Disclaimer: Only my Oc and her backstory are mine, all other things belong to the creators of spn and tvd

Chapter 1

As my truck rumbled into Mystic Falls I couldn't help but wonder what this case would be like. Every time a case landed me in a small town like this one someone or other would take notice of my foreign presence.

This city seemed to have a great enough population that I could go unnoticed by most, but there would always be the select few who would do something just to switch up my stay. In the past I had been reported to the police for things like suspicious activity, being an underaged girl out of school, and the occasional break-in. Big cities never paid attention to small things like this, but small towns always knew the ins and outs of the whole area. I was definitely not a part of their normal and monotonous life.

It was night by the time I parked my truck at the lone motel of Mystic Falls, so there weren't any questioning bystanders this time. The man at the check-in probably hadn't seen the light of day in his life, let alone gotten to know everyone in the city, so there were no questions there. The only look I got from him was the down-up-and-boobs.

"Sign your name here," he said as he handed over a sign-in sheet. I gave him the half-fake name of Corinne Smith, which I had for one of my several fake identities that I had assimilated over time.

As soon as I got a room key, I made my way to the single bed room. It was one of the better places I had stayed in overall. It included a small kitchenette with a functioning sink, so that was a huge plus. There weren't any signs of infestations or mold. And the best part of the whole thing was the huge, generic painting of a landscape.

I didn't exactly enjoy the massive eyesore of a picture, but it did give me a good place to hide any mapping and research of the town that would help me figure out the current vamp situation. With the painting to hide everything I wouldn't have to deal with an unsuspecting maid uncovering the pictures of a supernatural creatures or bloody corpses... again.

After admiring the luxury of the room, I threw my duffel bags onto the top of the squeaky mattress. My body followed soon after. After driving for more than a day my eyelids felt like they were being weighed down by anvils, and my limbs were full of sand. My eyes shut in seconds, and my consciousness drifted off into a world of darkness.

The next morning I woke to the unfortunate sound of the alarm. It was so goddamn annoying. With a grunt I lifted my lazy arm and let it drop onto the stupid alarm. There was a small cracking noise that didn't sound all too good. I'd have to add a new alarm clock to my list of items that I needed.

With a sigh I rose slowly to my feet and started towards the bathroom. Almost immediately afterwards I tripped over my bag, which had somehow ended up on the carpet in my more than likely fitful sleep. Mornings suck.

I reached over and unzipped the offending bag harshly. Without any effort I reached in and pulled out the first complete outfit that I could pull together. In this case it consisted of worn skinny jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, and a flannel.

The shower I took was quick, as I wanted to start researching immediately. A case like this couldn't wait. With so many violent attacks on humans, the town had to have at least a small nest. It was odd to see so many bodies left around, though. Usually the vamps would take their prey back to their nest and draw out the time that they fed. The obvious kills were, quite frankly, sloppy. I had considered another option before, but now it became a little more prominent in my mind. Maybe they were a different breed.

The kills had patterns, they were in public areas, and even the attacks seemed more civilized, less vicious and bloody, than those that I had encountered before. I had researched every known kind, and these traits matched up with a few of the descriptions which I had found. After searching the internet and shuffling through my books I finally found the only vampire which matched every single description. They were apparently the direct descendants of the original vampires. This kind originated from humans, so they had the most human attributes. The ones which I usually hunted were more closely related to demons, so controlling them was much harder.

With this information at hand, I started tacking pieces of articles, pictures, and other notes onto the wall, trying to fit together a map of the current situation.

My work was suddenly cut off by a loud rumble. Looking down, I realized that it was in fact my stomach which sounded like a Harley combined with a werewolf.

To my surprise, the clock on the nightstand read 9:30. Apparently I had researched through both breakfast and lunch, and even the normal time for dinner. The lack of sunlight leaking through the gaps between the curtains confirmed it.

Grabbing my keys, a jacket, and a knit hat, along with a Bowie knife and several stakes which I hid in various places, I stepped out of the motel room, walked the few steps from the door to my car, and hopped into the cabin. The engine rumbled to life at the same time my stomach screamed for food. Taking that as a magical sign, I pulled out of the parking lot, and drove towards the downtown area of the lovely, vampire infested, Mystic Falls.

The city itself seemed fairly nice; central parks, nice shop-fronts, and good landscaping gave off the friendly rural feeling. It probably looked even better in the daytime, with the shiny white-picket fences lining the roads and nicely trimmed hedges. From my experience, I knew that these are the towns that hold the most secrets. The only question was, was it a city scandal, or a supernatural, "we perform sacrifices," secret that the townspeople held?

The first restaurant and bar that caught my eye ended up being the Mystic Grill. It looked to be the most popular place yet, so it had to have at least some form of good food.

Parking my Ford F-150 in the nearest spot, I followed the sidewalk up to the front doors of the grill. As I entered I was greeted by a blond waiter, who set up a table closest to the bar. His name tag read Matt, and looked to be about 17.

"You know, I haven't seen you around here before," Matt said as he handed me the menu. I rolled my eyes mentally at the commentary. Every conversation in a town like this started with some variant of those words.

"Yeah, I'm staying here for a little while," I explained to the waiter. I didn't provide anymore information than this. This hunt could be one that lasted for a few days, or it could last a month. It was best not to make too many decisions on what story I would stick with without a general timeframe or plan of action.

"That's cool." He sounded a little bit downcast, hoping for more than a few words than the ones which he had received. "Well, if you need any help with the menu, call me over."

Not looking up from the laminated list I muttered a quick and dismissing "Will do."

I hadn't even gotten a chance to read the menu when I felt a presence appear in the seat across from me. My muscles grew tense, readying me to get out of the bar if need be.

"Can I help you," I asked in what I hoped sounded like annoyance. I kept my eyes on the laminated paper to avoid looking too nervous about my new company. The hand of the man across from me suddenly reached over and plucked it from my hands. I let out a huff as I stared where the menu once was.

"It depends on what you think I want," the man suggested. I flicked my eyes up to the man. His hair was black, eyes ice blue, thick eyebrows, and a strong jawline. I had to admit, he was handsome. But this was negated by his posture which radiated cockiness and a need for dominance. He had to be in his early to mid twenties.

"Do you want to be rejected? Because if you keep up with what you are doing, you'll have it in no time."

"I'm truly hurt," he said with fake offense. He wasn't going to back down.

"And you'll be in even more pain when my boyfriend gets here," I lied off the top of my head. The lie sounded convincing even to me. My heart beat had been steady, and I had learned to hide my tells from sight.

Even though it sounded like the truth, and looked like it, the man knew that it wasn't. I could see the amused glint in his eyes. With a smirk he leaned across the table. "Oh, how inconvenient. But you and me both know that's a lie. You know you want to come with me back to my place."

It took less than a second for me to recognize his dilating eyes and drop a small wooden stake out from my sleeve and into my hand. He didn't even open his mouth before the stake was buried into his hand which rested on the table.

"Agh!" He grunted out in pain. A strained look crossed his already pain ridden face. He must have been using some effort to avoid alerting the whole bar of the situation. "What the hell was that for?! Bitch!" he whisper yelled at me.

He reached out and pried my fingers from the stake before pulling the piece of wood out of his hand. The skin quickly healed over, confirming his vampirism. It would have been a bit awkward if he wasn't a vamp.

"Do that again and it'll be your heart," I growled dangerously. Though I knew his compulsion could not affect me, the thought of someone trying to control me was not something that I liked.

Without another word from either side I rose from the table and stalked out of the grill.

I hadn't even taken ten steps out of the door when I was whisked off of my feet by a fast moving body, and slammed into the brick wall of an unknown alley. Pain shot through my back and head where they made contact with the wall. This vampire was much stronger than a lot of the others that I had encountered. If this was normal strength for his kind, then I would be in for some fun.

My fingers grasped at the tightly clamped fingers around my neck, trying, and failing, to pry them off. Each breath was made difficult by my strained trachea. His fingers dug into my neck, sure to leave a nasty bruise later.

"How do you know about vampires? Why are you here?!" The vampire asked in a threatening tone. His blue eyes searched my own. He completely ignored my legs which were trying to form a sort of leverage to push him away from me. My wavy brown hair fell into my eyes as I strained and pushed to get his hand away from my neck.

"Can't - exactly- answer- like this-" I gasped out of my constricted throat. The vampire hesitated as he thought about what to do. Finally he came to a decision, and roughly dropped me before pinning the top of my arms to the wall.

Fresh air flooded my lungs, causing me to cough. I was almost sure that my lungs would end up on the ground from all the hacking.

"Thanks, you're so kind," I coughed out sarcastically. Flipping my hair off of my face I stared up at him with increased anger.

This vampire, ever so cocky, smirked before the steely look returned to his angular face.

"How do you know-?" he started before I cut him off.

"About vampires, yeah I heard you the first time." My sea green eyes searched his blue eyes, wondering how to phrase my words to avoid spilling any secrets that he didn't need to know. "I would tell you, but I don't even know your name," I tried to divert the conversation. It didn't work at all. His grip only became tighter.

"If you-"

"Yeah, alright, no need to threaten me, I'll tell you," I cut him off again. A look of frustration crossed his face when I did this, but satisfaction replaced it when he heard what I said.

The next look to cross his face was pain as I shoved yet another stake into his abdomen. His grip on my arms prevented it from going into his heart, but this would hurt bad enough to slow him down for a while.

With a loud cry he released me, giving me the opportunity to escape. I sprinted as hard as I could, and threw myself into the truck's cabin after violently yanking open the door. With great speed I pushed the key into the ignition and turned it. Hurriedly shifting the gears to drive I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal, and I lurched into the empty road towards the motel.

The whole ride back I kept peering into my rearview mirror and glancing over my shoulder. Even as I pulled into the parking lot of the motel I had to do several checks to make sure the vampire hadn't followed me.

I approached my door, and looked over my shoulder once more before turning the key with a small click.

As I entered the motel room I returned to my wall of ideas. I didn't know much yet, but I did know that this would be a long case. I had to gather information on this species, as there was little that I could find in my notes which I had compared with other hunters. Anything that I found could help out.

With this in mind I made my decision.

I called Uncle Bobby up the next morning to get all of my forged school records in order, and had him pretend to be my father calling for a transfer. It took some persuasion and reassurances, but he managed to convince the school board to let me in on the upcoming Monday. It was already wednesday, so I would be starting in 5 days, on the 22nd of March. I always hated being the new kid in school, and that was when I started at a normal time of the year.

My plan had been to come in, find out what was going on in Mystic Falls, and possibly kill some vampires. But high school is more dangerous than all of those combined.