The room is bathed in soft morning light. Elena's cozy home office has bookshelves lining the walls, filled with well-loved novels and dog-eared pages. The desk, cluttered with pens, notebooks, and a steaming cup of coffee, sits by the window.
Elena Gilbert a woman in her late 20s with tousled hair and glasses perched on her nose, settles into her chair. She's wearing a faded Yosemite sweatshirt and jeans. She glances out the window, where the world beyond beckons—a canvas of possibility. The cursor blinks on her computer screen, waiting for her next move.
She takes a deep breath; fingers poised over the keyboard and begins to type.
This is the story behind the most incredible series of murders to ever occur in the city of Seattle, Washington. You never read about them in your local newspapers or heard about them on your local radio or television station.
Why?
Because the facts were watered down, torn apart, and reassembled... in a word, falsified.
Saturday, April 1st, at approximately 2:45 A.M.
Rose is one of three belly dancers at Diamond Jacks, a well-known bar in the Pioneer Square area. She finishes her shift and is on her way to St. James Street to pick up the 3. A.M. bus that will take her to her small apartment in the Shoreline Park area.
Anxious to get home, she plans to take a shower and go right to bed.
Rain drizzles down, painting the cobblestone alley in shimmering reflections. The air is thick with tension. Rose clutches her coat tightly around her. Her footsteps echo, the only sound in the otherwise silent night.
"Stay calm, Rose. Just a few more blocks, and you'll be at the bus stop."
She glances over her shoulder, heart pounding. The dim streetlights cast elongated shadows on the walls, distorting reality. Was that a figure lurking behind her? Or just her imagination?
"It's nothing—just your nerves playing tricks," Rose's voice trembles.
But the footsteps persist—soft, deliberate. Rose quickens her pace, her heels clicking against the wet pavement.
The alley narrows, and the walls seem to close in she races out of it, nearly running into a car whose driver slams the brakes.
"Please, can't you take me? I only wanna go to Shoreline Park," she asks the driver.
He shakes his head and drives away.
Rose's eyes dart left and right.
The footsteps draw closer
"Who are you? Why won't you leave me alone?" she calls out as she picks up her pace.
The rain intensifies, plastering her hair to her forehead. She spots a rusty fire escape ladder on the adjacent building. Desperation fuels her.
She lunges for the ladder, fingers slipping on the wet rungs. Her heart races as she ascends, each step a battle against fear.
Halfway up, Rose glances down. There, in the murky shadows, stands a man—a silhouette with piercing eyes.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
He doesn't respond, only watches her with an eerie calmness.
Rose's breaths come in ragged gasps.
Finally, she reaches the rooftop, rain-soaked and trembling. She crouches behind a water tank, peering over the edge.
The man is still there, gazing up at her. His face is hidden beneath a hood.
"Why? Why are you following me?" she cries aloud, anxiously.
His lips curve into a chilling smile, and he is on top of her.
Rose never makes it home.
Hello, everyone. I hope you like the new story. Reviews are love :D It starts like "Someone Knows Something" but it is a different story and different dynamics between Damon and Elena.
Huge thanks to Eva. Love you, sister.
Cover image found on Pinterest. Credit to its creator.
Take care and have a wonderful day.