Prolog

I became death; I could still smell it on me now. It had the slight stench of decay, my open wounds and the feeling of lying in your own pool of blood. This was what I became, the omen, an image of what happened. Of what was to come. Then I sat up, gasping for breath, for life. But I was death, and life didn't soon follow. There was blood, an ungodly amount shoved down my throat, by a man who bathed in death. It was evident, or at least to me it was I could sense it in him and in his companions. Now I had to ask myself one more question, one more mused out thought. How?

"Come here love, are you alright?" A man, but not the man that feed me blood. He was a different man, standing behind him staring at me with an intent look, curious not caring spoke. Soon after, I passed out.

This was not death, but this wasn't a life either. What the hell was I? When I awoke, I was laid out on a beautiful embroidered couch. My torn and bloodied velvet green dress had been changed into a more casual soft blue dress. The sleeves of its fabric reached just past my elbow. It's sheer softness of the fabric amazed me, the last time I had felt something this soft was years ago when my family was still wealthy.

Famine and the plague had torn my family apart, it scattered my father's wealth across the countryside in mockery as he tried to save us. I was the only one who remained living, and was sent away to a new world. Perhaps that is way I became death, or perhaps it was the people sitting around the room watching for my reaction.

"So she decided to awake." A man with darken hair and cold detached eyes ask. I nod my head in response, uncertain of what to say.

"Kol, be nice. She had gone through a trauma." That voice belongs to a woman, a beautiful woman who stood behind the couch I was laid on staring down at me. Her blonde hair was braided beautifully, her clothes were stunning. She was the picture of radiant.

A trauma. The circumstances of my demise, I had to be dead. There wasn't a possible reason for me not to be. "Has our little mouse decided not to speak?" That tone, I was reminded of the curious voice from before I passed out. Turning my head in the direction of his voice, I saw him standing elegantly against the wall watching this whole thing with a slightly bored expression. How could I answer his question, the plague had taken my voice in payment for my survival. Finally I pointed to my throat, then gone motion.

"It would seem that she hasn't a voice." He teased, and my face became a dark shade of red. Another man appeared before me, I hadn't a clue to where he came from but he was surely handsome. They all were.

"When you were attacked did they crush you vocal cords so you could scream out?" He questioned, his voice was deep. A caring tone lingered there. I shook my head no, how would I describe the plague and what it did to my voice. But then I felt something, it felt like movement, a pulse, I could feel my vocal cords and then I coughed. Blood splattered across my hand, but it was lined with white infectious puss. The man before me handed me a small towel that was halfway covered in blood from the floor.

I wiped my hand off before opening my mouth, seeing if perhaps a miracle had happened. "Th..a..n..k…Yo..u.." My voice sounded gangly, it was as if I had swallowed rocks then tried to speak. The woman had produced a glass of water for me and I accepted it with a thankful expression before trying at more words.

"No..t.. th..e…men.. I…lo..s..t my…vo..ic..e dur..ing.. pla..gue.. "My throat burned with each word, but for some reason it did not seem as if it was the speaking that did this.

"You lost your voice during the plague?" The woman questioned with brow raised. I nodded my head at her, taking another sip of the water. But the burning did not subside.

"I was a little girl; it was the price for my life. Or at least that was what my mother said before she died." My voice was rough when I spoke now; it was the softer tone that I use to know and had associated with myself. The room stopped, that's when I could hear it, the sound of a beating heart, I could smell blood running through someone's veins.

My throat burned as I turned my glaze towards that loud, delicious noise. That is when I saw my reflection in a mirror; my face was contorted in a demonic sense, eyes blackened with veins pulsing out from my skin and sharpened teeth. Before I could have realized what I was doing, I was standing in front of a dark skinned maid. This was the moment that I realized what I had become. I tore my teeth into her jugular, her blood filled in my mouth easing the burning of my throat. In that instant, I knew what it meant to feel alive. The others just watched, the young man Kol seemed amused. He soon joined me in my meal.

"I like you little mouse." He spoke, before biting down into the maid's wrist. When we finished the woman dropped to the ground in a bloody dead heap.

"Well that was thrilling." He spoke before sauntering off back to his chair. The man who leaned against the door was smirking.

He was pleased with himself, as if this was his whole plan all along. That's when my conscious broke forth and I fully realized what I just had done. "I killed her." I whimpered out looked shocked by my own actions.

"Yes love you did, but don't worry she deserved it." The blond man spoke, his tone smug. I looked over at the blonde woman, and she had a soft playing smile across her features. My gaze lingered over towards the other man, his expression would haunt me for the rest of my life.

That was the first time I met them, the first vampires. As I became death, they became my family and I would protect them with all of my undead life. At least for that time.

XOXOX

So I'm giving it my shot at writing a Vampire Diaries fic. I have a few other ideas already written out, but I'm still tweaking with them. So this will have to do. This should be the only chapter written in first person POV, since I am not as found of that kind of writing style as I am of Third person. In any case please tell me what you think. I hope to here form you guys.

Sincerely,

La'Rae