A/N - Hello everyone, so as promised, here is the next chapter. If you are American, have a happy Thanksgiving, and if not, I hope you have a great day anyways.
Sorry this chapter is so short, but when I wrote it I just couldn't figure out anything else that I wanted to happen. Anyway, enjoy!
December 19th 1917 (3):
"But Vampires don't exist." The policeman continued, still unable to accept the truth.
Elena shook her head. "I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but they do."
The front door to the bar swung open again. "What do you think you are doing?" said the new arrival.
Elena pulled back from her threatening position over the officer and turned toward the door, crossing her arms. "Who are you?" She said. In the doorway stood a girl, probably about as old as Elena appeared. She had straight blonde hair and a disposition about her that said don't mess with me.
The blond stepped in, glancing at the dead body of the first officer and then around at the rest of the customers, cowering in the corners. "You've turned it all off, haven't you?" she asked, more of a statement then a question.
Elena glared at her. "What do you know about it?"
The blonde seemed to find that funny. "More than you would think, actually. But it doesn't last. I mean, did you really think they wouldn't catch up with you?" she said.
Elena stepped forward. "Look, If you're talking about the police, don't worry. I was going to compel them to leave me alone."
The new girl nodded. "You could do that, but only one person at a time, and that won't be enough. I heard about you and your kills all the way from Florida. This is a problem you can't just compel your way out of."
Elena spread her arms, deciding to play along with whatever this girl wanted for the moment. "So what do you suggest I do?"
"I don't suggest you do anything. I, however, am going to do this." In a flash the blonde zipped up behind Elena and snapped her neck.
There was a collective gasp from the audience and a few murmurs of she killed her and is she one too?
"And to answer your first question," the blonde said to the limp body on the floor, "My name is Lexi Branson, and I am your worst nightmare."