Hey guys I decided to make a new story. My first try at a vampire diary fanfic, not my only idea but the one I wanted to go with.

Warning I have not (unfortunately) even finished season two so if I write something that is completely stupid or if it can never happen or something like that, don't be mean this is just how I imagined it okay? Okay!

I dodged another vervain bomb they had thrown. I sped up gasping as my lungs started burning, screaming for air. My wounds were still burning, apparently that's what happens when you get hit with vervain. I was running the fastest that I have ever ran, and being a vampire running my fastest is pretty fast. I dodged trees as I sped through the forest. I could hear them behind me but I didn't slow, I wasn't going back. If I did she would kill me, and this time she would make sure that I wouldn't come back to life. They weren't as fast as I was, all though I was a new vamp I still knew exactly what to do. Considering my mother was a vampire and she taught me everything there was to know about vampires, werewolfs, and any other apparent mythological creature. They had caught up to me and I saw the sun rising. I took a sharp left turn and hoped that that would confuse them if even just a little.

Up ahead I saw a house come into view. I ran faster, hoping and praying that somebody was home. As I made it to the door guilt started to eat away on my insides.

'Should I really involve another family?' I asked myself as I nervously looked over my shoulder. Before I could even answer my own question the door swung open. I jumped and looked into the eyes of a tall handsome boy. I was still breathing hard but I ended up opening and closing my mouth like a gaping fish.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a deep voice as his eyebrows curled in confusion.

"Ummm..." I said as I came back to where I was. I saw something behind him, when I look I saw another very handsome boy walking up behind boy, this one might have even been more handsome than the other.

"Stefan?" the guy coming up to the asked, "what is it?"

"S...Stefan?" I stuttered as I remember what she said. I backed up from the door as they both looked at me in confusion, "Stefan S..Salvatore?"

"Yes," the younger one said. The other one started walking toward me as I heard a crash behind me. I turned around in terror and took off in the direction of the woods again. Before I knew it someone grabbed me from behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other covering my mouth. I started struggling against the person but they hissed in my ear. "Shhhhh, we're not going to hurt you," it was the younger Salvatore, Stefan's voice.

I heard some footsteps from somewhere behind us and I closed my eyes as tears slowly started to flow out. I prayed that they wouldn't find me. I heard grumbling from behind us where the footsteps had been as something crashed. I started struggling against Stefan again. He tightened his grip around my waist as another cash came from behind us. Suddenly Stefan let go of me and, without hesitation, I took off in the opposite direction. I couldn't stop, I couldn't get involved. I just had to find him, he would keep me safe. As I made a sharp right a hand came out of nowhere and wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against a hard chest.

"Why do you keep running?" a voice whined into my ear. I recognized the voice as Damon's, the older of the two Salvatore brothers. My tears still kept coming leaving me even more breathless than I already was.

"I don't wanna go back," I said as the tears started to came even faster. Damon leaned his head lower, so close that it was almost touching my ear.

"Go back where?" he asked as he tightened his grip on my waist.

"I don't want to go back," I said again as I started to fall to the floor. I still couldn't breath. "Please don't take me back to her."

"Who's..." he started before a small gust of wind came out of nowhere, letting me know that the other Salvatore was here.

"Damon," Stefan said. Damon huffed and let me go, I ended up falling into Stefan's arms. I struggled for a minute but I soon stopped as the tears just started coming faster and faster. Before I knew it we were inside their house, in their living room. Stefan set me on the sofa and sat down next to me. Damon walked over to the bar and started pouring himself a drink.

"Want one?" he asked as he looked at me over his shoulder. I shook my head as the tears finally stopped. Damon shrugged and Stefan turned to me.

"Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" he asked in a gentle voice, I shook my head again.

"Great, so lets start with, who's her?" Damon said as he widened his eyes a little.

"Damon," Stefan said in irritation, glaring at his brother. Damon rolled his eyes and took another sip of his alcohol. "What's your name?" Stefan asked gently as if not to scare me.

"L...Laura," I stuttered, my voice was still a little shaky from all the crying and running.

"How original," Damon said widening his eyes again, I glared at him at the same time Stefan did.

"So Laura," Stefan started looking back at me, "how old are you?"

"16," I said shivering at the memory of my 16th birthday.

"How about this, how old are you now?" Damon asked before taking another sip of his alcohol.

"16," I answered again in a clearer voice than before.

"When did you turn 16?" Damon asked as annoyance crept onto his face.

"2 or 3 months ago," I said as Stefan wrapped a blanket around my shoulders.

"When were you changed?" Damon asked. I looked at Stefan, looking for approval and he nodded.

"The same day I turned 16," I answered as I huddled into the blanket.

"Well that must of been a nice birthday present," Damon smirked.

"Especially if it was given to you by your own mother," I whispered under my breath hoping they wouldn't hear.

"Your mother changed you?" Damon asked as surprised crept into his eyes. I cursed myself out under my breath and nodded.

"I need to find my father," I suddenly said. I surprised myself and the Salvatore brothers by saying it.

"And who is your father?" Stefan asked.

"Um..." I started as I searched my brain for his name. He had a strange name that was hard to remember. "Um... Rick, no Alick, no..." I said as I started throwing out names that sounded close to his.

"Alaric?" Damon suggested and I jumped as he said this.

"Yeah that's it," I said as the familiar name rolled it's self off of my tongue, "Alaric Saltzman."

Well what do you think?

Man I must've changed the age of the girl about 5 times, first it was 17, than 12, than 14, than 18, and now 16 :P Stupid ages! :)

Should I continue this story?

Is it a completely stupid idea?

Please review and tell me what you think!

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