A/N: okay first and foremost I do NOT own the Vampire Diaries. If I do, then Damon, Klaus, Kol and Elijah would've been locked in my basement not to mention Kol wouldn't have been killed!

But seriously, I only own Persephone or any unknown character that you don't recognize from TVD!

I had this idea when Esther tried to kill off her Children! It might start off a bit boring but trust me, it's going to become awesome!

And P.s. It might take me awhile to update my chapters. Just warning you people, I'm a slow updater!

Any way…. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1- Prologue

Late June, 2010

I bit my lip, tapping my fingers against the wheel as I drove my car through the dark woodsy highway. I glanced at the man sitting in the passenger side of my car. His hands were crossed against his chest with a permanent scowl imbedded on his face.

"So, your just gonna keep giving me the cold shoulder?" I mumbled. My English accented voice flowing through the silent car. If it was possible, his frown got deeper.

I sighed loudly, reaching over and turned on the radio, Burn it to the ground by Nickleback blasted through the stereo. Too soon a hand reached over and turned it off. I bit back my protest not wishing to anger him more he already was.

And we're back to the awkward silence.

"Why did you do it?" he finally exclaimed. "Why the hell did you fake it?"

"What? I did not do such thing!" I cried out incredulously.

"Yeah, well your scans said otherwise,"

I griped the wheel tighter, dividing my attention between glaring at the man and the road.

"I felt like my heart was about to explode!" I shouted angrily, "I would never lie about such thing, Uncle Will,"

"We've just spent the whole day at the hospital, Persephone. The doctors checked and rechecked, there was nothing wrong with you,"

"I know what I felt. The pain was unbearable. It felt worst than being stabbed. I swear, Uncle Will, it wasn't a lie! I would never lie to you!"

He scoffed, "yeah, like last year!"

My mouth fell open in disbelief, "what? You're still on 'bout that?"

"You're damn right I am. You got expelled…"

"Bloody hell," I cut him off, "for the hundredths time, they weren't my bloody drugs!"

"Well they didn't walk to your locker by themselves."

"goddamn it" I growled angrily, smacking my fist against the wheel, "It was a fricking set up! I swear it was that Donavan girl!" I shouted, "I knew it, everyone knew it.. Hell even you knew it!"

"Yet, you got expelled and she hadn't because she wasn't carrying any drugs!"

"Because the ones that they found were hers, she threw them in!" I cried back, but it seems the more that I defend myself the less likely he was to believe me. "She wanted to get back at me after I fired her from work when I found her all high and mighty in the rest rooms"

"And what, did Vickie make you fake your heart pains too?"

I growled, glaring at him, "I. WAS. NOT. LYING!"

"Watch out!"

I turned my attention back to the road, swiveling my car to the right, trying to avoiding colliding against the car coming from the opposite lane.

The car kept turning as the wheel s kept screeching, before finally the back side of the car hit against the tree.

Everything became silent. A couple of seconds later, I let out a grown as I sat up straight in my seat.

"Uncle Will?" I turned to him, putting a hand to my throbbing forehead while the other shook his shoulder.

He stirred and I let out a relieved sigh. I opened the door and got out of the car to check on the driver of the other car. But there was no car. I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I saw part of the bridge broken. I looked over the edge. The water was dark and silent, but looking closely, I found the back light of a car glowing slightly in the dark water.

I told my uncle to call an ambulance as I made my way down. Reaching the side of the river, I tripped over something in the dark. I looked back from my place on the muddy ground to find a brunette girl lying on the ground. Her hair was damp which gave me the idea that she was the driver. I took off my leather jacket and quickly wrapped her in it after making sure that she was alive and breathing. I heard my uncle running to where I was lying beside the girl, rubbing her arms to keep her warm.

"Elena?" I heard him mumble in disbelief.

"You know her?"

"Yeah, she's in one of my classes"

I nodded, not really caring. The girl stirred and I leaned over her, "oi, Elena, is it? How are you feeling, darling? You feelin' nauseous? any pain? Or aches?" she groaned a bit, "Hang in there, ambulance is on its way"

"My parents!" she mumbled.

"I'll make sure they're informed of this incident, Ms. Gilbert" My uncle assured her.

"No, no, they were with me," she mumbled. I shared a fearful look with my uncle. We looked at the river before turning back to Elena.

I posted a fake smile, "I'm sure they're fine" she nodded before falling unconscious Without wasting time I took off jumping into the frozen water. I swam to the passenger side of the car opening the door I felt the pulse on the woman to find a faint one, but sadly the man didn't have any. I struggled with the female's seat built but it wouldn't come off. Reaching into my boot, I pulled a dagger out and cut off the seat built. I grabbed the woman and made my way to the surface. I swam over to the river side and managed to pull her to the muddy ground with my uncle's help. I laid her on her back, fixing her head in the right positing before starting CPR. I kept going with no result until I felt my uncle pulling me away allowing the medics to take over.

I felt a blanket covering my shoulders as I watched the girl and her mother wheeled away.

Septemper 2010

That was almost three months ago. I could still hear the screeching wheel of my car, the side it made as it hit the tree. I could feel the frozen water against me and the cold skin of the woman as I did CPR to get her to breath.

That day was forever imbedded to my memory, because that day I have caused two people their lives. I had left two teen siblings with no parents. I was the cause for their pain. I was the reason for the drugs the boy was taking. I was the reason for that girl to become an empty shell.

I didn't attend the funeral for Grayson and Miranda Gilbert. I couldn't stand to see the broken faces of their children. I wouldn't be able to stand to see their hateful glares as they stared at the face of their parents' murderer. For that was who I was… a killer!