The house was dark when I entered and there was an eerie silence that immediately put me on edge. My mum usually hugged me when I got home from school, even though I'd tried to tell her numerous times that I was sixteen now and I didn't like it, but today she didn't. Hearing muffled voices above me, I moved quietly towards the stairs using the railing for assistance in my anxious state. I bit down hard on my tongue to stop myself from screaming when a beam of sunlight revealed a smeared trail of blood along the wall. This was bad. Really bad.

I tiptoed silently towards my parents' room where the noise was coming from and an overwhelming feeling of dread washed over me. The sounds of a violent struggle were combined with a muffled gurgling and I clamped my hand to my mouth as hot tears ran down my cheeks. I counted to ten to calm myself down knowing that I had to go in there and face whoever was doing this to my mother so I could stop them, but suddenly there was a loud and frightening snapping sound, followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground. I burst into the room to find my mother lying on the floor alone with her head contorted at a horrific angle that made me want to throw up. I fell to my knees and slowly crawled over to her, my hands becoming coated in her still warm red blood. I began stroking her long auburn hair from her face and leapt backwards when I noticed the blood that was smeared over her mouth and chin, the only fault to her otherwise perfect face. What in hell had happened to her? I curled up in a ball beside her body and took her hand in mine, hoping that if I fell asleep she would be alive when I woke up.

I flew into a sitting position, my heart beating frantically from the vivid memories of that night. I shivered as a cold breeze blew against my damp, sweaty skin and I stared at the open window confused. My mouth formed an 'o' shape as the memories of last night entered my mind and my hand instantly went to my neck to search for the pair of wounds. A smile spread across my face when my fingertips found my skin to be unmarked and healed knowing that my plan had worked perfectly.

Oh what fun last night had turned out to be! That beautiful dark creature gave so much more than he received and he was completely and utterly oblivious. The poor guy had no idea what the repercussions of his little treat would be. He hadn't been able to see the dangerous and devious woman that lied just below the innocent little girl exterior I had put on. But he would do soon. I was going to need to visit him at some point to make sure he knew what he'd done. What they had done. The excitement of what was to come was almost too much to bear.

I slid from my bed and stood in front of the mirror. My white nightdress had a thin trickle of blood down it that I traced with my finger, knowing that soon enough the entire garment would be glistening with the wet substance. My mahogany curls looked wild but beautiful and I couldn't help the glee that spread through me as I realised just how well all of this was coming together. During the past few months I had focused on making myself look beautiful, knowing that my female abilities would make all of this that much easier. I knew exactly how to manipulate a man so that I had him wrapped around my finger, practically begging me to let him assist me. I had spent enough time perfecting the necessary traits to get exactly what I wanted from people. I left no room for emotions. I was unrecognisable from before. Some people would say for the worst, but I would say for the better. Emotions made you weak and I was stronger than ever; no one would hurt me again.

I made my way downstairs and paused to look at the picture of my mother on the kitchen wall. She looked so beautiful and alive, her auburn hair spread around her on the picnic blanket. I clamped my teeth together and tensed my jaw in pure determination; I was doing this for her. I grabbed a knife from the worktop and lowered myself onto the cold marble floor, my view of my mother now blocked. I took a couple of deep breaths and then with a steady hand lifted the blade to my neck, quickly slicing through the rapidly pulsing carotid artery. Not being able to stop myself, I screamed in agony as blood spurted from the gash all over the white kitchen. I fell onto my side as my eyes slid shut of their own accord, and I didn't fight because they suddenly felt way too heavy to keep open. I began to gurgle as my mouth filled with blood and I felt the life quickly draining out of me. The darkness rapidly washed over me and just before I disappeared I called out. I love you Mommy.


Damon's POV

Elena was laying on the magnificent king sized bed in one of the spare rooms of the boarding house, her slender arms resting on top of the silk charcoal sheets and her rich brown curls in a beautiful arrangement around her head. Her long, dark eyelashes cast a shadow on her perfect face, which looked peaceful and angelic in death. I touched my fingertips lightly to her flawless cheek, her olive skin glowing softly in the dull light of twilight. The silence of her heart and stillness of her chest felt wrong and it was infuriating. Fuck her for doing this! Why did I even bring her back here?

I walked across the room to stare out the window, not wanting to tear the girl to shreds in fury. Why in hell did she have to go and kill herself while she had my blood in her system? This was a shitty shitty day. Maybe I should just stake her? Then again it had been a while since I'd had someone to play with.

"What have you done?" I suddenly heard the outraged voice of my brother say from the doorway.

"Hello brother." I replied, irritated.

"What are you doing with her? Have you killed her?"

I turned around to see my brother perched on the side of the bed, his hand outstretched as if to touch her.

"She had my blood in her system and then killed herself, so I brought her here ready for when she wakes. The last thing we want is a vampire in transition going on a killing rampage; she'd blow our cover. Although since she is apparently suicidal anyway I'm pretty sure we don't need to worry about her." I explained indifferently.

"Damon, why did she have your blood in her system?" I could hear an annoying trace of warning in Stefan's voice and it made me wonder how long he was going to keep up this 'I am not a monster', 'I'm better than you', 'Where's your moral compass?' façade.

"I had some fun with her last night. She was like a feisty chew toy, and believe me she tasted simply divine. I'm sure you would have enjoyed her greatly. But I drank a little too much, since she was just so sweet, so I fed her my blood to make sure I wouldn't lose the chance to taste her again. What I obviously hadn't predicted was the craving she had for the other side." I recounted, not being able to resist the smirk that pulled at the corner of my mouth.

Stefan suddenly flew at me, but the idiot didn't stand a chance. I was too strong and fast for him to ever take me by surprise, thanks to his appetite of all things fluffy. "Really Steffy? Are we really going to do this?"

Stefan huffed and ran his hands through his hair, his brows pulled together into a deep frown. "She was just an innocent girl Damon! Look how young she is! Do you have no boundaries?" He yelled, his voice shaking in anger.

I rolled my eyes and sat in the armchair beside the heat of the blazing fire. "They're all the same to me. I'm not picky; I'll take whatever's going."

Stefan shook his head and sat back down beside Elena. I narrowed my eyes as I watched him trace the healing self-inflicted wound.

"Oh and Stefan, think next time before you decide to lunge at me. We both know I could break you in the blink of an eye. You lost that fight long ago. I wouldn't try it again." I said flatly, my eyes blazing.


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