Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Vampire Diaries which includes both the book and T.V. series. Only L.J. smith owns the character's and anything affiliated with the Vampire Diaries series. I merely am writing a fanfiction plot I came up with and any made up character's that aren't affiliated with Vampire Diaries.

Summary: Elena left Mystic Fall's out of fear of becoming like Katherine and tearing the Salvatores apart as soon as she notices she is developing more then friendly feelings for the older Salvatore. Time passes and she comes back with new people will both or one Salvatore return. What happens when they do return? How will Elena deal with them now that she's a vampire?

Author's Note: Finally I update! This a very long update well kind of...? Probably like the longest one if ever done for this story. Anyways I hope you enjoy! ^^

P.S. Did you see the extended promo for episode four! Woo! Truly a Damon and Elena moment...I hope. I hope that's Elena playing pool! Please let it not be a Katherine trick! Though I have a strong feeling it's Elena~!

Okay read on! Hope it's not...'crappy'

The forest was shadowed as she ran mindlessly through its rough terrain. Her body knew how to move precisely, her muscles knew when to flex and contract…even how much to stretch.

It seemed like it was a separate thing apart from her at the moment. She knew though that it was because of her vampiric abilities that this was possible, if she were human she would end up tripping and cracking her head against a random boulder or smash her face into the ground.

The leaves of the trees and even the pine needles dipped and swayed against the force of the breeze passing through, they made the shadows rustle.

She had one objective that burned in her mind and she planned to go through it, she wouldn't stop until she reached her destination.

Her eyes locked onto the huge boulder before her. With a deep breath she pushed her body to increase the speed greatly and she relaxed her muscles with the intent of conquering the obstacle before her. With a pleasant flush of her muscles she lithely sprung upwards and landed as graceful as a cat, only to presume running.

Adrenaline pushed her body along she knew, she ran on it because she didn't feel exhausted as she ran in silence. She was seeking the delicious burn of working muscles, the stretching and flexing.

With feline like grace she conquered the forest terrain and found herself standing in front of the Weylin house. The sun was beginning to set and the glimmers of orange light bounced off of any reflective surface it could manage to reach.

Slowly she sluggishly clomped up the steps and tried the handle. The door silently swung open and she slowly closed it and blurred upstairs silently. As she shut the door of the room shaky breaths escaped her and she clutched her head, she was going through almost the same reaction she had when she found out Stefan was a vampire.

Now that she was alone she could break into as many pieces as she wanted to.

Elena felt her eyes sting with upcoming tears and her throat constrict as strangled sobs left her huddled form. She hugged her knees and rested her forehead upon them with closed eyes.

I really must be like Katherine.

Those words he had said, had torn her up inside. He had been right; she had been selfish just thinking about her fears, her panic and her problems. Elena hadn't even thought that much about anyone else…until later.

Silently she stared at nothing as warm tears fell upon her cheek and down to her chin in gentle rivulets. She clenched her teeth as shaky, ragged breaths continued to leave her.

She hated feeling like this, this helpless and alone, this hurt. She felt like one of those teenage girls that hopelessly ate chocolates and cried herself dry until even that action hurt her. There was nothing to be done about it though because Damon had already hurt her and she felt the remnants of anger still drift in her system. So she flicked the vampire switch.

She needed to feel cool and not hurt right now.

Determination set into her.

With a sharp breath she wiped her cheeks sullenly and stood up as shakes racked her body.

Elena walked slowly to the bathroom and turned to the claw foot tub and twisted the dials to the perfect warm temperature.

Elena silently poured a mixture of lavender and sandalwood bath oils with a few additional drops of patchouli and some rose infused bath mineral crystals. When she felt that there was enough water she turned off the taps and peeled her clothes. Slowly she slipped in, relishing in the extremely pleasant warmth of the water and the relaxing oils drifting to her nose.

As she let the scents of the relaxing herbal oils sink into her, her muscles loosening and her body relaxed as the warmth seeped into her bones.

She rested her head onto the wall in bliss; her mind began to drift as her eyes drifted themselves across the mix of modern and old design of this room.

She remembered Zephyr telling her this had been his younger sister's room, Helena who had also been a vampire. Over the centuries she had modernized the bathroom to suit her tastes and you could say recently the room had been left vacant. Elena was surprised to see that both their tastes had been similar. Elena had…lucked out.

Though, she would have taken what was given to her regardless.

Elena's eyes suddenly began to droop sleepily, her lashes fluttering as she tried to keep her eyes open. The warmth of the water was lulling her to sleep and the aroma of the relaxant herb oils weren't helping either. So she began to wash and when she was done and even though the water was still very warm she got out and wrapped a towel around her snugly.

Grabbing her clothes she disposed of them, placing them into the hamper. With bare feet padding against the floor as she walked she sat at the table in front of the huge mirror in her room.

With a sigh she brushed her hair gently with the comb and when she was satisfied she slipped into a black, fringed blue lace accented camisole and matching blue and black boy shorts.

She fished out her diary and a pen. However when she had finally gotten it open she stared at the lines blankly, pen poised to write. Except she couldn't think of what to write, she didn't know where to begin…or where to end.

She had so much to say and yet it also was – in her mind- so little.

She scrawled the day's date and inscribed onto the second line two words.

Dear Diary,

She stopped and took a breath allowing her thoughts to flit across her mind freely.

Her hand slowly began to write and pick up speed as she felt herself pouring herself into the entry.

I've made a mess of things. I've sometimes found myself regretting the decision to return to Mystic Falls and now I feel it… much more than ever.

Seeing Stefan brought the sense of warmth and the security his presence usually brings to me, yet I found the memories rushing back and he seemed to get upset…I expected no less of him though. I had to leave him in mid sentence because I needed to leave; I don't think I could have dealt with him getting so excited in public.

This…encounter didn't wound me as much as it should have.

Just after…a few minutes after me entering the boarding house…I heard the phone call. Damon said…some things that left marks inside. I found out at least that he doesn't care for me like I want him too…so I can stop with the hopeless…hoping.

Like the love struck fool I was…the stubbornness and anger overtook me and I found myself fishing for answers. Demanding them even…of course when Damon got angry I shouldn't have expected any less but I got the insults this time. I got the Katherine comparison and the bit of the conversation (his part of the words before I left.) still echoes in my mind and I want it to stop.

It was strange to hear him speak to me like that…I've never heard that tone directed at me and it scares me…because I think whatever sort of relationship we have, the bridge of trust has burned down; probably from the moment I left, from the moment I walked in…or even left town.

I've royally…messed up.

No not even messed up, I've royally screwed things up.

I don't know what to do anymore but to go on at this point. Maybe be unfeeling on topics involving Damon Salvatore, since he is the one that I'm easily emotionally affected by.

I need to…move on; maybe it worked out this way for the best.

Maybe it's a sign…

At one point I'd have told anyone I didn't have more then friendly feelings for Damon.

I found out later on that I'd been lying to myself and I was trying to compress the side of me that loved him. I didn't want to fall in love with both Salvatores…and my worry became true except I've more or less fallen out of love with Stefan…there is a lingering love like emotions but I think I care for him simply now as more of a friend or a brother.

Damon will always be another story…but he will never know, at least for now. I'm scared of how he will react beside cockily to that piece of information. I'll probably be taunted; teased and mocked…I don't expect anything less than brutal.

I deserve no less and expect no less from him.

No matter my silent heart will always be for Damon, even if he rejects it…rips it out, stomps on it and hands me back the mangled shredded remains.

I'll take it because…I'm a fool for him and I've fallen in love with him…or at least it feels this way, I know how real love is supposed to feel like…and I think I am going through it.

I don't care if this is one sided and unrequited love…I still love him; I just wish the hurt would go away.

Little by little I find myself numbing as well…though.

At the moment I feel like just sitting here and staring out the window in silence, my heart has been broken and ripped out and mangled.

I just want to curl into a ball and claw my way out of my skin because I feel weak…and I can't muster up the strength to pull myself together…even as I feel myself falling apart by the seams, the very fabric stitches of myself and right now…I don't even care.

Yet the question has been ever still turning in my mind…

Am I really like Katherine?

- Elena

With sluggish movements she shut her diary and tucked her pen and the book away somewhere secret.

Elena retrieved a spare blanket she stowed away in a black chest by her bed. She just recently had brought into the room. She grabbed her headphones and music device on the way.

Her bare feet padded as she slowly walked to the large window ledge and she installed the ear buds into her ears and after finding the song she listened to her selection.

As she outstretched her legs against the length of the window seat she gazed out to the forestry around her. The red and oranges blazed in beautiful tones and the yellows mixed with the fiery gems that seemed set the sky alight.

Usually the scenery evoked warmth and calm.

She couldn't reach out and fully take in its beauty.

It was too bright for her, too happy.

Huddling and wrapping herself in the black and blue accented blanket she averted her gaze to the leaves and pines on the various trees that silently danced to their own forest melody.

The scenery seemed to change before she knew it.

This scenery laid before her drew her in.

Beyond the window lay the darkening sky, misty midnight blues dotted with hints of silver thin night sky mist. With heightened eyesight she picked up twinkling stars shinning and shimmering gently and at the corner, the most beautiful thing that stood out was the silver white, mystifying moon.

It seemed to glow with its on special magic…it's on celestial light and the mystical life that pulsed from it drew her in, it was the only thing she was opening herself to.

Elena suddenly felt a hand upon on her shoulder, the warmth in the gesture began to seep into her skin.

She didn't turn and acknowledge it, she knew who it was but didn't feel like moving.

"Elena?"

Silence and the soft music drifted from her the headphones and into her ears.

She was becoming more and more disconnected.

"Elena? What's wrong?" She made out the worried tones in the soft male voice.

As soon as warm arms encircled her and she felt her self shift and a warm body wrapped around her own, head resting on her shoulder she felt her throat begin to tighten and her eyes begin a the rush of such a warm, caring gesture.

The quilt wrapped around both bodies like sheath that covered up to the mid collarbone area. The scent of musky, expensive, pleasant smelling cologne reached her nose and she closed her eyes. Warm arms moved and encircled around her waist.

The warmth covered her back and she felt sheathed in its intensity.

Except for the music streaming into her ears, it was silent.

That is until the door swung open, slowly she tilted her head to see who was standing still in the middle of the entry way and the exit, standing in the middle of the doorframe.

Jade cat like eyes locked onto her brown ones.

Echoing the man curled up against her, comfortingly and brotherly he was still as a statue. "What happened Elena?"

Quietly she spoke in an emotionless tone. "I went to the Salvatore boarding house."

A sharp breath sounded. "What? Again?"

Asher began to stroke her tresses as he spoke softer and calmer then Zephyr, she heard him struggling with it though. "Are you okay?"

Zephyr's anger filled voice cut in. "More importantly did Salvatore hurt you?"

"No…not physically at least." Her voice drifted to a murmur at the last part.

She knew Zephyr's anger was directed at Damon. She knew he meant his words as he spoke them with a dark anger edge. "He still hurt you, I'm gonna make him eat Vervain. I'll make him eat it until he can't even move for a damn month! Until he's bleeding it and its setting him alight!"

Elena knew Zephyr would probably make him suffer more and she was glad somewhere inside that Asher stopped him. "Zephyr No! Not now, we need to be here for Elena…as much as I'd like to go there and pound the little…" Asher drifted off; she got what he was saying though.

Asher began to rub her back soothingly "We just can't Zeph…El needs us."

Zephyr sighed. "Yea okay...Hey! When did you start becoming all serious, that's supposed to be my job Ash."

Asher's laughter pulsed through her from his chest to her back. "Hey! I can be serious, I just choose when I want to be."

"Whatever." Zephyr breathed out and headed over, lifting her legs and placing them on his lap as he sat down quietly.

"Hey." Zephyr said break the minute of silence.

She lifted her eyes to meet his jade catlike ones. "You look detached, like that night."

Instantly her body shivered against her will.

That night was a terrible memory that haunted and creeped up on unexpectedly and lately ever since she arrived to Mystic falls her mind decided to give her a rest on that memory and torture her with Salvatore problems.

Her voice was devoid of emotion as she spoke. "I don't know what is more terrible that night or what's happening right now. Both have such terrible aspects." A warm head rested on her shoulder snugly.

"I'm glad we found you in time…I don't want to know what would've happened if we hadn't rescued you from those…evil…." He drifted off as his eyes fixed onto the nightfall outside.

"I'd have probably been either dead, a blood slave – I'd rather be dead than be that – or a vampire minion… or worse." Elena drifted off and looked at the dark scenery outside.

As her mind drifted to the terrible memory her mind seemed to want to haunt her after awhile of not torturing her about it, she found herself breathe out a simple sentence. "That night felt like a living nightmare."

Cool hands gripped the material of her shirt as she was roughly dragged down a darkened alleyway.

Her heart was racing furiously as fear and panic slammed into her and tainted her system.

Elena's breaths were short and ragged, her throat tight…constricted as a dull throbbing ache pulsed in the confines that were her throat. Her whole body quaked in fear.

She felt like she was going to die.

Any second now and she could, a stab to the heart, slowly having blood drained tortuously while she was alive or quick and clean; her neck snapped without a second's hesitation.

What turned out to be a leisurely stroll back to her apartment after meeting up with friends at the bar/nightclub turned out to be this. She found herself in an event that involved the supernatural creatures. The things she had run from only just 6 months ago, she was bordering on the seventh month of compressing the memories and of her freedom.

That is until this happened.

It seemed she wasn't privileged enough to have normalcy in her life for far too long as of late. But God, could she use it. She desired it so bad!

Her body flew and her back met the wall of a building, with forceful impact.

Wincing in pain and coughing at the whoosh of breath that left her lips so quick, she tried to right her slumping body.

However hands gripped her and she felt hot breath descend upon her ear it smelled like stale beer that emitted from this vampire's mouth. Repulsion pierced her and her body fought to get away.

"Stop moving around so much or I will kill you, or far worse."

She shivered what could be worse than death itself?

Lots, you could become a daily blood slave or…anything else.

Death would be salvation at this and that point.

The grip on her shoulder tightened to a force that made her cry out, a hand reached out to muffle the cry as she heard laughter from the front of her. Blood tinted sclera's and dilated sinister green poison coloured depths shone back at her.

A tall, lean male loped from the shadows, dirty blonde hair cropped into a buzz cut. The lips curled into a venomous, hungry sneer. His voice rang out all sarcastic with dark edges to it. "Ah, so you've finally found the perfect, tasty meal Nick."

Her eyes flicked to the side and locked into black vacuum depths, dark veins peeking through the skin underneath the eyes, eyes dilated and sclera stained crimson and simple brown hair with a small cowlick. "You bet Brendan. She's pretty too." Southern twang filled his words as he ran a calloused finger down her cheek.

They both laughed harmoniously, the laughter was tainted with a manic edge to it. Nick stared into Elena's eyes intensely and his voice drifted out in monotone. "You're gonna be quiet no matter what I do to you, understand?"

Elena should've faked being compelled but she couldn't do it, she was too shaken up by what was going on right now. Nick seemed taken back at his compulsion failure. "Are you carryin Vervain on you sweetie? Ingest any?" Elena didn't answer and Nick sighed in annoyance as he gripped her arm tighter, sniffing the air for the scent of Vervain.

With a grin his finger slipped to her neck and gingerly held the chain of the necklace, being careful to not touch the pendant filled with the toxic plant. His hands slid up the clasp and quickly he unhooked it, dropping it to the right side as he held her firmly in place. "Good now that we're all able to work properly now, you will obey my commands y'hear?"

Locking his eyes onto hers, the pupils shrink and then dilating as he spoke out his command. "You are going to be silent, no matter what…even if I break your bones, one by one. Not until after I'm done with you."

Elena's mind went blank and his words simply echoed in her thought pool as her mouth moved of its own accord. "I will be silent; no matter what…even if you break my bones, one by one…not until you're done with me."

"Good girl."

She was silent, and still as he bent his head to her neck, lips brushing the skin of her neck, sharp incisors grazing the skin. Finally the prickly feeling went away and a white hot sharp sensation replaced it as she felt something impale the flesh the lips had trailed over. Her first instinct was to scream, thrash, to get away or to go into survival mode but she couldn't as the command echoed in her head. So she bit her lip gingerly as he roughly fed from her and even as the white hot pain flashed through her she somehow didn't slump or go limp. It felt like she was slowly dying.

When he was done she saw him through - a blank mind and equally blank eyes - motion Brendan over. With a malicious grin Brendan loped over and took Nick's spot as he feed from her. Again the impulse to scream and kick slammed through her again. Brendan fed from her as well but when then he abruptly stopped.

With a grin Brendan lifted his wrist to his lips and the sound of tearing flesh could be heard, he forcibly tilted Elena's head back. A strange, exotic tasting liquid fell upon her lips and she was aware of the massaging feeling at her neck. He was trying to get her to open her mouth and swallow, and that's what happened involuntarily of course.

Brendan was shoved to the side with a sigh as Nick preformed the same ministration.

Elena knew what they were trying to do and going to do in that moment, by the grins and the look in their eyes.

They were going to turn her into a vampire.

As Brendan's bloody face and Nick's blood tinted lips tilted up and cocked to the side, she felt her mind free from compulsion as the two snarled.

A man with hair as black as midnight peeked through the darkness, jade cat eyes narrowed and flashing, A mocha haired male with amethyst eyes flanked him at the side, mouth set into a tight line, disgust evident in both their faces. As the raven haired male spoke - and with her body now free - she slid down to the ground weak from all the blood loss and all she could do was sluggishly clutch her head as she cradled it to her knees and hunch over weakly. "Leave her alone." The voice was firm and commanding.

"Brendan lookie who we have here! It's that auburn haired chick's boyfriend!" Nick laughed raucously.

The mocha haired male's face - with pretty amethyst eyes- darkened and the vampire switch flicked on. "Shut up you fucking bastard! She wasn't just some chick! I'm not gonna let you put another girl through what you put Selene, not while I'm around!"

Both of her attacker's face twisted into a dark, angry frown. "Excuse me? Repeat what you called me." Nick's tone was heavy with Southern twang.

"You heard me, I said fucking bastard…not such a bad word…why did I hurt your little baby, vampire feelings?" The mocha haired male laughed humorlessly while the raven haired male beside him murmured something that sounded like 'shut up.'

"I'm gonna kill you little fucker." A hiss left Nick's lips as he sneered and all the males tensed. For a few minutes they were still, but abruptly the mocha haired male sprung towards Nick. At this point Elena was hardly focusing on the fight, but her mind was drifting and it was hard to focus. She had lost a hefty amount of blood and she needed to have it replenished soon. Though somehow she found herself able to fish the Vervain necklace from the ground.

"Damn it, Nick! Fall back!"

"Are you serious Brendan? Hell no!"

"Just do it!" She heard an animal like snarl and then feet pounding in time with the movement of what sounded like running.

Soft warm fingers tilted her chin up and she felt afraid, yet safe at the same time.

Is he going to hurt me like those vampires just did?

As if he had been reading her mind, his lips formed into a soft, sweet smile. "Hey? Are you okay?" She shook her head slowly.

Fingers probed at her neck and then stroked her tresses. "They both fed from you didn't they?" Meekly she nodded. The mocha haired male got up and started pacing murmuring 'What to do…what to do…"

The raven haired male took the mocha haired male's spot and turned to look at him in a crouched down position. "She's lost lot of blood Asher…I'm going to feed her my blood." Clearly the two were unaware of the minimal vampire blood from the two she had been forcibly fed already.

Bringing his wrist to his lips as he eyes were locked onto her brown ones. Gingerly he placed his bleeding wrist to her lips and at first she fought back, kept her mouth closed.

He spoke with sincerity lacing his tone as he tried to coax her into drinking his blood. "C'mon, we don't want you to die…do you want to?" She tiredly stared into his eyes trying to find any malicious intent to his gesture. When she didn't find any she parted her lips and drank.

After awhile she felt his wrist pull away and he picked her up gingerly. "Is she okay Zephyr?" The one called Asher asked all worried.

"She's fine, just look out for those guys, they could be prowling around still, be on guard Asher." He tightened his hold on her.

Asher came in view and flashed a boyish grin. "Hey there good looking."

Instantly her old habit roared up again, the one gesture she practically reserved for someone in particular. Tiredly she rolled her eyes.

Asher's boyish grin grew and he turned away, focusing on their surroundings.

Getting curious she decided to ask a question. "Where are we going?"

Zephyr answered quickly. "We're going to my and Asher's place, it's safe for you there…especially with the vampire blood in your system…that is unless you don't care about turning into a vampire."

Elena stayed silent and Zephyr just kept moving along.

Sooner than she though as she turned her head Zephyr stopped, she looked up to see a tall luxurious apartment building. It was still a little while away but at the same time it was well in reach. "We're almost there see?" Zephyr said casually.

They resumed their trek to the apartment building. Except they found themselves have to halt a second time because Nick and Brendan jumped out from the shadows and blurred into a pounce. Roughly Elena found herself knocked to the ground. Her head made painful contact with the hard, cool ground. Warm liquid pooled down her head and she winced.

Why me… I mean c'mon twice in one night?

Can't I get some slack?

Weakly she tilted her head, pain like needles attacked the wound…the split of her head and she saw Zephyr and Asher blurring along with the other two vampires.

Asher was thrown just a few inches of her and when he spotted her he cursed. "Shit, you're bleeding, crap!" Gingerly Asher picked up her body to safety and once more she heard the tear of deceivingly soft flesh. As soon as the bloody wrist was thrusted to her lips she drank as quickly as she could because she wasn't sure Zephyr could take the two by himself…it may seem like he could but she wasn't sure.

The wrist abruptly left her lips and after laying her against the brick wall he returned to help Zephyr out.

It seemed to go on for hours and she felt herself getting sleepy but she knew she had to focus…sleep was a dangerous action at the moment.

Life seemed to make her life in general hard because Nick blurred in front of her and using vampire speed, before she knew it he was behind her and a hand curled around her neck…he was ready to snap her neck without a moments hesitation. "Stop! Or I'll snap the girl's neck."

"Oh no you won't, I'll snap your fudging neck myself you…you…little twit!" Asher was worked up she could tell, his face looked flushed and his body was shifting…adrenaline was pumping through him, he was practically twitching.

Oddly she felt detached with the situation. Probably because she was tired, and exhausted and basically done with this and maybe because she knew she would wake up even if they snapped her neck…though, the two idiots didn't seem to take that in note. "Oh I don't think so; I have her little delicate life in my hands and see I want her. So you're gonna let me go sonny and I'm gonna leave with her. Sound good? Good!" Sarcasm was heavy in his Southern accent.

Elena gave Asher and Zephyr a look saying. 'Let them do it. Let them kill me.'

Asher looked pained with what she wanted and he nodded slightly before saying just as detached as she felt. "I'm not letting you leave with her."

"I see you've made your decision…fine if I can't have her, neither can you!" Just like that a painful sensation burned in her neck and instantly darkness covered her.

As soon as Elena woke up her neck basically hurt like hell. That was even an understatement, basically her whole body ached. On top of that her eyesight was clearer and more refined, sharper and more sensitive. Her sense of smell was acute and more sensitive as were other things. She knew what she was now.

Elena was a transitioning vampire. With a painful shudder her mind thought to what she had to do to complete the process, sure she had many times wondered and thought about what she'd do if she was in this situation, she weighed the pros and cons of either letting her body wither away and die or becoming a creature of the night forever.

She didn't feel ready for a second death though, her final death. Elena wanted to see life through and then decided if she should keep on living or not, it'd be easy to end her life, she knew how to.

Ha a suicidal vampire!

Who would have thought I could turn into one of those.

Suddenly the door creaked open and Asher grinning entered the room carrying a blood bag. "What's that for?" She asked warily.

"A blood bag, just in case you're thinking of going on 'Team Human blood drinkers!' Or Team furry animal blood drinkers!" He flashed a grin as he set the blood bag down and sat on the strange bed she just noticed she was in.

"Don't I have to drink a human's blood and not to be pushy or sound demanding but don't I need a special ring as well for the daytime?" Her eyes focused on the ring glinting from the lamplight that was stationed on one of his fingers and she made out the same design of the rings those vampires wore.

"Whoa! How come you know this stuff?" Asher looked shocked as both brows raised in unison with the mouth hanging.

Averting her gaze she spoke softly, she knew he heard her. "I…just know. I'll tell you later or sometime…or something…" Her voice drifted off to silent mode.

"Okay…to answer your question yes, and yes!"

Her head snapped up and she firmly spoke to him ensuring he would heed her words. "Okay, but I want a willing human…a temporary donor."

"Okay fine, I'd better tell Zeph now…cause the sooner the better right. Just don't leave the apartment…fresh born, fledgling vampires are unstable at the mercy of the smell of warm, fresh blood." He smiled softly as he got up and then suddenly he disappeared.

She heard the murmurs of two voices and then a door opening and closing.

With a sigh she snuggled deeper in the wad of sheets at her disposal.

As minutes passed and possibly even hours she found herself deathly bored.

Drumming her fingers on the surface she gazed at the ceiling and abruptly got up. She did something she knew she shouldn't, she left the room she had been confined too, eyeing the blood bag before she left and opened the latch. She saw a glint of what she assumed was spared keys. Passing a sort of reflective surface she spotted herself, hair mussed and in a fashion of disarray, her clothes wrinkled and tattered, torn even in some places.

Shrugging she opened the latch of the door and locked the door behind her.

I'll just go on a walk.

That's innocent; I mean how much damage could I do by going for a walk?

That's safe right; I mean how many people are out at this hour…I mean isn't it like one or two in the morning?

Apparently she could do a lot of harm in walking because she seemed to enter a sort of busy area…with warm human bodies.

Her gums started to ache at the sweet, warm aroma she was inhaling. Elena's tongue darted out to lick her lips as her she felt her throat ache and burn in an acid- like thirst.

Crap! This was a bad idea, why didn't I listen.

I'm so dumb!

She quickened her strides, even though she had no idea where she was going. Elena felt blind and she must have looked crazy, walking outside so early in the morning looking like this.

As she tried to get away from the moving crowd of warm, tasty bodies she felt the thirst get worse.

I need a drink now! I'm going to go crazy if I don't!

I need it!

A dark brown haired male with icy blue eyes and a warm fire burning in the depths passed by her and mindlessly she turned to follow him.

Don't do it! For God's sake!

He was alone, walking down an alley and he didn't seem to have drunk much alcohol.

She licked her lips as he turned to face her, he was very good looking. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. That expression reminded her of…

No, don't think about him!

His features seemed to transform in front of here eyes but as soon as she got closer to him and his back gently bumped against a brick alleyway wall she noticed he didn't really look like who she that he had.

Nevertheless, she tried to feign niceness and the vampire inside of her - that wanted to blossom- took over. "Hello there, sorry I kina followed you…I just saw you around and wanted to talk to you." His cocky smirk grew at her words.

"Talk about what?" A single brow rose in question as the smirk stayed in place.

"Oh…nothing really." She swayed her hips towards his lean figure. Plastering on a coy smile as she fluttered her lashes at him.

At the moment Elena knew somewhere in the back of her mind she had definitely been taken over, because in any normal circumstance she probably wouldn't have done this. Or at least she didn't think so…and her actions internally scared her at the moment.

Her lips brushed down his neck and to his shoulder. Then they traced back up to the side of his neck, her tongue darting out to taste the flesh where the pulse was concealed underneath the skin.

This gesture elicited a husky groan of pleasure, his back arching slightly in unison. Brushing the sharp points of her teeth against the soft flesh. she felt her fangs cut through their skin prison with a satisfying release. Her teeth instantly pierced through the soft flesh like butter and the male she had begun to feed off began to scream and thrash.

She ignored his yelling and concentrated on the lush, exotic, sweet, warm and divine red liquid pouring into her mouth right now. His life force poured so deliciously down her throat and she could drain him dry, nay she wanted to.

There was no one to stop her as she so unfeelingly drank him dry and when he ceased to make any noise and to stop all movement, she pulled out her fangs from his skin.

Licking her lips she tasted the lingering droplets staining her lips, she felt his lifeblood dripping down her chin. Elena quickly wiped her lips and chin clean.

Suddenly a clicking noise alerted her of another human's presence, the heart rate beating furiously. A female who seemed to be drunk as a skunk wobbled over, tear tracks staining her face.

Still feeling hungry she grinned slightly to herself, it disappeared after a minute though as her face reconstructed into an expression of worry for the girl. "Aw, what's wrong?"

The girl looked up slowly and her eyes widened before they averted away from her. "My boyfriend cheated on me and he's gone missing."

Looking sad and sympathetic she walked over, sincerity filling her tone as she wrapped her arms around the girl's shaky body. "That's so sad…you're such a pathetic girl."

She nodded and murmured. "I know."

Leaning in and whispering gently into the girl's ear. "I know something that'll help you out...make you feel better."

The simple answer sounded like a sigh when it left her lips. "What?"

She leaned back and gazed at the girl, eyes wide with wonder, blonde strands falling into green eyes. "Death." At that instant Elena snapped her neck and held the blonde upright as she drained her dry, she somehow found herself kneeling on the ground. Blood dripped down her chin as she pulled away; it stained her teeth and lips.

Her body stiffened as her eyes fell upon Asher with a sullen look on his face.

Asher slowly made his way over to her, when he reached her; he kneeled beside her as he stroked her hair back.

It was like she had awaken from a deep sleep but had memories of what her body had done, with her mind not apart of it. It was like she had been possessed, her humanity or even 'Elena' had been eaten up by a bloodsucking monster.

She felt like…

Katherine.

Her eyes widened as her mind processed what she had done. A pain filled cry left her lips as she clutched her head.

Warm, salty tears fell upon her cheeks as she huddled against her knees.

I killed two innocent people!

The thought made her scared of herself, was the vampire in her eating the Elena she knew so well up?

Zephyr appeared looking and radiating the same feelings Asher was expressing at the moment. He dragged the bodies away, after a few minutes she smelt the burning of flesh and fragrant oil.

He's probably trying to mask the human flesh burning scent…by using perfumed oils.

Her mind was all over the place…switching to random topics, she hoped would get her mind off of what she had just done then it preceded into thoughts of what she had just done.

"It's going to be okay." Asher's voice was soft and smooth, surprisingly reassuring as he rubbed his hand soothingly across her back.

No its not…I'm a monster, a cold blooded killer.

I'm sick…so sick.

I'm…I'm scared…

Then like that everything was calm and cool. She had flicked the switched on, gradually through a numbed persona everything drained away.

She was detached.

Elena was jolted out of her memory trance when Zephyr placed a mug of warm blood on her lap. "Thank you." She murmured it. She meant it more ways than one.

Sipping at the warm contents, her stomach felt better and her mind clear.

"Hey Asher those two vampires…killed Selene didn't they?" She felt Asher simply nod.

"Did you two know that I had four vampire's blood in my system?" She sipped at her mug quietly as Zephyr answered.

"No, not until after…we didn't even know if my blood would truly affect you. What with me not being a made vampire. I was a born vampire remember…all my family members died just in 1898."

I wonder if having his blood in my body that night as I turned...affected me in anyway.

Elena was curious she poked more, she knew Zephyr didn't mind. "How again?"

"Vampire Hunters…my mother was a witch and after she birthed me…and the twins Lissa and David…our father turned her by her own free will. My other siblings were made vampires. I was born before in the days when there were tribes all around and Asher was turned in the days of the Romans gladiators…Selene was turned in the 1700's." Asher laughed and she knew by his laugh he was going to make a joke.

"Yep, we're old!" She felt Asher smile though the material of her shirt.

Her lips twitched but instead of smiling she murmured an 'oh'

Elena gulped down the rest of the blood and Zephyr took it, disappearing down stairs and returning after twenty seconds. "Well I think I am going to go to sleep now…thanks for the blood Zephyr." She yawned to prove her point.

Zephyr nodded at this as she sluggishly released the curtains from their tied back position. Finally she plopped into bed.

Except suddenly two warm male bodies joined her, wrapping their arms around her just like that night she had killed those two innocents. It was a comforting gesture they used sometimes. The gesture worked well because she found her mind slipping, the warm enveloping her and her breaths going shallow.

The last words she heard before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep were. "Things will work out, they will get better. Remember you have us, we'll always be here."

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