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a/n: this has nothing to do with anything in the books

Thanks for the reviews! More story will come. The rating might go up when I add the present time taking place just after Selene killed Viktor. That part might not be in diary-form.

Tuesday, January 4

I stared at the twin's bodies. Their throats were slashed open, and their blood seeping closer to my bare feet. I felt powerless to move, frozen to the spot. Their warm blood finally reached my feet and I still did not move, standing in a pool of blood. The liquid stained the bottom of my white shift, staining it a dark crimson, which lightened into a red as it snaked up my nightgown. I started crying, then sobbing in grief and finally screaming. I shut up as I heard horse shouts outside and the sound of gunshots. Soon, I heard heavy steps walking up the stairs. They paused, and continued until they reached the room and stopped.

I looked up slowly, afraid. A tall man dressed in a robe was standing before me. He gasped when he saw me, whispering a name I couldn't hear under his breath. He reached out to me and I shrank away, sloshing in the pools of blood. He followed me and lightly smiled. "Please, child. Do not be afraid. Those lycans, who killed your family, are dead. My followers and I saw to that."

I stared back at him, studying his features. He looked old, and yet young at the same time, with cold blue eyes and blonde hair. He was handsome and carried himself in a way that told me he was someone important. "Lycans?" I whispered back.

The man nodded. "Yes, lycans, or werewolves, whatever you wish to call them."

"Who, who are you?"

"I am Viktor, the most ancient of the Elders."

"The most ancient of the Elders of what?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the death around me.

"Of the vampires."

That phrase caught my attention. Vampires? I knew they were real, but never wanted to meet one.

Fear must have shown in my face because he said, "I am not here to harm you, child. I am here to help. I can help you to avenge your families death, if you want."

I thought for a second, willing myself to stay calm. To avenge my family? That was a tempting idea. I discovered a burning anger in my soul, which drove out all sadness.

I held my head high and straightened my shoulders. "I would like to avenge my family."

"Good," Viktor purred. "Now, what is your name?"

"Selene," I answered.

Viktor nodded and reached towards me. This time, I let him. He picked me up and carried me through the house and into the bathroom, where he gently washed the bloodstains off my skin. He led me to my parents room and set me on the bed as if I was a child. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. Unused to such familiarities, I flinched. He brought his lips towards my skin, as if to kiss me, but at the last moment, he sunk his fangs deeply into my neck and started to drink.

I wanted to fight back, but knew that I would not succeed in freeing myself. So I let him drink his fill of my blood. As my sight grew dimmer, I knew I was dying. The last thing I saw was a portrait of my family, all looking happy together. I etched that picture into my mind.

The next thing I knew was that a steady, dripping liquid was falling on my lips, seeping through to my tongue, and rolling past my throat. I felt a burning hunger clawing at my stomach. I parted my lips slightly and the drip increased to a light pour of crimson liquid. I groped upwards for the source of the fall and encountered something smooth and ice cold. I guided it to my mouth and sucked eagerly.

I felt full soon, and realized what I was holding felt like dead flesh. With I cry I thrust it away from me. It hit something and I opened my eyes to see Viktor standing before me, massaging his forehead. He glared at me, his eyes icy blue. I realized I was holding his hand when I threw it away from me, causing him to hit himself on the head.

"Sorry," I apologized in a small voice.

He relaxed, smiling slightly. "Its of no matter. Come, we must leave, now, before the sunrise. When we are at my home, I will tell you how to avenge your parents death."

I nodded, a rising hatred swelling inside me. I didn't know it then, but my eyes had turned an icy blue.

I must stop writing, for now. Dawn has long since come, and I am feeling tired.