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Tonight's the night. Dana's thoughts were racing as she made her way up the steps of the mansion. She felt giddy, or nervous. She couldn't tell which. Either way she knew that she could rid of herself of the fire licking at her abdominal and the parch of her throat tonight.

The so-called ball was already in full swing when she stepped inside the extravagant house an hour late. There were couples dancing, old people chatting, and some guests sipping on champagne. A few people were already even slightly drunk.

To Dana, it was refreshing and intoxicating all at the same time.

Everywhere she turned she was greeted by a new face and introduced to someone new simply because she was a new face and it was a small town. But she soon made her way to the edge of an occupied room where she felt she really needed to be. Nobody would pay attention to her if she weren't right in the center of the event.

Her gaze followed anyone who passed by. Dana was silently telling herself that the first person who crossed her, or even the first to merely bump into her would be the first. She would do what she needed to do and leave. One poor soul who wouldn't make it out of this mansion. That was all she needed to take.

But, as some other poor man waltzed past with a glass of champagne in hand, she found that she couldn't bring herself to do it just yet. "This is stupid." She murmured under her breath as she leaned back against the wall.

Dana folded her arms over her chest, a sigh slipping past her lips. She should have just waited until a high school party came up, or even found her way out to another town to take care of her business. But, she also knew she probably couldn't have lasted another day. She'd gone as long as she could.

Then her eyes caught sight of a young man, one who was nearly too drunk to function leading a young girl up the stairs. A knowing smile curved Dana's lips as she brushed aside any thoughts of doubt that she had. Instead she pushed her way through the crowd, not apologizing once to a single soul she accidentally bumped into.

She took the steps one at a time, hand trailing along the glossy banister so as not to seem so eager to get upstairs. Once she reached the top she listened carefully, prowling the halls carefully until she heard the sound of moans coming from behind a closed door. Dana paused, straightening her back as she placed a hand on the doorknob and twisted it slowly.

The door swung open to reveal a meticulously decorated bedroom that made it look as if it were hardly ever used. Heavy, navy and crème curtains hung over the windows while the rest of the room was decked out in a similar color scheme.

A king-sized bed sat against the wall, the bed which was occupied by the couple who were now lacking quite a bit of their clothing. The drunk man was adorning the girls body with sloppy kisses, while her hands roamed over his bare chest.

Before either of them could register that someone had stepped inside the room, Dana stood beside the bed. The girl paused, her brown eyes widening in surprise as she laid eyes on the other girl in the room.

"Get the hell out of here freak!" The girl curled her lips into a nasty scowl.

"Oh, I will." Dana said, her head tilted to the side so that strands of dark blonde hair brushed against her shoulder. "Just as soon as I'm finished."

The girl in the bed opened her mouth to make a protest, but she was prevented from doing so in just a few moments. Dana wound her fingers through the guy's curly, black hair and tossed him to the side. She had her hand wrapped around the girls pale neck in just a few seconds and was staring her straight in the eye.

Dana's eyes dilated as she said, "You are not to leave this room, if you do then you die. Understood?" The girl nodded her head submissively before sinking back into the bed when Dana released her. Not only was the poor thing shaking like crazy, but she was now emanating fear. What she didn't know was that there were far scarier things out there than Dana.

The man Dana had tossed to the side was just now scrambling to his feet. He stumbled in the direction the bedroom door was, the one that Dana had shut firmly behind her. He skidded to a stop when Dana was blocking his way, his eyes widening as he began sputtering.

"H-how did you-" His words were quickly cutoff.

In the blink of an eye Dana had her hands back in his hair, yanking his head back to bare his throat to her. Her lips parted as her fangs lengthened, dark circles and veins appearing under her eyes. With a grin Dana bit into the mans throat.

He struggled at first, something Dana found rather amusing. She truly appreciated his resistance, even though he probably knew he couldn't escape her deadly grip. But what she valued even more was the feel of his life fading from his very essence right before her. The way his strength slowly faded away as she drained every single drop of precious blood from his body.

Morbid, perhaps, but the truth.

As soon as the man's heart beat one last time Dana shoved him away, watching as his limp body crumpled to the floor in a pitiful heap. She ran her tongue over her lips, feeling slightly buzzed from the man's intoxicated blood.

A frown adorned Dana's lips as she took in the sight before her. She hadn't particularly made a mess, not unless you counted the fact that there was a dead body in the middle of the bedroom. Other than that she hadn't spilled a single droplet of blood. Asides from the body and the pesky witness, she didn't have a single problem.

Until someone slowly began to clap behind her.

Dana was a blur as she moved, her back now facing the window as she kept herself opposite of the stranger in the bedroom with her. He was hot, something Dana noted right off the bat. With his dark brown hair and eyes, and lean, slender build the boy sported it would have stupid for Dana to think otherwise.

"What a show, love."

Okay. So he was British as well.

"Who are you?" Dana's unwavering gaze became wary as she took in the confident way he stood. Had he been a mere human he would have possibly been afraid by now. But by the way he was staring it was obvious he was everything but afraid.

That, in return, scared Dana.

His brown eyes traveled from Dana to the dead body in the floor. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You have, after all, made quite the mess." She could only assume he meant the dead body and the traumatized girl cowering in the bed. "Although this seems much more entertaining than what's going on downstairs."

Surprise registered across Dana's face. She'd always liked to consider herself to have a fairly practiced poker face, but there were some things that even shocked her. Her mouth opened to respond to the strange man in the room with her, but she was cut off by an ear-piercing shriek.

It was the girl. She was shrieking and scrambling with fright as her distressed mind finally registered what had happened. However, Dana kept her feet planted firmly in place. She wanted to see how he would react to the girl's frantic screams.

He moved much faster than Dana could. Still she kept up with his movement as he buried his fangs in the girls ivory neck. His lips moved from her neck to her wrists and he continued to tear into her flesh until her screams gradually died down. He wasn't being messy, he was simply taking his time to savor his victim's pain, and take pleasure in her terror.

Instinct itched at the back of Dana's mind, attempting to crawl and tear it's way past her determination to just watch. Her thirst may have been quenched, but the predator inside wanted more. It wanted to assist in ripping and shredding the young girl apart.

Soon the boy turned to Dana with a satisfied smirk. "Now that we're rid of that pest, perhaps we should introduce ourselves."

"Unfortunately I have no interest in introducing myself." Dana replied dryly, her mouth set into a rigid line.

His smirk deepened and he took a step towards Dana who held her ground, trying not to be intimidated by him. "Allow me to rephrase myself," His hand shot out, grabbing Dana by the throat and forcing her to look him in the eyes, "Tell me your name." The threat in his voice was evident, but that's not what got Dana.

"Dana Chasseur." The words slipped from between her lips quickly and quietly. She wanted to punch herself for telling him, although it was at that moment that she didn't willingly do so.

He'd compelled her.

Dana's mind raced as he removed his hand from around her neck. Vampires weren't able to compel other vampires, she'd given it a shot before and it had failed quite miserably. So why was this particular vampire able to compel her?

She wanted answers.

No. She needed answers.

"Kol Mikaelson. Pleased to meet you Dana." There was something in the devious way he was smiling that told Dana he wasn't actually 'pleased' to meet her and she certainly wasn't going to be happy she met him.


I seriously hope I'm not screwing Kol's character up too bad...I'm going to keep to his badass, slightly psychotic self...and as you may be able to tell...Dana won't be a...erm...bed of roses either XD

Which is why I'm actually excited to write her o.O I've got a few things planned out for this story though, so keep tuned and PLEASE review :) It makes me happy to see what people think (and it REALLY helps me decide where to take the story).

Meanwhile who's pretty ticked off at what happened in last weeks episode of VD. At this point I hope bad things happen to Elena...

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