Note : This first chapter was used in another story I wrote . This story has the same basic idea but after this chapter all the following chapters will be different.
Vienna :
Mommy the boy calls me with an uneasy tone as he catches sight of me glaring at the chatting couple in the front seat.
The glare falls away after that as I gaze down at the young child with a bright grin that holds the hidden meaning of shut up.
He seems to get the message as he does not bring to light my little show of annoyance at our drivers instead asking the dreaded question of our we there yet?
" Soon, we are real close to Mystic Falls," The blonde woman whose name escapes me says with a small giggle that makes me want to throw her out of the moving car.
But still I smile even if all of my musings are focused on what the dagger hidden in my boot could possibly do to these "great" folks .
" What is yours and the kids name anyways," Blondie asks with blue eyes bright with a burning fire of curiosity or… maybe stupidity.
" This little sweetie here is Ezra, my perfect son and I'm just Vienna, teen mom and you know… ," I say mimicking Blondie's upbeat naïve poisoned voice as I go about my little statement before trailing off.
I pushed Ezra off my lap and reached down into my boot for the dagger still smiling at that unthinking blue eyed woman .
"It sure is foggy tonight ," The man driving says in a lame attempt to stop the strange silence that had begun following my unfinished comment .
"Spooky," Ezra whispers as he turns to look out at the passing foggy midnight world.
" You know what," Blondie asks with every ounce of excitement drowning her words.
" Serial killer," I answered calmly as I grabbed her hair and put the blade of the dagger against her neck.
Screams and oh my gods filled the car as it swerved for a long few seconds on that lonesome erie road.
" Stop the car," I command the man who looks at me with fearful eyes .
" You don't have to do this ! We're innocent what did we do to deserve this," The man says completely ignoring my command and deciding to sound like a classic cheesy movie murder victim .
Thinking about it now I sound a bit like a horribly written villain which is sort of funny and tragic in a way.
Blondie is screaming bloody murder in my ear but she is at least smart enough to not move. There is a blade laying dangerously close to her throat after all .
" Stop the car," I hissed at the stupid man right before Blondie screams that there is a man in the road.
I only have a moment to see a shadowy humanoid figure captured in the silver glow of the headlights before the car unavoidably crashes into him.
" Ezra are you okay," I shout after I'm thrown backwards by the force of the car coming to an abrupt halt after hitting the man.
Crimson seas flow from the halfway severed head of the nameless blonde.
The dagger is missing to my great regret .
I had lost my grip on it when I went soaring into the passenger side door.
Ezra does not answer me no matter how many times I happened to yell his name through the haze that had settled over my mind .
"Shit … God no… why," I hear the man crie as I sat gripping my head in a stupid attempt to find some goddam clarity.
" Weren't you taught to never pick up a hitchhiker...or at the very least to find out their names before you let them into your car," I say as I finally find the strength to look around at the entirety of the glass chaos that this car had become.
This stupid idiot didn't even have the common sense to get a freaking car that had working air bags.
Ezra was lying unconscious on the floorboard of the back seat .
His skin was covered in cuts and blue bruises which made him look half dead.
I looked intently at his chest until I could make out that it was still steadily rising and falling.
A small smile grew on my face stealing my attention from the important matter of the still living idiot , a final witness to my horrible nature.
The man slammed the door open with all the intent of running away into the midnight world.
What a smart move on the idiots part until well … something much more gruesome than me got a hold of him.
I find the dagger amongst the glass fields that had formed on the floorboard as a scream echoed from outside of the car.
Blood splattering inside the divers side of the car marked the end of the shriek .
" Shit ," I whispered as I pulled Ezra into my arms and tightened my hold on the scarlet knife.
" Elena is that you ," A voice from the darkness called after a long moment of silence.
" I'm a Vienna not a fucking Elena sorry," I found myself blurting out without any trace of anxiety only plain sarcastic confidence cursing my words.
Bright blue eyes and a blood soaked smirk appeared from the darkness outside the shattered backseat window on the other side of the car .
" Language you wouldn't want junior to start using such words would you," The man asked with his voice dripping in sarcasm as he forced the door open .
" Will junior be able to do anything at all," I asked softly as my mind tried to find a path to survival for either Ezra and I or just myself.
The blue eyed monster stared into my ebony eyes for a long thoughtful moment before I asked him who this Katherine was .
Just keep talking I beg silently as I weighed the benefits of tossing Ezra to the side and trying to stab the vampire in the heart.
From the corner of my eye I stared at the nearly beheaded form of that annoying blonde trying to keep a grin from forming on my face as a pleasant idea filled my mind.
" Why did you kill her," The vampire asks instead of answering any of my questions to my great annoyance .
I just asked about Elena once again just as I decided that it would be a pretty sight to see his head display on top of a stake.
The sound of coughing halted any thought or action towards the destruction of the vampire.
Blood was gushing from Ezra's partially opened mouth as his body began to fight desperately to breath.
Coughing, endless blood streams , and a few shallow breaths was all little Ezra's fight got him though.
" If you're going to kill us do it ," I say absent mindedly as I finally looked back up at the vampire who was trying to wipe the blood from his face.
The asshole sniffed the air for a moment with his face contorting into an expression of pure over the top disgust before saying ," No I'm not going to eat you. Quite frankly I would not wish that fate on anyone but maybe… my brother. "
He stops with his pathetic insults and extreme disgusted expressions for a moment as his mind finally finds the time to think of the dying toddler laying in my arms.
The blue eyed monster with an annoyed sigh holds his hand out towards me and he says," Looks like Junior is fighting a losing battle against the dying of the light.
I could help him win that fight if you let me."
Looking at his outstretched hand and the idea behind it forced me to grin a little as I asked him if he really meant it?
There was no time for the blue eyed monster to answer that question though.
The dagger had grown restless in my grasp as the fresh blood of the nameless blonde dried upon its blade.
A dagger was a bit like a dog that had devoured its owner's corpse; it became forever addicted to the memory of the taste or action of what it had done.
Addiction is an endless cycle of harmful repetition that is better off dead or avoided in the minds of sensible people at least.
That is why the dog that has tasted human flesh is killed and a daggers blade is not to be trifled with.
" Shit… Did you really have to do that," The blue eyed monster complains with a small annoyed grimace as he pulls the knife from his previously outstretched hand.
The world is spinning after that quick impulsive action .
When Ezra is pulled away from me I hardly care to think about his state or the fate that awaits him in the presence of the vampire.
My hand grabs hold of the door handle in an attempt to steady myself but I end up falling out of the car.
Idiot I hissed to myself as I felt the sting of concrete and glass rip my skin apart.
I have tears running down my face , blood rushing from the wounds on my legs and hands as I somehow find myself limping across a bridge .
The blue eyed monster appears in front of me with a smirk and a spirit of wraith dancing in his gaze.
" I really meant it by the way ," He begins softly as he stares down at the crimson stained bland reflecting in the moonlight," I would have helped him and I did…"
Ezra begins to scream for me as the vampire falls into a glaring silence.
" Does your mercy end at my son," I ask after a moment of silently drowning in the endless panic of my son's screams.
At first it feels like the blue eyed monster has punched me in the gut with all the strength of a mortal man.
Then I looked down to see that the bastard had used my own dagger to stab me with.
" Depends on your definition of mercy," the vampire says before he bites down on his arm.
The last thing I remember before my life went to hell again was the metallic taste of blood and the sight of a night sky full of millions of constellations.