Hey guys...this is my first Vampire Diaries fanfiction! *Squeals* Anyways...I'm hoping to get some of these plot bunnies out of my brain. Also, I do not own anything you recognise from the Vampire Diaries..but I do own the stuff you don't! :D

PLEASE REVIEW, MY CHUMLY WUMLIES!

"Bye Mom." I said as I hugged her tightly. I guess she was worried about sending us away on our first mission, maybe more worried about me, seeing as I was the youngest.

"Bye sweetheart, you'll be careful won't you?" she asked.
"Always mom." I replied, and hurried off to catch up with Amber, she was already in the car. Amber was my sister - we were different in every single way, but that didn't mean we weren't the best of friends. As stupid as that sounds, it's true. When Amber and I first started school, Amber a few years before me, we hung around with different people, adopted different styles. Amber being the beautiful popular one and me being just...normal, I guess. But if anybody, and I mean anybody, started to bully me or call me names or anything like that - Amber was there for me. When I say we were different in every single way, besides the fact that we hung around in different groups, we were complete opposites. Amber had lovely, long wavy locks of golden blonde hair, whereas, I had, long, straight, dark brown hair - almost black. It wasn't as thick as Ambers but it wasn't thin either. Amber had big, pretty, brown eyes and I had large, luminous blue eyes. Amber was tall and curvacious, I was average height and rather athletic. Amber had full lips, a light pink peach colour. I had more sculpted lips, a light red colour. I think the only thing we had in common was the length of our hair (down to our waist) and the fact that were both highly skilled in the way we fought.

When Sheriff Forbes rang my Mom, it was time to put our skills to practise. Supposedly, we were ready now. See, my Mom is part of a secret organization (sounds cool huh?) which exists to eliminate vampires. Yes, vampire's are real, don't start giving me the there-isn't-a-moster-under-the-bed speech please. It's kind of religious and my Mom had us raised to become the next warriors. It sounds ridiculous, I think so too, but I'll do anything to make my mom happy. So, where was I? Oh yeah, Sheriff Forbes rang and said she needed us to come down to Fells Church and get rid of the vampire's that were plaguing the place. Of course, my mom instantaneously agreed and then it was up to Amber and I.

"Hey Max, did you get the weapons box out of the cupboard under the stairs? You know Mom will go crazy if we forget it." Amber asked me.
"Yeah, I put it in the trunk."

With that, Amber put her foot down on the excellerater and we speed of down the road - me waving manically at my mom.

The journey to Fells Church was silent. I assumed that we were both too nervous to say anything, and to be quite honest, I was slightly scared.

"Amber?"

"Yeah?" She turned to look at me. Another comparison - Amber was the reckless one, and I , believe it or not, was the sensible one.

"Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" I yelled as the car drifted towards the right.

"Okay, okay...chill Max. What did you want to say?"

"Are you scared?" I didn't look at her when I said this.

"A little." she replied. The conversation stopped from there and the trip was quiet until we reached Fells Church.

The Sheriff had organised for us to use a house on the outskirts of Fells Church so we would be less noticeable.

Amber and I hauled all of our suitcases, mostly full of clothes to wear during combat, into the little house. It was quite a nice house with simple but pretty furnishings and appliances. We decided which room we would have an then went straight to bed as it had gotten late without us really noticing.

The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of a blasting hairdryer in the next room. When I put some slippers on and padded into Ambers room, she was already primping before school. Her clothes, straight-leg jeans, a mint-green vest top and a black jacket with black heels were laid out on her bed. They were the sort of clothes I would never have worn.

I sauntered back to my own room, anticipating what I would wear myself, when the phone rang. I hastily picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked, wondering who our first call would be from.

"Maxine?" It was Sheriff Forbes.

"Um, yeah...it's Max." I didn't like people calling me Maxine. It was such a girly name and was more of a tom-boy than a girly girl. "Is there something you want?" I asked the Sheriff.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you girls arrived alright."

"Yeah, everthing is fine, we were just getting ready for school." I replied.

"Oh yes, well, I'm glad everythings okay. If you need any help with anything all you have to do is call, okay?"

"Sure...bye."

"Bye Maxine." Dang her. It's Max!

When we pulled up in the school car park, we got a few stares from some of the kids. It felt like we were going to be the outcasts all over again.
I had finally decided what to wear after half an hour of deliberation. I had put on a pair of dark gray combats, a black wife-beater, my denim jacket and black converse. Easy to fight in I had thought.

Amber and I had different classes so we both set off in search of where the classes actually were.