DISCLAIMER: I do not own vampire diaries

Zabrina POV

Mystic Falls. The forgotten town. The town which was evacuated under "unknown circumstances", and has now become a favorable ghost town for many tourists.
I guess I missed the memo
I walk cautiously through the abandoned town, which was considerably damaged. Some buildings were even in smoke. It looked like hell had rained down on earth. There had to be someone here, at least some law enforcement, or even some tourists. There was no way this place was completely uninhabited.
I wandered into one of the few still standing structures. A bar, called Mystic Grill. Despite all the horrific damage this town has suffered, this bar was surprisingly in perfect condition. Even the tables were evenly polished. Given the state of the bar, I expected other people to be inside, but just like the rest of the town, there was nobody around. I started to feel anxious, and slowly backed out of the bar, without making too much noise. I started to get a horrible feeling about this town, the reason why nobody was here, or even dared to enter.
There must be a serial killer on the loose.
I tried to turn around, but was stopped in my tracks by an uninviting smell, this particular odour wasn't the smell of rotten food, or dirty socks
It was the stench of death.
I eventually had the bravery to fully turn around, and what I saw, was enough to make me want to puke.
It was a dead body.
I could hardly even recognise it as human. The body was mutilated beyond identification. But the most noticeable wound, were the two identical bite marks, which dug deep into the neck of the victim, blood dripping all over the back table he was thrown onto.
I screamed. And ran right out of the bar, as fast as I could possibly go, which, I admit, isn't too fast. I never looked behind me, I just kept running in the direction of my car, sweet freedom just seconds away...
"And where do you think your going in such a hurry?"
The voice stopped me in my tracks. I was terrified. I wouldn't dare turn around. It was the serial killer, he was still here, and he had found me. I'm dead.
"Already terrified of me? You haven't even seen my face. You don't even know who I am" the voice sneered, his tone dripping with poison. I tried to show as much bravery as I could manage. If I was going to die, I wouldn't die a wimp.
"I don't need to know the face of the man who obviously has nothing better to do than scare teenagers" I muttered

"your not afraid of me? why? I'm not scary enough?" he questioned

This was when I had finally turned around to face him. he was a young man, maybe in his mid 20's. he had short brown hair, shaved into a buzz cut. he was wearing black jeans and a blue parka. he seemed like an ordinary person, if it wasn't for the blood that covered his shirt and face, I would've considered that thought. even though I knew I wasn't going to survive this encounter, I hoped that the more I insulted him, the quicker my death might be. besides, I'm not one for cowering in fear. he smirked when I faced him. two fangs gleamed from his mouth, which made me shudder. I don't know what freak of nature he was, but I wasn't going to let him make me his next victim

"whatever you are, your not enough to make me tremble. I've come across decomposed bodies that are less offensive than you are."

His smirk vanished, and his eyebrows raised, I guess I'm the only one of his victims that actually spoke back to him in something other than fear. this reaction of his helped build my confidence. during his brief moment of weakness, I grabbed the nearest weapon, which, to my disappointment, was just a sharp piece of wood. I threw it with all my strength, where it had punctured the killer's leg. he snapped out of his trance, and screamed. and attempted to take the wood out of his leg. I took my opportunity. I ran, unfortunately, I didn't get far. the crazed killer suddenly moved in front of me at inhumane speed, with a look of pure fury. he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and threw me into a store window, the glass smashing around me as I tumbled through. I attempted to get up, despite the broken glass shards piercing into my skin, I didn't give up fighting for survival. it would've been useless efforts, he was just a breath away from me

"I ought a kill you for that little stunt you pulled, not that I was planning anything different, but your death would've been quick, now make sure it will really hurt" he fumed, getting angrier by the second. oh well, I thought. so much for a quick death.

"but I think it would be more interesting if I were the spectator to your death" he chuckled evilly. I was trying to make sense of what he was saying,, but before i could interpret it, he yanked my sore body upright, so that i could see his eyes

"you see that large glass shard in the corner there?" he asked me, making sure our eyes remain in contact with each other, which i found kind of creepy. I looked in the direction he was pointing, finally noticing the sturdy and, quite sharp glass shard. "you are going to take that glass shard, and stab yourself with it, nice and slowly, and aiming for your heart"

he then broke eye contact with me, and gestured me towards the large shard. I stared at him in disbelief, but too afraid to speak. he wants me to do WHAT NOW? he must be crazy if he thinks I'm going to kill myself with that even possible? how messed up is this guy? I then saw his facial expression. like he was waiting for me to do it. he actually thinks I am going to kill myself. like hell I am. my eyes darted towards the broken window. my car was in sight. it was calling me... I had to get to west Virginia, where I would find my bestie, and most importantly, the police. but in order to do that, I had to get past this sick bastard. I decided to trick him, by pretending to stab myself, but stabbing him instead. I tried to remember 12th grade anatomy. I would need to puncture the lung in a certain way that it wont kill him, but it would slow him down enough for me to escape. After all, I'm no killer, and I would rather this phsyco to rot away in prison than die. following my plan through, I slowly walked towards the glass, my shoes crunching through the smaller pieces of glass. i grabbed it, feeling its sharpness, it actually drew blood. the man cringed, my blood obviously causing some discomfort for him. the irony.

"come on now, stop teasing, and do it already, I'm aching for a taste myself" he purred, amused by my shocked reaction. I walked towards him, until I was only meters away from him, and I plunged the glass into his chest. his eyes widened in shock, but not in pain. as if it was only a twig, he pulled the glass out of his chest, showing no internal damage, in fact, the wound healed

ok, now I am really freaked out

"you little bitch" he murmured darkly, grabbing me "your on vervain, aren't you?" he yelled

It was at that point that he bared his fangs and dug into my neck, causing pain to shoot all through my body. he retreated, pulling back almost as fast as he started. his eyes looked like they were ready to pop out of their sockets "no vervain" he released me, and started to back away "what kind of demon are you?" he cried, actually sounding fearful. before I could answer, another man sped in front of the killer, and threw him against a car. that was when my mysterious saviour started to question him

"your one of Julian's little vampire minions, aren't you?" the man whimpered "stay away from her, you have enough food outside of Mystic Falls, now be gone, before I kill you, and trust me, today is not the day to get on my bad side" the man released the killer, and he walked away. he then turned towards me, and smirked. before my saviour could react, the evil man came running towards me at superhuman speed, lust written all over his was like the world was in slow motion at that point, energy and rage flowed through me, remembering every bad thing this man has ever done. it was like someone was controlling me, telling me what to do, because all I did was raise my hand at him, and focus all my rage toward him, that he stopped, fell to the ground, and started screaming. his hands were clutched to his temples, and he just screamed in pain. I had no idea what I was doing, but if it was causing him pain, I honestly didn't even care. at that very moment, my saviour, taking his moment of advantage, sped towards him, and ripped out his heart, the man stopped moving. he was dead. my killer was dead.

I felt a sudden rush of relief, then I realised my saviour still had the same super speed as my now dead killer. he turned towards me, and that was when I finally took him in. he was quite handsome, and didn't look much older than me. he had brown hair that was styled messily upwards, and wore a v neck shirt and blue jeans. he stared at me as well, probably wondering how i managed to stun that man with my mind.

"your a witch, aren't you?" he asked, I stared at him in disbelief "say what?"I replied, like it was the stupidest thing anyone has ever asked me, well, also a maniac asking if I can kill myself, of course.

he walked towards me, causing me to slowly back away "easy, don't be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you" he said calmly. I listened

"What's Your name?" he asked. I replied with honesty, after all, he did just save my life "Zabrina, what about you?"

He smiled, not an evil smirk, but a warm, caring smile, allowing me to feel safer

"My name is Stefan Salvatore. welcome to Mystic Falls, Zabrina"

What do you think guys? what is Zabrina? A witch? or something else...if you want, you can post some ideas on how to further the story, it would make it easier to write