I was left standing alone facing my own personal definition of hell. I watched in shock and horror as by best friend finished draining my brother's body of blood. I couldn't move, I was frozen with shock as my new reality set in. Klaus had taken everything from me; my family, my best friend and my boyfriend. I looked at my Christian, sitting on the grass staring at the bodies with hunger. He wasn't my boyfriend anymore. He wasn't the smart, intelligent and amazing guy that I once knew. Klaus had turned him into a cold hard monster; a killer. Haley leaned away from my brother's body she just drained and looked up into the moonlight. The way it shone on her skin made it like her skin was marble, tinged with the blood that spread across her cheeks. What was I going to do with them? I knew the answer straight away; I was going to have to kill them. My breathing became short gasps as I struggled to control the pain and anguish building up inside me. Could I really do it? Could I really kill my best friend and boyfriend even if they were killers?

'Ally' Haley said to me in a whiney tone. 'Your parents were delicious, do you have any other relative you can spare'.

I snapped. The anger built up inside me and burst like a bubble. All those emotions of confusion, sadness, anger and regret suddenly came to the surface and it became too much. I raced across to Haley, dug my hand in her chest and ripped her heart out. She fell limply to the ground, her eyes went blank, and her skin shrivelled and went grey. That wasn't enough, Christian was looking at me with wide open eyes as I grabbed his head, gave it a sharp twist and ripped his head off.

Sense came back to me, and I realised what I had done. I screamed and fell to the ground, twisting the grass in my hands in frustration as I struggled to comprehend what I had just done. I looked around me and I saw the bright lights of Los Angeles shining through the thick layers of smog. I saw the fence of my next door neighbours garden and realised that they would have heard my screams and called 911. I thought quickly and realised what I had to do. I grabbed the bodies of my family and friends and raced up the marbles steps and through the double doors of my house. I went down the marble corridors underneath the stares and dumped the bodies in the living room, which probably wasn't a very appropriate room to choose. I ran up the stairs to grab some belongings; my purse, some clothes, photos and ID and stuffed them into my best Gucci bag and ran outside. I ran into the shed and got the big case of fuel that Dad had for the groundskeeper to use and carried it into the house and spread it over all the floors of the house. I ran into the kitchen, got the matches and went back into the living room. I set fire to the bodies, hoping there would be enough time for the bodies to be burnt beyond dental recognition. I then set fire to all the other rooms of the house and ran outside. I stood outside near where my Yellow Porsche was and I put my belongings in the boot. I watched in horror as my whole house was quickly covered in flames. All my childhood family memories had just gone up in flames, and it was all my fault. If I hadn't gotten so drunk and gone and hung out with scumbag Klaus, my life would be normal and I would be sitting on my bed listening to music just like I usually would. I started crying and sobbing and I sat there for 20 minutes when finally the fleet of fire trucks arrived. They came and tried to put the fire out for hours, and when they eventually did, it was already too late. The whole has house was ash. There was nothing left of it that could be saved.

I sat there on the hood of my car, hugging myself and trying to ignore the gaping hole of pain that felt like was in my chest. I heard a fireman come up to me as he touched my shoulder.

'Was there anyone in that house?' he asked hesitantly.

I looked up at him with sad eyes and nodded at him. 'My Mom, Dad, Brother, best friend Haley and my boyfriend Christian.' I sniffed. 'I had to go out and get some food, but the store didn't have any and I knew they were all waiting for me so I came back. When I came past Beverley Hills, I saw the smoke. So I raced home and the whole house was in flames.' I lied.

The fireman nodded sadly. 'I'm so sorry for your loss. But we need to get the phone numbers of your friend and boyfriend so we can notify them. I don't think they will have much to bury though, I certainly couldn't spot any remains. But the police and detectives are coming so I think you are going to have to answer some questions.'

He walked away then to the Chief Fireman and whispered quietly to him. 'That girl is in complete shock. Tell the police not to go to hard on her; she's just lost everything that she loves and she looks like she's about to crack.'

I put my head between my knees as I remembered all the events that had happened today. My whole life has changed and it's never going to go back to the way it was. I was forever frozen at 18, I had no family left and I wasn't human. My mind suddenly went blank as another vision came through.

I hopped out of Elena's car, shaking and stumbling up the stairs to the Salvatore house. She knocked on the old door and a handsome guy with golden brown hair and green eyes answered the door, Stefan I assumed.

'Stefan, this is my old friend Ally. She showed up at my front door, sobbing and crying and she kept saying. 'Klaus turned me, Klaus turned me'. I think Klaus turned her into a vampire'. Elena said.

Stefan appraised me with his green eyes, he turned his head over his shoulder. 'Damon' he shouted.

'You know Stefan, you have really got to stop interrupting me drinking' a voice said around the corner.

I heard footsteps and then a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes came around the corner. His eyes met mine and he stopped in surprise.

The vision ended as I was brought back to reality. The police had arrived, and a police guy was walking towards me. He stopped a metre in front of me.

'What's your name' he asked me kindly.

I met his gaze. 'Ally' I replied.

'Hello Ally, I'm Chief Wilson. I am so sorry about your tragedy.' She said with remorse. 'The firemen told me what you told them and I just need to talk to you about a few things. You're eighteen right?' She asked me.

I nodded.

'Okay so we need to sort out things with the funeral because you are an adult. Your family's financial advisor has rung me and said that all your families money and land now belong to you, and we are going to have to sort through what you want to with all that.' She said.

'Okay, sure. But I have already decided.' I said. 'I want to sell all the land that my family owns and sell it, half the money goes to me and the other half goes to charity. Also I need the money to be transferred into my account.'

She stared at me. 'Okayyy' she said. 'If that's what you want'. Her phone vibrated and she dug in her pocked to pick it up.

'Well, it looks like the financial advisor can't get here after all. He said he will call you and arrange everything over the phone with you in a couple of days. In the meantime, do you have anywhere else you can go?'

'I think I will go to Mystic Falls. I have some friends there who are basically family that I can live with for a while.' I told her, my voice cracking on the word family.

'Well if you want to leave now, that would be fine.' She said.

Without replying, I hopped in my car, revved the engine, and drove down the driveway. I needed to get away from this place; from the horrible memories. I needed to start a new life.

I left the blinding lights and smog of L.A behind and began my journey to Mystic Falls.