A/N: Hello everybody! Today I'm the one posting the chapter, nice to meet you guys. My name is Rebeca, and I'm the co-author of this story. I'm also known as the "Dark Writer". Kidding. No one is dying today on the story (or not, see for your self hauaha).

Hope u like it.

Disclaimer: Just OC's are mine.

On a mountain she sits, not of gold but of sins

Through the blood she can learn,

See the life that she turns

From a council of one

She'll decide when she's done with the innocent

When Melissa came back to the mansion, she saw by herself what Rebekah told her. The rooms were all empty and the house itself was oddly quiet. That's when it really hit her.

Mikael was coming.

Her brain was working like crazy, she needed to be stronger for that moment, she wanted more power just to show Mikael what a mistake he had committed by killing Tatia. What a mistake he committed by turning her into this awfully powerful creature she became.

She wasn't like Niklaus, a power-hungry crazy bitch that wanted to be the queen of the world. But for that moment, for that sole moment, she needed power. She needed Brooke. Her best friend. The most badass witch she ever came to cross.

Melissa feared Mikael's strength, but she also knew how strong she was. She was one of the strongest creatures of the word, side by side with Mikael and maybe, just maybe, a little bit stronger than Brooke.

Or maybe not.

She didn't even knew anymore. If Brooke was stronger or she was. She didn't care. She just knew the witch was on her side, so she never really tried to measure.

She took her new phone, the one she got on the way to the Mikaelson's mansion, and tried to call Brooke again. She'd memorized the phone number ages ago. It beeped, beeped, but her friend didn't answer.

She needed to talk to Rebekah, but how to find her? It was Friday, her sister was probably going out, having some fun.

Fuck, it's Friday, she realized, I'm supposed to have a date.

She was definitely not going. She needed a plan, needed to concentrate, needed to talk to Brooke and to Rebekah and She. Needed. To. Kill.

After trying to reach Brooke again and again, she decided to go back to the grill and talk to someone, they may know where the blondie is staying. When she got there she saw Mutt. That's his name, isn't it? She walked fast in his direction and pulled him by the collar of his shirt.

"Do you know Rebekah Mikaelson?" she asked, compelling him.

"You're a vampire!" he exclaimed in a low voice to try not to draw attention.

"Fuck, you're on vervain. Ok, Mutt, I'm going to ask nicely. Do you know Rebekah Mikaelson?"

"Why should I answer you? What do you want with her?"

Melissa blinked a little.

"Are you worried? I'm not gonna hurt her, she's my sister" she hissed the last word as she realized she really wasn't going to hurt Rebekah. When the hell did I got soft?

Mutt blushed and looked away, he then gritted his teeth and looked at Melissa straight in the eye.

"I'm not worried about her. I hate vampires and I'm not going to tell you a thing! I'm on vervain, you can't make me!"

Melissa smiled. A dark, evil, threatening smile that made the human's blood run cold in his veins. She looked downright terrifying.

"See that? This little phrase, right there? It's the biggest mistake of your sad little life." She pulled him closer, her evil grin making him shiver, her voice so beautiful yet so horrifying. "The thing is, I will not kill you. I will kill every single person in this place and make you watch, how do you like the sound of that? And then I'll torture you, that's my favorite part of the game. And only after I'm done, after I broke you physically and mentally, only after that I will kill you."

She pushed him a little to look into his eyes, her sweet face contrasting with her sadistic threats.

"Please, please don't do it." He begged.

"Is there a problem here?" someone asked.

Melissa released the bartender and looked at the girl who spoke. She was blond. Vampire, Melly smelled, recently turned. The girl had her arms crossed and was looking at Melissa like she was scum.

"Nothing wrong, dearie, I was just asking Mutt here a question. Right, Mutt?"

"His name is Matt!" the blond hissed.

"She's right, Caroline, we're ok. Melissa, your friend is staying with some guys I know. I'll write down the address."

"Thank you, Mutt." Melissa was, in that moment, the perfect picture of sweetness and purity. When Matt gave her the address she left without another word.

"What was she telling you?" Caroline asked wright after the girl left.

"Why are you asking? You have vampire hearing"

Caroline looked apprehensive, she hugged herself and looked at the door where Melissa disappeared not minutes ago.

"It's weird, but… I couldn't hear her. With my vamp hearing, I mean. It was like you were talking alone."

It was still morning when Damon put on some black pants and blue shirt, running shoes and went to Elena's house. Ric was going too. They were helping her to train since Stefan attacked her after Klaus made his switch off his humanity.

They had gone to the woods to train. Elena was using this thing that ejected stakes when she punched, although her punch wasn't strong enough so the stakes stayed in the place.

Damon hated that thing.

After they tried to train a little they gave up and sent Elena to the school. Damon had asked his best friend to go to school and take care of Elena for him, but Tony made very clear he disliked the girl, so Ric would have to keep an eye on her there.

After Ric and Elena left, Damon turned to look at Tony, he was clearly pissed off.

"What's you're problem?" the younger vampire hissed.

"You know I don't like her, Damon. I'm here for you, not to protect perfect little Elena." Anthony answered heatedly.

"Then could you please make yourself useful and look around for my little brother?" he said full of sarcasm that made Tony want to cut off his tongue.

"What a way to say 'Thank you for being here for me when I have no bloody one else!', Damon!" the vampire hissed before he left.

Damon kicked a tree before the started to walk back home. He would never be able to understand how was possible for someone not to like Elena. She was so… Elena.

He was determinate to not let Stefan hurt her again. He knew that with all this revenge thing his brother would do anything to hurt Klaus, even if it meant hurting Elena too. He even let Rebekah stay with them at the boarding house. He said he would protect the original Barbie.

Damon sighed as he walked the streets of Mystic Falls, but when he got at the boarding house he realized someone gently ripped the door out. He used his vampire hearing, but couldn't hear anything, so he walked slowly and silently to the place where his door used to be, there he could hear someone yelling. It was definitely a girl, judging by the hypnotic sound of her voice, like a siren calling for a sailor.

But why his vamp hearing hadn't worked?

"Hello? Is someone here?"

No one answered. Damon assumed Stefan was not home.

"It's not polite to leave a girl waiting!" she tried again.

There was some second of silence, she has probable given up and would be out in a sec.

Damon couldn't be more wrong.

"Oh, whisky!" came her voice, now it had a happy tone, like a child that got what she wanted on Christmas.

He waited some more seconds outside the house, but he couldn't hear anything else, so he silently entered.

The was a girl on his couch. No, not a girl, a woman, and she was mesmerizing. The most beautiful creature Damon had ever laid eyes upon. After Elena, of course.

She had light brown hair, almost blond, and a curvaceous body like nothing he had seen before. She was wearing sinful clothes. a white tank top exposing an impressing amount of cleavage. And what a beautiful pair of breasts, Damon thought. A tight high waist black shorts. Beautiful legs too. A thin short sleeved blue coat and black heels.

A fucking siren, indeed.

Melissa then turned her head to Damon, finally seeing him. She froze in place, taking in his hair, his square jaw, his thin lips and his eyes. God, his eyes.

No, this can't be true, this can't be happening.

This guy in front of her was almost the perfect image of him. But he couldn't be him cause Melissa had killed that man.

The memories started flowing into her head. An unwanted sensation.

She remembered when he was hugging her. They were in the bed and he was promising her he would never leave her side.

"I know, mio príncipe" she had said, imitating his Italian accent.

"I love you, Melissa" he had said.

"I love you too"

He had looked at her with lustful eyes and had kissed her senseless, but he had to go, he had work to do.

"You know I don't like it when you're gone" she remembered herself saying.

"Mia principessa, I am a vampire, they can't kill me" he said in his hypnotic accent.

"But… I don't know, I feel so uncertain."

"That's because you love me as much as I love you."

She was a fool at that time. She thought he was telling the truth, she thought he was never going to abandon her. She thought he love her.

She hadn't known his true self yet.

And now, here, so near her, there was a man that looked so much like him.

Her blood started to boil in her undead veins, she gritted her teeth. She felt so much hatred in that moment. She didn't knew this person, but she wanted him dead!

She got up from the couch in her vampire speed and went straight for his neck, pinning him to the nearest wall.

"Tell me your bloody name right now or I'll rip your head off!" she hissed, her face close to his like she was ready to bite off his jugular.

The vampire started to struggle against her, but she was stronger, she was way stronger. He was trying to say something, but she was squeezing too tight. His throat started to bleed and his fingers started to dig into the skin of her arms.

He kept trying to say something, but his throat was bleeding more and more by the second. Melissa could hear something akin to 'who' and then another thing similar to 'you'.

At the sound of his voice she woke from her thoughts. It was like she was coming back from a really bad dream, she realized she would rip his head off if she kept this up, and she needed answers first.

She released him and stepped back, attempting to put some distance between them.

She waited for him to heal, looking anywhere but his face, but then he fled. She was so clouded by her memories that she didn't think of going after him. But then she felt it. A stake. In her back. In her heart.

She was blinded by anger. She wasn't weak like the other originals. That wouldn't slow her down.

She lifter her hand effortlessly and pulled it out. She saw it when he realized, she saw the fear in his eyes, saw him sweating like a pig. His voice even trembled when he spoke.

"Y-you're… You're an..."

"I'm many things; I'm anything" she said in a dark and twisted tone that made him gulp. "I am The Red Assassin for ones, I am Hija De La Muerte to others, I am the hellraiser, I am the first original; I. Am. Death."

He was clearly afraid, but yet he stood his ground with his chin raised. She had to admire him for that. Many had killed themselves after she said who she was.

"You're Melissa Mikaelson" he said.

An devilish smirk graced her beautiful features.

"Ah, so you've heard of me!"

"They said you were a psychopath. They got easy on you" he said between greeted teeth.

Melissa's smirk turned into a mind-blowing grin.

"How cute, but they got the wrong term. I'm a sociopath, thank you." She said ironically. He started to open his mouth to retort, but she spoke again. "The thing is, I'm probably going to kill you, so we can make it quick if you answer my questions or we can make it painful if you try to play any games."

He said nothing.

"Good. What's your name?"

"Damon Salvatore."

I knew it! I bloody knew it. Damn the Salvatore bloodline!

"How old are you?"

"173"

"Do you have any family alive? Or undead?"

"Just my brother"

"Where's my sister?"

"Rebekah? Probably at school. Now, may we finish this? I hate Q&A"

"Shut up, Salvatore, I give the orders here."

"But you're in my house, Mikaelson"

"You know what? You're not behaving. I think I'm gonna make you suffer. How about I hurt someone you care about? What was the name Rebekah told me? Elena, right?"

Damon's eyes widened, he advanced upon her, making her fall and pinning her to the ground. She started laughing at him. He was so weak.

"Don't you dare to touch Elena. I don't care if you're an original. I'm going to kill you."

She lifted her head to speak near his ear. "You can't kill the death, Salvatore" and then she rolled the over, straddling him and pinning him to the ground. She stuck her hand in his chest and gripped his heart.

"I'll tell Elena you said hi"

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