A/N: Hi all! So, I totally shouldn't be writing this. I've got so many other stories I should be updating instead. But I couldn't resist. The season finale of the Vampire Diaries practically screamed to me saying 'fanfic time.' Anyways, I hope you take the time to read this story. It takes place right after the episode ended, so there are probably some spoilers to the finale.

Hope you enjoy! Please R&R! Thanks

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

Prologue:

"Jeremy," Elena called up the stairs. "Are you up?" She waited for a response, but realized that he probably wouldn't respond knowing it was her.

Taking a deep breath she resolved herself to going upstairs and talking to him. He had to find out what went down that night from her and not from Anna.

She was about to go upstairs when she heard a crash from the kitchen.

Frowning, she called out, "Jenna, is that you?"

No answer. There was something wrong here, she could feel it. As she slowly walked towards the kitchen, the sense of trepidation nearly overwhelmed her. It was so bad that she stopped at the entrance of the kitchen afraid to go further.

Nothing seemed wrong, as she did a quick scan of the room. So why was her 'spidey' sense going crazy? Looking from left then right she quickly realized why.

There was blood against the wall. Gulping down her shudder she took tentative steps around the island; whatever or whoever was there was surely behind the counter, she could feel it.

Two more steps, she saw a pair of manly feet. "Oh my God, please don't be Jeremy," she sputtered out.

She took another deep breath. She could do this, she could do this…. She kept telling herself.

Elena practically tiptoed around the island and the sight she found made her jump two feet backwards.

"Oh my God!" she yelled. "Uncle John!"

No, not her uncle, her father lay slumped against the cupboard. A huge gash ran down from his throat to his abdomen. His eyes stared at her, lifeless, but she still rushed to his side.

"John," she called. "John." She shook the man that she'd only recently come to know as her father, hoping to stir him from his endless slumber.

He wasn't waking no matter how hard she shook him. The sobs that she heard break free from her mouth shocked her so much that she shook the man harder. And with this effort it jolted his right arm free to fall across the floor.

Elena caught a glimpse of his mutilated right hand, turned and threw up right on the floor.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and jumped up. She looked at John and then turned away so she couldn't see his lifeless eyes staring accusingly at her.

'I didn't do this,' she wanted to scream. But she didn't.

Elena ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Who did this?" she said to herself.

Where were Jenna and Jeremy? Why didn't they hear who did this? Where were they? Were they hurt?

The last thought shocked her into movement. She ran out of the kitchen and through to the front hall, taking the stairs two at a time. Reaching the upstairs landing she stopped in her tracks, shaking. Was she prepared to see what she thought she might see? No, definitely not. But she had to know her family was all right.

She nodded to herself, resolved to do what she had to do. Jeremy first, she had to know he was all right. If anything ever happened to him… she didn't know what she would do.

Elena took hesitant steps towards her brother's door. She could hear music blasting from inside. Maybe that explained his lack of response and not hearing what went on downstairs.

Elena knocked on the door, waiting. No answer. "Jere," she called. "Please Jeremy, talk to me."

Nothing still. The trepidation was back full force. She didn't care if he got mad at her; she pushed open the door, bracing herself for what she might see.

What she saw was Jeremy lying across his bed. He was sleeping… good, she was glad he hadn't heard or seen what had happened downstairs. She'd just go and call the police and…

Before shutting the door behind her something caught her eye. Blood, on the floor by Jeremy's night stand. She shuddered at the sight, she didn't want to investigate… but had to.

Walking over to the nightstand she saw where the blood's source was coming from. A knife on the night stand, dripping blood on the ground.

"No," Elena murmured before her mind could catch up. "No Jeremy, you didn't!"

She approached her brother on his bed and shook him. "Jeremy, wake up!" she said loudly. "Jeremy!" He didn't stir. "Jeremy, come on wake up!"

Something was terribly wrong. She didn't want to, but she put a hand to his neck looking for a pulse. And then she screamed.

Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed my rendition on what happens next. More to come soon.