A/N - Sorry it's been so long. I am currently working on Chapter 3, but with school and Play practice, I don't know when I will be able to get it up. My goal is to have it for you guys sometime this weekend, but I can't guarantee anything.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I'm really excited for the flashbacks this story. I think they are my favorite yet, but I'm curious to hear what you guys think.

December 19th 1917 (1):

Elena motioned for the bartender to refill her drink another time. He walked over and poured more of the liquid into her shot glass, throwing her a concerned glance. She had lost count of how many she had had, but if she had been a normal human, she would have been so drunk by that point that she probably couldn't even remember her own name. Luckily for her, she wasn't a normal human, and that came with quite a few perks.

"Hello sugar." A man scooted up next to her. His clothes looked as if they hadn't been washed in months and his hands were calloused and rough. "Aren't you quite the pretty thing to be sitting here, drinking all by your lonesome."

She didn't even give him a glance, but instead picked up her recently refilled shot glass and downed it. "Sometimes woman just want some time to themselves." she replied when she had swallowed the contents of the glass.

He scooted closer and she could feel his breath on her neck. It wrecked and she gritted her teeth. "Oh, come now. Don't you want to have some fun?"

She turned to him and looked him in the eyes. "Leave this bar, start down the main road in whatever town this is, and then walk until your shoes fall off your feet."

He nodded slowly before systematically getting up and heading out the door, another advantage to her being more than human. She turned her attention back to the bartender, gesturing for yet another refill.

The front door opened again, letting a unusually cold drift of wind and a few snowflakes flutter into the room. She still had her back to the door, but her senses were on hyper alert and she knew who the new arrivals were before they even said anything. She could hear their hearts racing a mile per minute and the slight clicking sound of metal against metal as their badges swung against the guns hidden in their coats.

"Don't make a move." One of them said. She could practically feel the presence of the weapon pointed at the back of her head. It almost made her laugh at how clueless they were. She slowly raised her hands, letting the corners of her mouth creep up into an empty smile. "You have no idea who you are dealing with."

The rest of the place had gone quiet. Everyone was watching like it was a show put on for their amusement.

The policeman standing directly behind her with his gun to her head was the one to answer. "You are under arrest for-"

She didn't let him finish her sentence. In a flash, she was at his neck, biting down into his carotid artery. Normally, she would never let herself do this, but that was yet another advantage to being a vampire. She could turn it off, and just not care that she was hurting someone. She could enjoy the kill.

The rest of the customers began to panic, trying to run for the door, but she was too fast. She quickly cut them off at the door. The first one to reach her was a boy, about her age. He looked startled by her sudden appearance in front of him. "Forget everything that you saw here, and leave." She shoved him out the door, and did the same to the next person.

The other officer, who had run to his friend's side as soon as she had let him go, was turning his attention back to her, hatred and terror in his eyes. "What have you done to him? What kind of monster are you?"

The rest of the customers were now cowering to the sides, knowing better than to try and make a run for it, so Elena decided to indulge the officer's question. "I think you know what I am." She said, slowly walking toward him, letting herself enjoy the game without her feelings getting in the way. "You policemen have been calling me it for weeks, but you never really believed it to be true, did you? It was just a nickname because you didn't know who I was."

He pulled back, narrowing his eyes at her. "It's impossible. There is no such thing as a . . ." His voice trailed off, unable to finish his sentence because of his disbelief.

Elena smiled wickedly. "Say it. What have you policemen been calling me?"

He gulped and managed to squeeze the words out. "The Vampire Killer of the East Coast."