A/N: Wow. It has been many years since I decided to revive this story. I have worked hard at mapping out what exactly I want told here. Admittedly, after the Vampire Diaries took the name Mystic Falls which originally was the name of this story, back before the show ever aired, I became disheartened and frightened more things would be taken from this tale. But I guess they never got the rights to name it Fells Church as the book describes (which I read long time ago) amd thus Mystic Falls was born. I will always find it suspicious but ultimately, changed it to this name to further away from it. It is what it is after all. And I just wanted to return to this world I created back in the prime of high school with a fresh look and revamped writing. For any old readers of this story I hope you enjoy and to the new, please don't forget to REVIEW PLEAAAAASE.

Thank you. This story is officially back and I'm excited.

Further more, I just find it too weird to do high school as a now 30 year old so this is a young adult book. The main character is 19. How fun to know the vamp/supernatural craze is back.

Enjoy.

PROLOGUE

"No..."

The acrid, burnt scent of flesh lingered in the hidden chambers tucked beneath the mansions foundation. The sobs tore at her from deep within her trembling form as her arms locked like a vice against the body propped.

Against her bloodied, folded legs.

"Please, this, this can't happen. I'm not ready."

It was like a snapshot of memories unraveling like a film reel as she stared into his eyes slowly losing life, light, wavering to stay afloat. If only to hold on just for her, just for this moment, a little bit longer. After all they'd endured together it wasn't supposed to have ended this way.

Was fate really this cruel?

How was it fair for the heroine to die while the enemy escaped, unscathed? In what alternative universe had they traversed in? This couldn't be reality. The plan, it had not gone as they'd strategically mapped over and over. So how had it gone wrong so fast?

It was all a mess; she was a mess.

As if he could sense her resolve a flicker of movement, a finger curled into the sleeve of her arm. For a tenth of a second his eyes sharpened while the last of color drained from his lips. "Y-You need to g-get out…. n-now…n-not s-stay here..."

It tore her apart to see the pain inflicted that it took to speak. "Shhh." She pressed her fingers to those too pale lips. At once, her stubbornness, flared. "I will make you better." As if she were trying to convince herself she surveyed the bloody gash before her. Raising one hand from the tussle of his hair she'd brushed through, she inhaled deeply.

Spreading out her fingers she—

"N-No." Cold, clammy fingers grasped her arm, his thumb digging into the skin of her wrist, a pressure point.. "D-Don't." The spark in his eyes started to dim as he tried, but failed to look stern.

With alarming clarity she realized his strength was being sapped to stop her.

"No, no stop!" She stopped her ministrations and cradled his head as if holding on would keep their soul anchored to this world. But even then, she knew time had ticked down to its very last second as his head tilted up heavenward, slackening.

"No, no, pleeeease!" Like the snap of a finger she knew he'd just passed as his hold slacked in her sweaty palm.

A fresh, open wound, birthed.

The harsh reality left behind a new, bruised pain to overtake her and forced her to succumb to her worst fears…