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First and foremost, I want to thank those who took the time to read the prologue and found it interesting enough to follow, favourite or even review. it was more than I expected especially with English not being my mother tongue and having no beta to check for mistakes or errors.

To Lady Syndra, a special thanks for giving me my first review, as well as point out a mistake I made with reference to Forbes instead of Foster. So a big thank you!

Before I forget, not everything will follow the episodes perfectly. It can happen I take a part of a previous or next episode and work it into the chapter, or change when things happen during a episode. Like I did with the history lesson in this chapter. I know it's from the pilot just moved forward but in my humble opinion, it fitted better where I put it, for my story at least.

On that note, I'm done and I will see you on the end of this chapter. I hope you like it and have fun reading it.

Chapter 1

It was the first day of school and just like any other student, I wasn't in a hurry to get there. Not that that really mattered, at least not with my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love her, some way or another, but she can worry too much.

"Mum, I'm going to school." I yelled before pulling the door close. As always, Sally was waiting for me, in her car. It was an old Ford Fiesta, that was originally white but now had been decorated with every colour in the rainbow. She even draw the peace sign on one of the doors. Her door thankfully. Sal knew me well enough to know that it would be wasted on me. While she was happy, peppy and colourful. I was dark, black and white with sometimes darker variations of red, blue, green and purple. I opened the passenger door and climbed in the car.

"You got your umbrella?" Sally asked before I had even closed the door, like she did every morning. The fact that I'm highly allergic of sunlight meant that every time I set on foot outside, I must remain in the shadows. Reason as to why I always had to take one with me.

"Sally, it's not an umbrella but a parasol and of course I have it with me." I replied, acting as if she had offended me greatly. It was our morning ritual and made a smile appear on both our faces.

"So, how is this year going to be?" Sally gazed my way, her short red hair had grown during the summer and now brushed the tops of her shoulders. It was straight and the kind of red most people only get out of a bottle. I shrugged as I glanced at what she was wearing.

"What's with the yellow pants?" Personally I couldn't (nor would) pulled that on, but somehow it always worked for Sal. That with white ballerina flats and a light blue top that flared out on her tail, made her look like some fashionista with a love for fun colours.

She snorted, before giving me a one over. I knew she couldn't say a thing because I was wearing one of her designs. Today, I wore a black lace strapless top, a black short with high waist and silver buttons, black socks that went at least hand above my knees, and a dark red lace cardigan sweater. All of this was set with a red stone necklace the size of a pin-pong ball and black bondage heels with a thick platform. Giving me the inches I need to reach the average high of 5'4, otherwise I would only be 5'1.

"I like colour, unlike other people. Besides, even if my mood goes to shit during the day, at least my outfit will scream 'I AM HAPPY, BITCH', so that's a plus." She smirked my way before looking back on the route.

"I do like colour, just not bright ones or many of them. And I still believe that White and Black should be seen as colours."

"Yeah, Yeah, and I keep telling you that will never happen, black is the absent of colour and while white is the combination of all colours, it on its own has no colour." Sal rolled her eyes. It was one of the things we never agreed on and teased each other with it.

I pushed the audio button of the radio and listen as a male voice talked about the disappearance of a couple, Darren Malloy and Brooke Fenton, age 24 and 22. They were coming back from a concert but never made it home. Before I could comment on it - since in a small town like this, the disappearance of two people was actually big news compared to bigger cities were people went missing all the time - Sal shut it down, claiming that with school beginning once more she had already enough bad news in her life.

"BTW, how are things going with Jeremy?" My bestie, slowly turned as red as her hair. Ever since they worked together on some task for Art, she has been in love with the boy. While he was younger, he was nice to us so for me it made no difference. However, after his parents passed away, he has been hanging with Vicky and her druggies. Not that I have a problem with the smoking off weed or the lack of it for that matter. He now seemed obsessed with the girl even when she was just stringing him along.

"I don't know." She said after cooling down. A sad look crossed her face and I quickly squeezed her hand. She looked at me with a small smile gracing her face.

"He seems so far from everything. He isn't interested in art anymore, or so it feels and now that Vicky is in his life either he is with her or thinking of her." Silence filled the car for just a second before she continued, "I-i… Maybe it is time for me to let this crush go. It's never going to work anyway. I'm too weird, even for him."

Her reaction, made me angry, no one but me can talk to her like that, not even herself. I squeezed her hand once more, forcing her to look at me, "Listen and listen closely, you are the best thing that has happened to me in my life. If that little boy doesn't see that, than he's a fool and it is his loss. If I were gay, I would give you the moon and stars just for you to look at me. Sadly we're both straight so that is not going to happen. But, bitch, if suddenly I do like breast more than dicks, I would always knock on your door first! SO no self-pity, fuck that ignorant peasant if he doesn't see how perfect you are." My cheeks were red from the speech/confession. Making her laugh.

"Thanks, V" her shoulders still shaking for laughter.

"No probs." I said as the car became quiet.

"BTW, I lied, I would first knock on the door of Scarlett Johansson." I smirked at Sal before we both began to laugh.

"Bitch, I always knew I was second, you will be too, if that ever happens. Just saying." Her reaction made me punch her in the shoulder.

"You are lucky we are almost at the school. Maybe next time I will do something worse." I told her while wiggling my eyebrows.

Still laughing, she pulled into a parking spot near the end of the parking load. Why so far, you may ask, well to avoid as many people as possible. I opened the car door, pulled the parasol out and placed my sunglasses on my nose. As we walked to the entrance of the school, Sally pocked me.

"What?" I asked, she answered with a nod in some guys direction. The boy was tall, possessed a pale complexion. Even from this far his broad forehead, angular jawline, deep-set eyes, straight nose and well-formed mouth could be admired. His light to medium brown hair was straight, shorter on the sides then on top, with a pair of black sunglasses sitting on top of his hair.

There was no denying. The stranger could be described as classily handsome. There was something about him, whether it was his manner of walk or the aura around him. It screamed mysterious, dark and from his what looks to be a permanent frown, brooding. While his face was beautifully shaped, it was nice the rest of this body soothed his face. He possessed an athletic physique with broad shoulders, narrow waist and lean, flat-muscles.* Going off how the shirt he was wearing clung to his body, it seemed probable that under it would be a toned stomach with abbs.

Abbs, how I like them. And his ass was nice too.

"New dude." She said while looking at me. Big brown eyes glanced between me and the boy.

Oh God, I know that look. The 'I'mma gonna set you up with hotty' look. Shit, Shit, Double Shit.

"No." I told her, the same way you tell your pet no. Forceful and with a severe look on your face.

"Please." She begged me.

"The dude will most likely fall in love with Elena or Caroline. Besides maybe he's gay! Like completely, totally, gay. As in dick here, dick there, dicks everywhere." I said while waving my arms around me.

I looked at the guy only to find him staring straight at me. Had he heard what I said? No, the distance was far too big. I glanced at my bestie, she looked unhappy with my lack of romantic interest. It was true that I never dated nor that I had a crush on someone.

Not that anyone in this small town would be interested in me. I'm not fooling myself by thinking other ways.

"Hey, Vampire!" a voice disturbed my thoughts and I noticed how both the stranger and I reacted to the word. Strange, very strange.

I searched for the source of the sound. One of the football players. Nick or something.

"Still nothing new? Is that peanut brain of your truly incapable of coming up with something new. I know I ask a lot of you, someone with a GPA of 2.3, but even a child can think of something better." The jock colour dark red making his blond hair look even paler than normal.

"Yeah, well the only reason you have good grades is because you are a freak." This made the other jocks laugh.

"Ha ha, so funny. Maybe I am a freak but I rather be a freak than a stupid ignorant dumb fuck that later in live will be the one preparing my burger at the McDonalds' drive-through. If that is even possible with those two braincells that you have to shake so they function." I hissed at him before turning to my friend and entering the school building.

Mad I just walked, not looking where I was going. Only to be stopped when my face sucked-face with a wall. Except the wall was not a wall but a person that kept me from falling on my ass. Tilling my head, I looked up. It must be my lucky day because it was the handsome stranger.

"Hi?" I asked, his arms still around me steading me. Green eyes looking me straight in the eyes, if it wasn't for my sunglasses.

"Hi, back at you." A smile pulled the corners of his mouth up, creation dimples that shouldn't exist.

Suddenly the door of the boys slammed open revelling Queen Bee Elena. She gazed at the handsome man in front of her, who still had his arms around me before walking to her friend.

Right, distance.

I pulled myself out of his arms, glanced at the floor for two second before looking at him. "New here?"

"Yeah" his hand moved to the back of his head, scratching. It made him look young.

Suddenly, as if just realizing, he stretched is right hand. "The name is Stefan, Stefan Salvatore."

Stefan Salvatore, also known as the Ripper of Monterey.

Species: Vampire

First off the Line: Niklaus Michaelson

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11" to 6'

Age: -Physical: 17 years old

-Actual: 161 years old (Turned in 1864)

Sire: Katherine Pierce also known as Katerina Petrova

Known associates: - Damon Salvatore, older brother (location unknown)

- Lexi Branson, oldest female companion (location unknown)

- Katherine Pierce, Maker/old lover (location unknown)

Information: Unable to handle human blood (otherwise he becomes the ripper) causing him to feed of animals. Result: extremely weakened. (uncertain to what degree)

Status: Capture if possible.

Fuck, fuck. This is not good.

I suppressed shacking my head in the effort to shake those memories off. It wouldn't work, it never did. Glancing behind his back to see the trio of Queen Bee's, Elena was particularly interested in this plot twist. She just broke up because she 'needed space' to deal with her parents' death but was already eyeballing the latest victim of this school.

"Evelyne Ravenworth." Not wanting to ignore my friend, " and this is Sally Thruwloave." I lived for Sal-Sal's family name. You had to pronouns it as Truelove. How cool is that! Not that Sal was paying attention with Jeremy standing only five feet away. I guess you could call him hot, even if he was a little young. With his dark brown almost black piercing eyes and well shaped face it hard not to. The only thing that bothered me as that the guy was the younger brother of Elena and was getting high - not of weed but of pills - to many times. While not a stranger to the weed, I only smoke it sporadically, what he was doing, goes beyond that. The dealing and using of stronger drugs, it only takes so long before that will not be enough and you go to heroine or cocain.

Stefan's eyes moved to Sal before returning to my face. It made me feel awkward, I wasn't used to getting attention from anyone, except for the curious doctors, mom and Sal.

"Right, well. I- We have class. Have a nice day." I turned away from him. I needed to create distance between my BFF and the new guy. The sooner the better.

"Wait." Said Stefan. Making it impossible to leave. "Can you show me where History class is, from Mr. Tanner?" Sal made a hand structure that could only be interpreted as 'Help the poor boy.'

"I have that class right now." Not really happy with that. I think that Sally noticed it as well.

"You can walk with me to it." a fake smile I perfected years ago found it place on my face.

"Thanks. I would never find it."

Liar.

I quickly said goodbye to my friend, against my will, and headed to class with the dangerous stranger on my side. As we passed other students, it was clear to see that everyone and I do mean everyone, was wondering why on Earth Mr. McHottie was walking with me. It's not like I wasn't asking myself the same thing. I figured that he would be over Elena, like most guys. Besides, he had more reason to do just that. After all, he had been in love with her ancestor, Katerina Petrova.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses, even inside?" Stefan asked, curiosity clearly written in his voice. I glanced at him, hesitant to answer.

Careful, curiosity killed the cat and I will made sure satisfaction will be six feet under before she can bring it back to live.

"I don't want more people to feel uncomfortable around me." It was never something I thought about. A natural reflect for me to almost always cover my eyes. Even as a child people would run away or accuse me of being the child of the Devil. Personal favourite of all the things I was called, was the Antichrist. That was really something.

My reply made his bushy eyebrows raise. I was honest enough to admit I felt jealous. Mine were pale, a blond so light, it could only be described as white. While there as enough hair, it just looked like they didn't exist.

"I don't understand what your eyes have to do with people's discomfort." He let the comment hang in the air as if waiting for me to explain it all. But, life isn't fair, so I didn't tell him a thing. The fact that we had reached History made it all the better. I would sit somewhere in the frond surrounded by people, not close to a potential treat. Elena was also in this class so by the time I have though of 40 way to kill myself, he will be longingly staring at the cheerleader. A perfect plan, if I may say so myself.

I stepped inside and immediately took my site, first row, closes to the door. Stefan on the other hand, had to get his paper-thingy signed by the teacher, before the old man would assign him a place. Everything was going smoothly, the only place left was in the row next to Elena, two places down. Seeing Tanner point to the seat, made my day. Slowly, as he walked passed the already seated brunette, he turned his head to look at me. Frowning I looked to the front. Tanner was talking about some major thing that happened many many years in the past. Normally, I like history and while Tanner was an complete and utter ass, he knew most of his matter. Every once in a while he was wrong about a certain date but that being said, a person's knowledge is only as good as his sources. I had no hard time imagining that I was one of the only, if not the only, student that actually liked the fella. He tried to get the students attention, not always using the right manners, but the teacher had to deal with teenagers. There is only so much a person can take.

History, for me, was a quiet hour. Peaceful even. The teacher let me be, he even allowed me to wear my glasses. Like in my several of my other classes but not all. That, combined with, my naturel fascination in the course, made it easy. My only problem, was what we had to see. It was so focussed only on the history of Amerika, or more precise the USA. We didn't go deep in about Napoleon, the rise and fall of Communism, Hitler was only talked about by how the USA saved the world for his rule. Roman history, or everything before that were not seen as relevant compared to the American civil wars or their tea party.

In some ways it bothered me, that we didn't talked about the events that happened more than 2 000 years ago, some still have impact or meaning today. Even as someone not originally from America, I understood they wanted to make sure their citizens know its country's history. However, that doesn't mean you have to dismiss everything else.

Tanner was explaining the beginning of Mystic Falls, and the many incidents that happened since it was created. As he talked about the many people killed in some battle around here, the man saw how the class wasn't paying attention. His fist victim was Bonnie Bennet. Surprise was etched onto her face. The girl hadn't see this coming, obviously.

"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?"

"Um...a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot." The answer made me roll my eyes. It was as if she was trying to come on as a dumb cheerleader.

It seemed Tanner was thinking the same. "Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett." He told her, before moving his gaze around the room. People were sliding away in their chairs to hide from his view.

"Mr. Donovan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?" I admired the man for trying, but the only thing the boy was interested in was the Katherina lookalike. The breakup broke the poor fella's heart.

Matt chuckled before saying that he didn't mind it. Making the man turn to the golden girl with recently deceased parents. This wasn't going to go well, at all.

"Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?"

And just like I predicted, it didn't. After Elena's negative answer to his question, Tanner told her she couldn't use her dead parents as an excuse to not follow the class. That was low, even for Tanner. It didn't really shocked me, when Stefan interrupted. I just knew he couldn't let the girl with the same face as his ex-girlfriend get treated like that.

"There were 346 casualties. Unless you're counting local civilians." Stefan's deep voice filled the air. It was as it drowned all the other voices.

"That's correct. Mister...?" Tanner didn't sound all too happy with the fact that someone helped the girl. I just found her strange he called everyone Mr/Ms. and their last name. While with Elena, he only used her name. Strange.

"Salvatore." His reply pulled me away from my straying thoughts.

"Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?" Tanner questioned.

"Distant." It was as if he was trying to only use one-word-answers. I couldn't help but smirk at the whole situation.

"Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle." Tanner said, believing he had the last word. And he did, for ten seconds.

"Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The founder's archives are, uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mr. Tanner." If that was not a burn, nothing was. I almost wanted to get Tanner cold water. Before the older man could reply, the bell rang and we all were saved by it.

Stefan watched as Caroline approached him at the party. The only reason he had come was to get closer to Elena. Suddenly the strange girl, Evelyne, popped up in his head. This was also a good time to get some information about her as well. The girl was strange. Pale, not just normal pale but pale to the point she was devoted of any colour, that kind of pale. White hair, naturally based on her eyebrows. Her big glasses made it impossible to see most of her face. While she graced with high cheekbones, a button nose that was straight and a pointy chin. Her black lipstick had made her look even paler but for some reason it suited good on her. Maybe it was her style, it all fall together like a puzzle.

Caroline's voice forced his attention on her. The blonde was nice, superficial but nice. However, he wasn't interested in her, romantically speaking, and told her that quickly and clearly. She didn't fascinate him as Elena or Evelyne. Elena because she looked like a corban copy of Katherine and Evelyne for reason he hadn't figured out just yet.

The younger Salvatore dismissed Caroline when he saw Bonnie leave the older Gilbert. He despised being what he was but even he couldn't dismiss the perks it came with. In an eyewink, he was next to Elena. The cheerleader felt her heard race in her chest as Stefan appeared behind her. Before she could say or comment on it he spoke.

"Hi" it was obvious he didn't know what else to say. Neither did the girl, so she said the same thing back.

"I did it again, didn't it?" this hadn't been the first time he scared her. Nor would it be the last, if one was honest. The fact Elena confirmed it just now, proved it.

Stefan looked at her, he knew what Bonnie said, bothered her. "I'm sorry. You're upset about something."

Whether it was the fact he noticed she was upset or that he had the balls to ask, she didn't see the statement coming. In fact she thought her poker face wasn't that bad.

"Oh, uh, no, it's- it's just Bonnie. She's...You know what? Never mind. You're...here."

"I'm here."

It seemed that now they were talking, new topics rolled of their tongues. Neither wanted to stop talking. Their feet moved in whatever the direction they lead the talkers. Both too caught up in the conversation to notice they reached the bridge.

"You know, you're kind of the talk of the town." Elena said, as if she included him into a secret.

"Am I?" a smile stretched his lips. He was more than aware of that. With his hearing, it was impossible not to pick up some of the conversations the other students or elder had about him.

"Mmm hmm. Mysterious new guy, oh, yeah." Nodding exaugurated.

"Well, you have the mysterious thing going, too. Twinged in sadness." The girl eyebrows dropped, not really certain how to answer to that.

"What makes you think that I'm sad?" she couldn't wrap her mind around how good he was at reading her face. Like she was an open book for him. Elena hadn't made up her mind if she like that or not.

"Well, we did meet in a graveyard." He had to bite on his tongue not to add 'and your parent passed away recently.'

"Right." Nervous at the way this was going she added: "Well, no, technically we met in the men's room. You don't want to know, it's...it's not exactly party chit-chat."

He chuckled. "Well, I've never really been very good at, uh, chit-chat."

For some reason she couldn't stop herself from opening up to him. "Last spring. . my parents' car drove off of a bridge into the lake. And I was in the backseat and I survived, but...they didn't. So that's my story." Tucking a brown lock of hair behind her ear to mask how fragile she felt.

"You won't be sad forever, Elena." Maybe it was the sincerity behind it or that it sounded hopeful, but suddenly everything didn't seem so bad anymore.

A silence fall between the two teens, as they started to walk back to the party. However, it didn't last long.

"I wondered if you know Evelyne… Muhm, Evelyne Ravenworth, I think." Stefan saw the frown deepen on the cheerleader's face. For some reason the brunette noticed Elena's dislike her.

"Gothic Vampire?" she asked, but it was clear she hoped he meant an other person. The girl found the little white haired midget an annoyance. So she couldn't comprehend why the handsome boy asked about her. The cheerleader also thought the other girl didn't know her place, with her strange clothes and appearance she just screamed for attention. In Elena's mind, Evelyne was a attention whore and mot worthy of her time.

"Yes, she helped me get to History and was nice. Strange, but nice." Instinctively he defended her. For the first time in ten years his vampire made its presence clear.

Protect her. Defend her!

Scared by this extreme reaction Stefan quickly said Elena goodbye and left a confused teenager behind.

"What the hell?" she whispered to no one in particular.

* Stefan's Physical Appearance; I had some difficulty, so I took some insperation from vampire diaries wiki platform. Whoever wrote, the credit goes to you.

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