This is my newest story and I'm trying the market with this prologue. I really need your reviews and thoughts on this. If any of you had read Blue Butterfly, this one is a bit more into the supernatural world.

A little shout out to applecherries47, who has helped me a bit with this and even though she ships a different fandom, she still understood me.

Enjoy my lovelies

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries or The Originals nor the characters so don't sue.

PROLOGUE :

The taste of blood on his mouth left him satisfied.

The sound of jazz music left a smile on his face.

The moment when his hand stroke charcoal on a blank piece of paper to sketch something he found interesting made him feel better.

The feeling when he gaze to his finished painting made him proud of himself.

The connection he had with his siblings when they were around made him feel less alone.

But nothing could ever beat the feeling of having her in his arms. He'd feel whole when she's with him.

And then he saw her, walking toward him on the crowded street, his angel in white, a smile on her beautiful face and her shining golden hair bouncing on her open shoulder. Her slender waist moving oh so provocatively as she made her way toward him. Everything about her brought a smile on his face. It was the perfect scenario; the music was in the background, the street filled with flowers and artist showing off their paintings, restaurants and cafes letting out the sweet smell of steaks and desserts, people dancing on the streets and the moon shining brightly above them all.

She was the kind of woman men would do anything for.

The only one he'd truly love. The only one he'd do anything for, give everything to; the first to make him put her life over his. The one person he thought constantly every day. The one he felt the need to protect with his whole life without any particular goal; the one to put him on his knees.

She was the pure definition of perfection and he'd never seen such a rare beauty. She had the purest soul he'd ever seen and the goodness of her heart was put into every action she did. She was an enigma, something he'd never truly understand. She was impossible, infuriating, kind, gentle, yet he was enthralled with her. She was his match, his equal and for the first time, he didn't mind someone being on the same level as he was.

As she got closer, she held her hand out to him, and he was ready to take it when she suddenly disappeared and an agonizing cry of helplessness made him realize they weren't on the middle of Bourbon Street anymore, they were inside a dark forest. His angel lying on the ground as her whole body covered in bruises and her face was stained with blood and tears.

"Help me!" she whispered.

He flashed toward her but he couldn't get pass an invisible barrier between him and his girl. She was still lying on the ground, broken sobs escaping her perfect rosy lips and he couldn't help feeling the rage building inside him. He never felt so hopeless before. Who would do this to her? If there was anyone who didn't deserve to be in pain, it was her. And he'd make sure anyone who didn't know that understand. He'd even made them pay if not feel how they made her feel.

Then he heard an evil laugh not far from where they were; the same voice that had been haunting his dreams. The man came forward as if to stand next to his girl, the sickening smile still on his face from the last time he saw him as he got down to his knees and kneeled before her. She was still whimpering on the ground, blonde hair laid out on the filthy ground. The bastard played with her curls and he could see her trying to get away but with her state of condition, he doubted there was much she could do. The man brought his finger down her cheek to her lips before going down to her neck, he let his fingers played with her long neck, then with the chain of her necklace for a while before he yanked the necklace as if he to strangle her. He could only watch in horror and pure fury was evident in his eyes. He was sure the man was going to kill his angel now before the bastard disappeared once again. He couldn't help himself as he let out a shaky breath of relief. She wasn't safe yet but at least she wasn't in danger either.

Then their scenario changed again. It was still dark but they weren't in any street he recognize, there weren't any street lights anywhere and they were standing in front of a weird gypsy caravan. She was standing in front of him again, dressed in a white dress. She didn't have a smile nor was she crying but her eyes was filled with sadness that made his heart clenched. He wanted to cry when he heard her angelic voice.

"Help me."

He frowned at her. What was she talking about, she was perfectly fine. She wasn't hurt or in danger. She gave him a sad smiled before she grabbed a knife and stabbed herself on the hand, blood dripping from the wound and she just stared at it.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. But she wasn't listening to him, instead she kept stabbing herself while saying the same thing over and over again, that she wanted him to help her, but with what?

Then he started seeing his angel in different scenarios, one with a smile and the other with crying. It was either happiness or sadness. In places he knew and others he didn't. His mansions, the place he used to live with siblings, his old village, the places he ran into with his father, the a town square, her best friend's house, a boarding house, a lake house, some street, a little cottage near a mountain. He was about make her stop it when it suddenly stopped. Stopping in the middle of the town square, inside a gazebo, with she sitting on a bench and he hesitantly followed.

"I'm alive," she said, her voice breaking.

He frowned. Of course he knew she was alive, she was with him after all. As if reading his thoughts, she gave him a sad smile but her eyes were filled with remorse. He didn't understand. "No, I'm alive."

"I know, sweetheart," he reassured her with a smile.

"You don't know, but I am."

Her smile fell and a broken sob escaped her lips. The sadness he could see in her eyes was torturous and he wished he didn't have to see it.

She then looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm alive."

Then everything went black.

Don't forget to leave reviews and tell me what you think, guys. Just a little heads up, I might or might not continue this story, depends on your reviews (not a blackmail). LOL.

Xoxo, Ems.