A/N: So I did decided to do the rewrite and so here it is, the prologue! I will be deleting the chapters soon! Sorry!

Prologue

3rd POV

Lifeless…

Incomplete…

Unworthy…

Yes, as sad as it sounds that was exactly how the girl felt like at the moment, how she had felt like in all the centuries that had passed by as she aged no days, and as she died no deaths.

Immortal.

That was what she was, and it that was something that some people would kill for, to be able to never have to face death, to be able to have eternal youth for all the years to come. To withstand a bullet to the head, an arrow to the heart, and knife to the back, it was something most of have dreamed of; something they all wanted to have.

They didn't realize how lifeless you became realizing that you don't need to breath air or eat food like most people do. You didn't need to have emotions, didn't need to have love before your days ends; that you didn't need to do most of the things that would make up your life. Didn't need a job nor a lover to produce offspring, you didn't need an income or a stable household so that your children may prosper as they grew up. You just realized just how lifeless you became when it wasn't only just about your heart not beating.

They just didn't realize how incomplete you felt as you watched others love freely and for the rest of their days, to be able to grow old with the person that holds your heart. To have children that fill your days with both happiness and sadness.

How… unworthy you felt for you knew that you were the monster, and everyone was the child lying in bed, clutching their blanket to their chest as they told their parents over and over again that there was a monster residing in their closet, hiding under their bed, just waiting to snatch them up.

And that was how Camilla felt ever since she became immortal on her eighteenth birthday.

And as Camilla, a beautiful still teenaged girl with silky maroon colored hair that fell in beautiful curls down the sides of her face stopping short underneath her chin, with two different colored eyes, and ivory skin, continued to stare into the mirror, touching her rather flawless face, feeling anything but happiness. Eternal beauty was something she was unhappy about to say the least, oh how she wished some days that her immortality had a least given her the happiness of aging; she, unlike most, would've very much like to have that.

To have wrinkles that showed her past smiles without really having to smile, the aging spots to signify that she had lived a long enough life.

Yet, she would never receive such serenity.

Sighing, Camilla slipped on more beaded necklaces around her neck, fixing the white flapper dress she now wore.

After all, it was the 1920's, and in that time period, everyone seemed to love straight lined dresses and chopped short hair much to a certain maroon haired girl's dismay. Camilla only went along with the fashion trend simply because she knew that it was extremely popular (she had not seen a single girl with long hair ever since the trend had made it's début), and it would make her an obvious target to vampire hunters that roamed the roads.

Luckily, there's a trick to making long hair appear shorter using clips and bobby pins.

Fixing the last of it in the mirror of the dingy bathroom, trying to wave away any negative feelings that had spread throughout her body, Camilla headed back over to the party she currently was at. She wasn't sure herself as to why she was even at such a nauseating party, for the loudness was causing her ears to start hurting and it was becoming harder for her not to get excited over the smell of blood rushing through heated bodies as their heartbeat speed up in all the frenzy of the dancing, the alcohol, and some of the rather proactive people.

In truth, she only went because Camilla simply just needed to get out.

Slipping through the crowd of cheerful dancing couples, their bodies swaying to the same beat of the fast paced music, the maroon haired girl ended up in a nice booth in the corner, dark enough that it calmed her pounding ears, silent enough that she could finally relax, and hidden away enough so that she didn't have to deal with all the drunken patrons that had one too many.

Camilla sighed wistfully as she rested her cheek in her palm, gazing lazily at all humans who lived their lives with no care in the world, happily living in the moment. And as she twirled the straw inside her untouched alcohol beverage, a simply thought entered her mind: life.

All of these humans, all of these people to be exact, had a life. Had something that made it so that they didn't just simply exist; they had something that was worth existing for. They were actually living.

Camilla may have the advantage of immortality, but they had something better. Something Camilla was dearly envious for.

"Is this seat taken?" a cool voice interrupted her thoughts, causing the girl to shift her head towards a rather handsome gentleman standing nearby her booth, a drink in his hand but like the girl's, it had been untouched as well.

It was a rather tall man, with dark brown hair, smoothly styled so that there was no need for gel (unlike most men these days who used gel products in their hair), as well as tanned skin that was, surprisingly, flawless, and beautiful milk chocolate colored eyes. And as the man gazed back at the girl, she saw that he froze, his eyes widening to the size of saucers, his mouth slightly becoming agape as he peered into her own mismatched colored irises in pure bewilderment.

Camilla simply thought it was because of how rare it was to see a girl with different colored orbs; she just didn't know just how wrong she was at the time.

"No, it's free," she said politely, even though she wished to be by her lonesome self at the time.

Attachment was a dangerous thing, and sometimes, the simplest of conversations can tie you to a person even when you so dearly wish not to.

"Camilla?" He asked in disbelief, his grip tightening on the cup in his hand, looking as if he wanted to run over and embrace her, something she had not expected in the slightest.

"I'm sorry but do I know you?" She then asked, tilting her head innocently as she secretly focusing her listening onto a certain organ residing inside of him, wondering whether he was friend or foe.

He was another vampire, like her.

Looking shocked again, the man quickly wiped the surprise from his face, his features becoming neutral as he continued to gaze at her, drinking her all in.

"I guess not… Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Finn, Finn Mikaelson," he introduced as he sat in the seat across from her, kindly putting his hand out.

Deciding she wasn't really sure if she wanted to know how he knew her first name, she decided to introduce herself back.

"I'm Camilla, Camilla Haert."

To be continued…

A/N: Yes I am adding some canon story changes, anyways, please follow/fav/review! I already almost got the next chapter done, just adding some tweaks.