Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have had this fic in my mind for awhile, and I've finally decided to write it/publish it here. Although this fic is very much inspired from the Vampire Diaries, it will not follow the series exactly. My own major plot twist will be put into it. It would be boring otherwise, right?

I do not own Glee or The Vampire Diaries.

Enjoy! Please review if you can. Not for my ego, but just so you all can let me know what you like and whatnot. It helps with further chapters. I won't lie and say that it doesn't feel nice too though. We all know it does.

Lima, OH 1813.

It was the year 1813, and it was the ten year anniversary of the founding of Lima, OH. The most prestigious family of the founding families, the Fabray family, was once again throwing their annual Founder's Ball. Although the atmosphere was meant to be one filled with the usual celebration and cheer, there was a dark cloud over everyone's heads this year.

Lima was a small town filled with good people. It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone else and news spread faster than the blink of an eye. Everything was going well in the town until just a few months ago. The change in events caused the town to be plagued by unexplainable deaths and rising suspicions from the founders and the townspeople. The founding families attempted to cover up the deaths as simply wild animal attacks, but some new better. Some paid extra close attention to detail and knew that a body being drained completely of it's blood was no animal's doing.

It was because of these details that the six founding families felt the need to jump into action. They knew something needed to be done and quickly before more innocent lives were lost. Immediately they thought of their own children and shivered and the involuntary mental image of one of them being the beasts' next victim.

Three of the families had migrated to Lima from Salem, MA, the union that had become famous due to the Salem Witch Trials in the late 1600s. Of course, all of the men and women that were in Lima were too young to have been present for the events, but each one of them knew the tales. The Fabray, Evans, and Nelson families each knew that although the union of Massachusetts had released some information about the events that occurred all those years ago, there were still facts that were left unspoken. Witchcraft seemed like the lesser of two evils, so the people allowed the news travel, but kept the mention of Vampires close to their hearts. It was never spoken outside of hushed whispers, but it was known to many. The situation was handled quietly. Some vampires were staked through the heart others were burned until the deaths ceased.

Lima, OH was now faced with the same problem, no infestation that Massachusetts had been subjected to. Every adult member of the founding family had a duty to protect the people of Lima, OH no matter whom or what against. Their meeting adjourned with a silent promise. No one else would know of their pact, and they would do whatever necessary to protect their own.

That initial meeting was months ago by the time the Founder's Ball arrived. The tension in the air was present, but still everyone went along as if nothing was wrong. The gentlemen in their suits leading and dancing with their wives who looked elegant in their corset dresses. The founding families' children were now nearly adults themselves and were making their first entrance into adult society.

The moment Jesse St. James arrived with Rachel Nelson on his arm, the attention slowly shifted. Richard Nelson on the outside appeared as calm as ever, but within, he was being torn apart. He didn't understand how his daughter didn't see that the man she was with was no man at all, but a monster instead. His efforts to attempt to warn his daughter away from the young man fell upon deaf ears, and now he was left with no choice. Either way things went, his daughter was in danger. In his mind, he would rather lose her by his own hand than by her becoming one of them.

The night went on without a hitch. Appearances were being maintained which was of the utmost importance. No one could know what was occurring beneath their very noses.

William Fabray walked over to his old friend Richard and handed him a glass of whiskey. "Have you done what has been asked of you?"

Richard threw back the glass and allowed the whole contents to burn his throat. The feeling was a good distraction from the bile that was building in his stomach. "I handed her a glass of wine with a mixture of rosemary. If your source is correct, then when he bites into…" Not being able to say the name that he himself had picked, Richard simply continued. "Things should go accordingly." With a nod William walked away and left the man to his mourning.

At around nine in the evening, Jesse led Rachel outback through claiming that he desired to take a walk. Seeing that it was in fact a beautiful night, the brunette agreed. Everything seemed normal. They were chatting and laughing carelessly. In Rachel's mind there couldn't have been a more splendid end to a wonderful evening.

When they reached a spot that looked out onto the farming land of the Fabray Plantation, Jesse turned towards Rachel and placed a ring upon her finger. While clasping her hand, Jesse looked deep into her brown eyes and asked the most simple of questions. "Rachel, do you trust me?"

Without a second thought, Rachel quickly replied. "Of course I do, why do you…" Before she could finish her though, Jesse moved with a speed she had never seen and bite into her neck. What he was not expecting was for her body to have ingested Rosemary. Almost as quickly as it had all began, the vampire collapsed onto his knees with Rachel unconscious in his arms. His hearing picked up the sounds of men heading towards them, and he knew that he didn't have much time. With whatever little strength he had within in, Jesse ripped off the sleeve of his long sleeved shirt and bit into his arm. The moment the blood began to gush from the wound, he placed it to Rachel's mouth.

In that moment, a gunshot rang out through the air, and Jesse looked up to see a drunken Richard Nelson holding a shotgun with tears running down his face. Not feeling any pain coming from himself, St. James looked down to see a gunshot wound clearly in Rachel's chest. Rage quickly overtook his body at the sight of the girl he truly loved being hurt. In the blink of an eye, Jesse tried to run towards the Richard Nelson, but the Rosemary had weakened him too much. By the time he was standing, William Fabray was already stabbing a stake through his heart. In a split second, an eternity with the girl he loved was ripped from his grasps. His last thought before his body turned to ashes was him hoping that they thought Rachel was dead. She was too good, too perfect to be ripped from this world just yet.