Hi everybody! So I've had this idea…for awhile. It just took me FOREVER to finally buckle down and start typing it out rather than keep writing it.

This is obviously a crossover between Vampire Diaries and Twilight….I know there are a lot of fans of both series out there so for those of you who stumble over my story and you know READ it please be gentle! It's been a LONG LONG time since I've posted anything on here. I like to think that my style has matured but…of course I don't really know.

Ohcrap…I'm so nervous..

Anyway!

Without further ado….here is my story!

Oh!….right

Disclaimer: I own nothing…except the characters that I have created. Obviously Twilight belongs to that woman Stephanie Meyers and Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith. Did I get that right? Goshers I hope I got that right…you guys would tell me if I didn't right? RIGHT? …it's the nerves…sorry.

The sun was shining far to brightly and the sky was as blue as a robin's egg.

This was a dream.

The thought came like a whisper, soft and quick, evaporating just as fast. It was enough for her to keep her guard up.

All around her the branches swayed and the leaves whispered as a breeze wound it's way through her forest. Making it come alive.

Frozen in the moment her heart ached for this place, for the familiar peace and safe harbor only this place could give her.

Such feelings she'd only known and found on the grounds of Luce Scura, her home.

In the blink of an eye everything stilled.

The scene before warped, shifted. Vibrant green grass beneath her bare feet, the moss at the base of the trees, even the leaves that had been swaying darkened.

Ominous dark gray filled up the sky, no sunshine made it past the thick gloom.

A pang of yearning for the warm rays of the sun saddened her further.

Behind her the snap of a tree branch broke the silence.

Icy fingers of foreboding wrapped around her heart, tightening ever so slightly to send bolts of pain and fear through her body.

Taking in her new surroundings instincts screamed that she run. Run from whatever was stalking her. Run…NOW.

Springing into action she pushed herself to go faster then she's ever run before. Zooming past trees and bushes, ignoring the sting of low hanging tree twigs or whatever the hell they were.

'run run run run run run,' her mind screamed on a constant loop, her lungs burning for oxygen.

It was following her.

Its laughter reaching her ears.

She could practically feel it's fingertips lightly skimming her neck, making her heart jump in her chest as if she was a frightened doe that knew it was going to die.

'it's playing with you,' the thought broke through the constant loop of her fear. She could swear that was her father's voice, 'no one has the right to inspire fear in you. No one. Kill it.'

She could remember when her father had taught her that lesson. Taught her the meaning of the family name.

Remembering who she was, what kind of power her blood and her name meant to everyone under her father's hand.

She stopped running, it felt like time froze. Her breath even and calm. Calling to her hot rage and cold fury, she reached for the special small blade in her belt.

And as time sped up again she brought the blade up. Swift and deadly, down into and arc driving the blade home….into a human head.

Looking back at her from under a mop of black hair, was what had once been a man, with empty red eyes.

Kara Grace gasped awake, her forehead beaded with sweat, fingers trembling and spasming from clutching her blankets tightly for who knows how long.

Another glimpse.

Another vision of her future.

Her fucking future.

Kara had always known that the future she had been denied before birth, the future that her blood was supposed to assure her would and could never happen. Even if the circumstances changed, she'd still be…here. Living a life that she was not meant to lead, according to a small fraction of those who had once been loyal to her father. They were dead now obviously.

But she wondered, if her future had been denied before her conception, was it possible that the future she dreamed just now would not come to pass?

Reaching for her pocket sized notepad Kara scribbled down a handle of words that she thought summed up her entire dream.

Staring up at her ceiling, with it's glow in the dark stars , she twirled her pen around with her finger tips. Hearing her aunt Rebekah's voice in her ear , "long ago my mother used to tell me fate is what the gods choose for you and destiny is what you chose to accept…these modern times little Winchester they know nothing, nor the difference. Though he was a righteous ass, your real father…your real father knew the difference. Remember Grace, he knew this to be a truth that should not be ignored."

The pen at her tips stilled, 'what possible paths did the gods have in mind for me? That my choice was a future away from Luce Scura…away from my father and brother.'

Snapping the notepad shut Kara curled up on her side, thoughts running wild with endless possibilities.

The click of her doorknob turning snapped her out of her musings, and without having to glance over her shoulder Kara knew who the late night intruder was, "So you dreamed too Dean?"

A young man no older than 18 with rumpled hair shuffled in, closing the door behind him all the while grumbling about pain in the ass disco assholes and something about the best god damn chocolate pie.

He dropped like a stone, shaking the bed as he tried to get comfortable.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Dean grunted in response, he did not appreciate waking up in a cold sweat after dreaming of frantically looking for his sister in a too damn dark forest, that he knew was not the one outside of his bedroom window. Not when he had spent the better part of his evening writing up reports for his father on the situations in South America as well as Africa and then having to, finally, notify each leader of every shifter pack in South America that their new Ambassador would be one Elijah Mikaelson and his numerous teams. Indefinitely. And that yes, he was related to their current one…no he was not remotely similar in attitude or conduct to Kol Mikaelson's.

Dean had been glad that it only took an evening and not the whole night, he still had horrible flashbacks that started with his fathers smirking face and ended with getting yelled at by various African leaders of numerous shifter clans. They made their displeasure known about getting Kol Mikaelson.

It had taken a lot longer than he would have liked to let them know that Kol was not the same as he had been when that really unfortunate incident happened in Australia, years ago. Long before Dean was born.

There was plenty of time for his uncle to have changed.

Groaning at his brains insistence to keep on thinking he burrowed under the blankets and his pillow, willing his tired mind to fall silent so he could go back to sleep.

The bed shifted beside him,

"We'll talk tomorrow, but I hope you wrote your dream down cause I will kick you ass if I have to make you remember it."

The last words his conscious mind heard from his cranky twin sister before blissful sleep stole him away. Finally.

There's my first chapter! ohmygosh!

Please please review. Tell me what you think.

thank you for reading

-L-R