch.

"I gotta run, Mrs. Bertinelli wants to talk to me about my summer chemistry course. But it was good chatting with you!" said Ray and moved towards the door. He opened it for Sara who walked outside… only to fall on a stranger.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed as she realized that the man was already gone before she even had a chance to see his face.

"Okay, that was 'dark and mysterious', am I right?" Ray asked and Sara just smirked before walking towards her first class.

She noticed that in the desk across hers sat the new girl who was currently watching her intently; blue ice-cold eyes scanning her face. She was so confused by the girl who was observing her, that she didn't even hear Mr. Deveau calling her name.

"Mrs. Lance, are you with us?" He asked; sarcasm evident on his voice like it always was. She gave him a quick nod and straightened in her chair. "You obviously weren't paying attention but I asked you how many were the casualties in the Central City Hospital fire in 1863?"

"I will have to go with… a bunch?" Sara said and practically heard her teacher's blood boil.

"Mrs. Lance I was more than lenient towards you last May but if you won't adjust to your new reality and start studying, your marks won't stay where they are."Mr. Deveau explained and Sara felt herself grow agitated at her teacher's behavior. "Now is there anyone else who would like to give me the answer? And for those of you who are wondering, I mean in an actual number."

"247 if you are not counting the civilians who tried to help." Said a voice and the whole class turned and saw that it was actually the new girl who was leaning back on her chair with a sense of casualness and confidence rarely seen in a teenager.

"That is correct!" Said Mr. Deveau, pleasantly surprised that even one student in his class had the basic knowledge of their town's history. "Mrs..?"

"Snart." The girl responded and the way she said it, meant that she knew the power within the last name she had.

"Snart; any connection to the original settlers at our very own town?"

The girl immediately tensed.

"Very distant."

"Well you do seem to have your fair share of historic knowledge… even though there were no civilians that helped that night in the fire."

"They came afterwards and tried to put down the fire by bringing water from the Falls. But once they arrived they fire had spread too much and they…uhm, I believe that you can find the files about the incident on the library if you would like to refresh your cognition, Mr Deveau."

"Hey, you!" Amaya called as she practically sprinted towards the girl who was walking casually down the hallway. The young woman stopped walking and turned to look at the two humans who approached her. The one who looked way too cheerful to be possibly liked by her and… her. Well, she wasn't Alexa, but it sure as hell looked a lot like her. That bitch who destroyed her family and her whole life. That slut whose fault it was that she was back in Central after 145 years to stop the monster that she helped create.

"Yeah, what's up?" She asked; voice cool despite her burning need to rip the petite blonde's neck.

"Nothing, we just wanted to introduce ourselves; I'm Amaya and this is Sara." Said Amaya and stretched out her hand, which the tall brunette hesitantly shook. And then Sara offered her hand for her to shake.

"Hey, I'm Alexa." A firm handshaking and a small smile.

"Hello, it is nice to meet you." She had answered; admiring the woman who was as pretty and as confident as she wished to become one day.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lisa." She answered; voice now more relaxed.

"Welcome to Central High!" Amaya stated excitedly and pulled out a flyer from her backpack. "Being new must suck and we would really love to show you around. There's a bonfire, school party thing happening tonight and you are very welcome to join us, if you want to of course." Lisa took the flyer and inspected it; a party full of hormonal and drunk teens wasn't really her cup of tea anymore, but if it meant finding him…

"I'll see you tonight." She responded and exited the school; ready for some answers.

"Did you know?" She called out as she walked inside the house and threw her backpack on the floor. "Leonard!"

"What is it sister? I was actually trying to sleep up there and your yelling isn't helping me." Said the man as he walked down the mahogany stairs of the house; coming face to face with his furious sister. Of course he was prepared for that; he knew that Lisa and Sara would eventually meet and that she would not be that thrilled to find a woman who looked exactly like Alexa in the same high school as her.

"Did you know that there is a walking copy of Alexa wandering in the town?" Lisa demanded as her brother walked to the living room and went straight to the liquor cabinet.

"I might have seen her once or twice in the grocery store…" He lifted his glass of whiskey and downed the warm liquid with a smirk on his face. "But other than that no. Didn't I tell you? It must have slipped my mind."

"Are you actually joking right now, Leonard?" Lisa hissed and grabbed the glass out of his hand as he was about to pour himself another glass; throwing it on the wall and smashing it into bits and pieces. "Is it a coincidence that there is another Alexa and somehow that's when our brother decided to come back in town?"

"Yes, because if you can't already tell, the girl is sixteen years old. Which means that she has been alive for sixteen whole years. And he has only been in town for a while now."

"She looks sixteen Lenny! There is no guarantee that she isn't that crazy bitch! She looked exactly the same; every freckle and even her eyes were exactly the same. She can just be pretending." Leonard placed his hands on his sister's shoulders.

"Calm down, Lisa. That psycho is gone and Sara is most definitely not her. I did my own research and you can see it for yourself, she is actually a leaving breathing human and not an immortal slut." He looked at the flyer she was holding and took it from her hand to read it. "In the party tonight. And you will be certain that she isn't Alexa."

"You made it!" Amaya exclaimed and pulled Lisa in for a hug which kind of startled the woman. The whole party really was crazy; teenagers either ready to pass out from drinking or making out until they actually did pass out from the alcohol. Sara was by the beers stack talking with a tall and broad shouldered man who was smiling and laughing just as she did. Her smile was genuine and it was something that she had truly never seen on Alexa.

She soon approached them along with the man; both holding two beers. She smiled at Lisa before handing Amaya a beer and placing her hand on Ray's shoulder.

"Lisa, Ray. Ray, Lisa." She introduced and Ray gave Lisa a beer with a bright smile on his pretty face. He then shook her hand and the woman found herself smiling back.

"Hello Ray." Lisa remarked with a small smile as she sipped her beer and she was surprised that it didn't taste as bad as she thought it would. It was pretty bad but this was a party thrown by teenagers of course, so no high expectations were set to begin with.

Before Ray even had the chance to answer he heard Nate yelling for him. He looked at the direction of his best friend's voice and saw Nate trying to do a keg stand.

"Sorry, I have to run! Catch you later!" He said and Lisa smirked and waved at him as he walked away.

"Well he was really hot." Lisa stated with a laugh and Amaya almost choked on her beer. "What, is he your or your boyfriend?"

"Ex-boyfriend, but definitely on-limits!" Sara interrupted and Amaya dropped her half-finished beer on the trash.

"Okay this tastes like actually piss, so I'm gonna go ask and see if they have some real stuff around here and bring some for you too!" Amaya called out as she ran and went to find Nate who probably had brought something better than these cheep beers.

"So, Lisa, did you come back to Central or is this your first time here?" Sara asked as she began climbing up a relatively short tree with ease; causing Lisa to make a mental note of that for later.

"No, I used to live here... a long time ago, but my family left. I'm actually back and me and my brother are living in the old Snart boarding house." Lisa stated; knowing exactly what she was doing by telling Sara where she and Leonard were. Alexa wouldn't let the opportunity to see Leonard again pass; not now that Lisa gave her their exact location.

"I think I've seen the house; it really is huge." Sara pointed out and took another sip of her beer.

Then someone screamed.

"Oh my god, It's Anna!" Someone cried out as Ray emerged from the woods; neat shirt covered in blood and the petite Anna Loring limp on his arms.

"Someone call 911!" Ray yelled and Sara swiftly jumped off of the branch; landing on her feet and rushing to her friend's side. Sara knew that Anna had had a crush on Ray since forever and even though the man had been with her for a short period, he always cared deeply for Anna and wanted her to find someone to be happy with. And now she was bleeding out in his arms.

A few minutes later an ambulance and a police car arrived and Ray was being questioned by a police officer on whether he saw someone with Anna on the woods. Just as they told him that they didn't need anything else, he saw Lisa Snart talking to the tall man who was with her at the school that same morning. He nodded and walked away; disappearing in the woods as she approached Sara and Amaya and sat next to them.

He suppressed that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and walked over to car; wanting nothing more than to make sure that Anna was going to be okay.

Leonard returned to the boarding house and walked straight to his room; needing a good drink and the only thing that would do the trick was his oldest bottle of whiskey that he had stacked on his bedside table.

Then a hawk flew inside the room settling on top of his closet; just as he realized that he wasn't alone anymore. He turned and there… standing in the middle of the balcony in the flesh after all these years…

"Mick."

He smirked in response.

"Hello brother."