Chapter 1

- Warrior Princess -

"He walks the midnight hour
across the barren place
Fire dances in his dark eyes
An evil smile upon his face
Wind billows his dark cloak
and tosses his raven hair
Motionless I stand
captured in his stare
Has he come for my pleasure
or has he come for my pain ?
In a moment I know the reason
as he takes my soul again."


Jeremy Gilbert walks up to the lifeless body of a young maiden, dressed in a thin white nightgown, draped over the cold ground in the most unnatural position. The crowd surrounded around the dead center buzzed as he walks in and turns her over, yet no one makes a move to get closer. No one wants to be stained with the devils.

Jeremy looks down on her young face. Too young. And very so dead. Every color that was once on the girl's face is now wiped out, drained out along with her life through a fatal bite on the side of her neck. The edges of the big wound are ragged, several more bite marks cut through the delicate skin. He can see through the thin veil of her dress, more bite marks on her inner thighs, close to her intimate area, which is not covered with any undergarment.

"Bastard." Jeremy hissed, clenched his teeth as he gently shut the eyes of the unfortunate. Whoever did this to her, made sure it hurt and made sure to retrieve pleasure in return.

Someone walks to his side, he doesn't need to turn around to know it was his younger sister. Elena Gilbert kneels down and places a white rose next to the body, like every other time they would find one.

"Her family is on the way." She announces in a hard tone before standing up.

"They got one of us today." He muttered through tight jaw

"Only fair if we take two in return." She answers with as much compressed rage in her soft voice.

"But three is the holy number." Jeremy smirks

"Talking like my brother." Elena smiles, nudges him on the side.

They leave one last glance at the dead body before a heart-wrenching cry tears open the buzzing ambience of the curious crowd. A woman in her mid forties throw herself through the circle, into the center and crashes down next to their feet.

"Evelyn! No! Not her, God not her! Evelyn please wake up to mama. Mama's here. Wake up!" She cries, punching the cold ground, pulling her hair out, deliriously rubbing the girl's arm, pleading for the warmth to return.

"Let's go." Jeremy throws an arm around his sister's shoulder and leads them away from the scene.

Elena keeps her chin up and her face stern but inside she is just as shaken as the poor woman. Three years ago it was her place to mourn. Three years ago was the day she turned from helpless and naïve Elena into a fighter, a warrior skilled and trained to fight, to kill. Three years ago she had a father. Their father was the best clockmaker in her village. He was the kindest man that no one failed to love once they got to interact with him. He loved his children. He was the best father she had ever known and would never had again. He was killed by a vampire. Jeremy found him outside his workplace, lying on the white snow, cold from death. Torn open neck, drained with life, broken and gone. Grayson Gilbert passed away and took a bit of life from his children with him. Jeremy's paintbrushes have been replaced with wooden stakes and bows that he makes with his own hands. Elena's writing quilts have been replaced by vervain-soaked arrows and darts. Their home was left empty so they could wander town after town, seeking after death to trace the devils. They stick together, nurtures one another with sibling love, intact memories of their father and one burning flame of hatred and a vow of revenge. They are vampire slayers, they kill to protect their own kind, each death of the cursed creatures a red rose to place on their father's grave.


"This place is such a disgrace." Elena wraps her road coat tighter around her body. She glances over to her side, disgusted by the sight she saw through the corner of her eyes. Jeremy follows her gaze and clenches his teeth. A woman sat daintily on a bench under the shadow of a tree, her arms wrung around a man's neck, her décolletage hung carelessly across her busty chest. But what disturbing is the vivid bite mark on her neck, at the position of her pulse. As if hearing them, the man turns his head around to look at them. He was extraordinarily handsome with a copper red hair that cascades down his forehead, his eyes are grey, his other features are just as flawless. All of them are.

"Filthy." Jeremy spits.

The man, no, the vampire grins, flashing them a crooked teeth that is sharper and longer than normal.

"Relax now, my friend. Don't cause a scene the minute you come to town now, will you?"

They turns to the voice and Jeremy relaxes a little. Elena looks up at the rather hunky man with a curious yet skeptical look.

"Tyler." Jeremy smiles a little and greets his long lost friend with a enthusiastic hug.

"Still in one piece, Gilbert. Good." Tyler pats his shoulder before realeasing and looks over at the younger Gilbert.

"This is Elena. My sister." Jeremy nods.

"Tyler Lockwood." He smiles, takes the hand she offers and places his other hand on it.

"My brother talks very fond of you." She nods her head. She would have curtsied with a bow of her head and a shrug of her dress. But she isn't wearing a dress, and curtsying while wearing a leather skirt with brown leather knee-high boots will look funny.

"Oh does he?" Tyler squints. "Let's go to my place." He suddenly stiffens.

Elena glances back and sure the vampire was eyeing them.


"What is that all about?" Elena looks at a pile of chains and thick ropes pilling up in a corner of Tyler's place.

"For when the moon is full." Tyler blinks a little, looking uncomfortable for a split second.

"He's a wolf boy." Jeremy laughs shortly.

"Oh." Elena clicks. "You're not alone I suppose?"

"Pardon?" Tyler tilts his head over pouring them three cups of hot tea.

"You usually stay in pack, don't you?" She smiles softly.

"Oh right." He laughs, throwing Jeremy a look that says 'your sister is something alright'. "Actually I am with my … pack. There are 8 of us. And I think there are 2 other groups staying here."

"Why are the bloodsuckers lingering around here then?" She frowns. Vampires and werewolves are natural rivals, enemies.

"Oh, you don't know? Mystic Falls is a grey zone." Tyler hands her a cup of tea.

"Witches, werewolves, … vampires. Everyone knows what everyone are." Jeremy adds. "It's the merging line."

"We aren't allowed to fight here. If we do, the witches come in." Tyler shrugs

"What about the human? What was that we saw on the street? Don't the witches come in when it's about human?" Elena fumes

"That's different." Tyler sighs. "Elena you are new to this. But you should know not all of … your kind fear or loath vampires. Some find the idea alluring and thrilling. Also it's …" He stammers, blushing slightly if she isn't mistaking.

"Lust. Sex. Beauty. Power. Immortality. It's tempting." Jeremy joins in. "Those bloodsuckers are good at seduction. And also there's compulsion. But there are those who come to them voluntarily." He finishes the last sentence with clear disgust.

Elena is stunned. She recalls the lusting look on the girl's face, the way her arms circling around the red head vampire's neck. And she feels like gaging.

"Anyway. Fill us in on the local map." Jeremy changes the subject, knowing that look on his sister's face.

"Right." Tyler is even more eager to ease out the tension.

They spends the whole afternoon for Tyler to show them a map of Mystic Falls, he shows them the places where vampires center, which will be their hunting field.

"So basically when the night falls, their fests begin. The Mystic's wine house is their hot spot. Mostly vampires and human there. We try to stay away from them in the dark of night." He adds, referring to the wolves' area on the other side of the map to the wine house. "But the owner of that place is a very powerful witch. So if something happens with force on the human, she'll interfere."

"Good." Jeremy says just that, his eyes are still focus, his mind is on the plan for the hunting night to come.

Elena snorts in disgust. They are not so different from the other places they have been in the last three years. A filthy bars with slutty and disgraceful human, drowning themselves arrogantly in wine and blood. Easy targets.

"Be careful, guys." Tyler chuckles. "This is Mystic Falls. So there are a lot of old, I'm talking centuries old ones here. And they are that much smarter, faster and stronger than the ones you guys found on some random towns."

"We'll cope." Elena smirks. "Now excuse me, a girl have to be prepared for her night out." She excused herself from the room.

She walks coldly into another room to 'prepare' herself. She had seen and well understood that looks Tyler has been giving her. That confusing look, that screams questions, doubts. What a tiny girl with big round eyes like her could do. She saw that in men before. She has grown against it. Still it bugs her every time, as if she is still waiting for someone that wouldn't underestimate her, would take her seriously. She hates this gender discrimination.

She stocks 3 wooden stakes on each side of her legs, into the leather garner banded around her upper thighs. She puts vervain darts under the first layer of her shirt, carefully hides them under the fabric. She pushed fresh vervain in the hem of her shirt wrists. She continues to arm herself from head to toes before straightens up. She takes a bottle full of a transparent liquid and walks back to her brother.

"Cheers, Jer." She smirks, pouring a little of the liquid into his cup of tea before bring it up to her own lips.

"Vervain tea. Just what I need for a fun night out." Jeremy nods, tips his cup to her and downs it.


They are having a lucky night. Jeremy has already got one vampire, probably a very young one, staked good and dead. He drags the corpse into a dark corner. Can't let his next preys get guarded...

And Elena is on her target on the other side of the wine house. She is hiding behind the safe nest of the dark shadow, blocked from the view of the back door of the wine house. Two figures stumbling out of the place and Elena almost hums in anticipation. It is the red head vampire that she saw earlier, but it's a different girl. It only fuels her anger more. She aims, the vampire starts to pin the girl on the wall, lowers his head to her cleavage before lapping his way up to her neck. Elena grits her teeth and the dart soaked with vervain flew from her hand and plunged into the vampire's back. He lets out a deep grunt before collapses to the ground on his knees. She jumps over her hiding spot, a stake firm in her hand, she speeds up when she comes a feet away from the vampire, she pushes her feet into the hard ground and leaps up in the air before coming down and stabs the stake to his back. She feels flesh and bones being punctured by the force of her jump until she hears that sick thudding sound and her stake goes through the beast's heart. He collapse down, the pink on his flawless skin turns grey, the eyes turns glassy, the lips cracks, the flesh turns cold and veins protrudes from his skin before it freezes the sicken beauty in his face into a dead mask.

"No. No. Henry! What did you do?" The girl sobs after pulling herself from her shock. She falls to her knees and pulls the dead corpse into her lap, roaming her hands over the body.

Elena looks at her pitifully, shaking her head at the madness of this town. She turns on her heels and heads to the meeting point with Jeremy. They would split for the sudden death attacks, but they need to be together if they get into a proper fight against a vampire.

She walks on the gravels, feeling the breeze cools off the sweat on her skin. Then she senses that. That eerie feeling of being watched, followed that makes the small hair on her arms stood up and cold chills creeps down her spine. She turns around, tenses up like a cat, her senses run on its max as she scans through the night. Everything is quiet and normal. But she isn't fooled. One of them is here. She slides a hand down her thigh and retrieves a stake, legs spread as she takes a stance. She is only a corner away from the meeting place with Jeremy. Maybe she'll run. She takes one last scan before decide to turn around.

Her heart stops, her whole body shuts down when the moment she turns around she is faced with a body, merely thin air away from her face. Her nostrils automatically take in a sensuous scent radiating from the stranger. Even through a layer of black silk-like fabric she can still make out a wide and well-formed chest. He stands there as still as a statue, as if he is part of the night. She looks up in reflex and her world is soaked in an ocean of iridescent blue. Strong arches of dark eyebrows, hair as black as the dark of night, a strong set of jaws, masculine defined cheekbones, pale skin as smooth as marbles and a sultry pouty sets of red lips. She is frozen in placed.

They are all beautiful.

But this one is too beautiful.

Vampire!

Her thoughts sounds like they are coming from a far far away land in her own head.

What is this?

What is this electrifying buzzes on her skin? Where are her reflexes? Where is her strength? Where is she?

What eyes that are so blue?

Fight. Stake him. Her heart makes it presence as it races in her ribcage, her blood boils.

Stay calm.

Stake.

She can't break his gaze.

Run!

She can't breath. Seconds passes but it feels like a few lives have passed. The breezy wind flapped around them, mingling his black robe with her lilac one.

His lips twitches, a corner of his mouth lifts up. He saw this human girl leaping in the air like a warrior before stabbing a lethal attack into the back of one of his kind. Yet not here she stands, trembling like a leaf in the wind in front of him. A strange excitement and thrill prickles at the back of his emotion-free mind.

And she feels a cool touch on the side of her cheek. He's barely grazing her skin with the back of his hands. She feels a shudder courses through her.

"Very interesting." He says, almost inaudible.

She shivers when his cool breath fans over her face, shivers at the velvety of his enigmatic voice. She feels the wooden stake slipping in her sweaty palms.

The stake.

Vampire!

Jeremy. Father.

She recovers and plunges her hand forward, aiming a diagonal angle that will make the stake goes through the space between his ribs into his heart cavity.

"Oooph. That was close." He smirks.

She didn't even realize her wrist was captured in his hand.

She knees up. He disappears, making her tumble when her knee didn't hit its target then he reappears on her right. She retrieved the silver blade from under her sleeve and swings it right. She cuts in only thin air. Adrenaline floods her veins as she backs up on her feet, taking a low stance, bracing herself for a jump.

"You'll hurt yourself before you can shred a drop of blood from me."

Her back touches his front. She closes her arms, spins around and pushes the blade forward. He steps away from her throw with ease.

"Oh God." She gasps when she's pinned against the cold rough wall. She didn't even see it happened.

"Stop struggling." He peered into her eyes, his pupils dilate. She buckles against the wall and tries to knocks him with her head. He dodges it like he would a fly.

"Of course she has vervain." He laughs, a dark and humorless laugh.

She has her wrists pinned under his palms, his knees presses on her thighs. She is in an iron grip, with no escape for her body while her mind is trapped with his penetrating scent.

"If you scream, I will kill whoever come to your calling." He smirks again, stopping her mouth when it half way opens.

"I will kill you the first chance I get." She spits

"Not if you're already dead." He purrs. "Now what is your name, pretty little thing?"

She clenches her jaw shut, burning him with the intensity of her hateful eyes.

He chuckles. As fast as anything else she feels a wet and warm touch on her neck. She gasps. The tip of his tongue is tracing along the throbbing pulse on her neck. She feels a violent shudder washes through her body, makes her shaken in places she doesn't even know exist.

"Such a waste." He chuckles on her skin when he picks up the herbal scent of vervain mixed in the honeyed aroma of her boiling virgin blood.

"Kill me. Kill me now, you fucking bloodsucking beast." She feels a shameful tear rolls out when he laps his flatten tongue up and down the column of her slender neck.

"Oh. Someone's coming." He finally lifts his head up from her neck. She feels exhausted, shamed and puzzled all at once.

"Don't worry. I'll come back for you, little warrior princess." He smirks.

A tear escapes and makes it way down her cheek. His eyes glue on it. He leans in and catches it with his lips before it touches her jawline. He picks up its trace with his lips close, gliding up her cheek. Elena squeezes her eyes shut, starting to afraid that she would explode in her own skin.

What is this?

What is this burning fire in the core of her body? What is this weakening feelings in her legs?

"Elena? Elena? God, are you hurt?" Jeremy rounds the corner and panic.

She opens her eyes to see her brother rushing towards her.

"Jeremy." She utters before her legs fails to carry her.

Jeremy takes her into his arms before she hits the ground.

"Damn it! Did one of them get to you?" Jeremy peers his eyes through the night, prompting for any sight of danger.

She is shaking in his protective hold. For the first time in three years, she feels very much vulnerable and scared. Not just because of her near death experience, but because of some unknown feeling that has been dominating her body and mind since she looked into those eyes. She echoes his last words in her head.

I'll come back for you.


I had this idea for over a month now and I had to write it down just to give myself the peace of mind. I delayed writing it because I couldn't quite place my thoughts into the right words. But it kept nagging at me.

So here it is. The Gilbert kids in a nomad badass vampire slayers fashion and dark Damon in a little twisted version of Mystic Falls.

I'm not 100% satisfied but it will have to do because I-just-had-to-write-it-down.

Love it or Hate it? Should I continue this idea or leave it as it is?

Drop me a review if you have time. :)

Hope you had fun reading this piece of scrabble.