At first it's hard.
I'm stumbling through the darkness, trying to find myself. And when I do...
The girl who I was is lost, never to be found again.
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I'm feeding from a girl, my hands winding around her pretty, pale neck, her crystal blue eyes wide open in shock. I compel her not to scream, to just forget. It's easier that way. I watch her leave, a colourful scarf draped around her dripping wound, her hand rising instinctively to the pain.
I run my tongue over my fangs, revelling the taste of blood and the powerful surge that instantly flows through my veins. My red predator's eyes dilate, fading to my dark green ones. My veins retreat, and I continue my little mission outside of Mystic Falls.
New York. I'd always wanted to visit here; explore the wonders outside of my boring hometown. I had more purposeful means, though. When I fed on a human's blood to complete the transition, my fangs reacting on my own, my mind following numbly, And besides, nothing else mattered anymore. I just need to find out what a vampire hunter is.
And New York could possibly be the best place to start.
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I will search the whole world if I have to. I just need someone older than me, stronger and faster, to teach me. A vampire hunter. I must learn the ways of torture and deceit in a web of lies to become one. I just need to find one.
About a year later I finally stumble across someone. I'm feeding in the forest, enjoying my meal, when I hear the click of a wooden crossbow being loaded. I drop my victim and flash to the side, an arrow laced with vervain whizzing past the spot I had been standing in. Instantly I spring on the intruder, tackling them to the forest floor, knocking the lethal weapon from their hands. My fangs extend and I hiss in his face. It's a young man, older than me. He has sandy brown hair and deceiving brown eyes.
He swiftly pushes me aside and is on top of me in a second, the crossbow already loaded and aiming for my heart.
"You're a vampire hunter," I state calmly, though my eyes betray me as they widen in shock and accomplishment. "I thought I'd never find one."
"To be added onto your list of victims? You picked the wrong hunter, girlie." He pushes the arrow farther threateningly, and I try to break free of his iron-like grasp. His clasp is unbreakable, and to top things off, he stabs a dagger laced with vervain into my arm, pinning it into the ground.
The pain is unbearable but I manage to get by with a grimace, though my whole body is scorching and on fire. "Please don't kill me. I need to kill someone before I die."
"Is that so?" He pulls the dagger out of my arm easily and expertly spins it around in his hand.
"Yes." My voice is wavering and is barely above a whisper, now pleading. He stares into my eyes a long moment before getting up, offering me a hand, finally deciding that I'm pretty much harmless to him.
"Well, so do I. Alaric." I take his hand and he hefts me up.
I pause. "Jessica."
He nods, retrieving an arrow. "Nice to meet you."
As the time passes on I ask Alaric to train me. Naturally, he is surprised; a vampire who wants to learn how to kill others of her kind, how ironic is that? Grudgingly he accepts under my nagging pleas; he had said that training with a vampire would hone his skills as well, which gave both of us an advantage. But I knew it was also that he cared about me and wanted to help me out. Since I didn't know my parents, he seemed like a father to me, or an uncle. He was the closest thing I had ever had to family.
To him I'm kinder; we share similar burdens we carry through our lives and we learn about each others pasts. Inside he knows that deep down I'm lost and I'm scared, and turning into a vampire has only made me violent and uncaring. But is that really my true self? I have yet to find out.
So far, Alaric is the only person in my life I've ever connected to.
And the only person whom I trust.
A/N:: FINALLY I updated this story. Sorry for the long wait, I had writer's block for while. ;P It happens. Anyways, what do you think of Alaric training Jessica? Right now, what's going on is along the Season 2 timeline. When Jessica returns to Mystic Falls, it's going to take place in the beginning of my made-up Season 5 :D (I least, I think so, I'm not too sure yet...) Review, please! It encourages me to continue!
Oh, and do you guys think that Jessica/Damon/Elena is the right love triangle for this story? Should it be something completely different like Klaus/Jessica/Kol or Damon/Jessica/Klaus or something crazy like that? I dunno. To me this story is kind up like a writing warm-up so most times I'm not putting much thought into it. Tell me what you guys think!