So this was an idea I had floating around in my head, I hope you enjoy! This is a Delena story, I promise it will develop more Delena!

Chapter 1

The first person to die was a woman. She was 32 years old, quite young. No one knew what was wrong. One minute she was shopping with her kids, laughing as they kept bringing chocolate sweeties over to the trolley, hoping she would take pity on them and buy it. The next, she was collapsed on the floor, not breathing. It had been all over the news, America was panicking. There was no evidence to suggest it was a heart attack, brain haemorrhage or anything like that. It was known as 'The Invisible Killer'. Nobody knew how it effected you, nobody knew how to stop it. Suddenly, the Invisible Killer was wiping out the people in America, one by one. And nobody could stop it. The whole world had disconnected America. No-one was allowed over the border in case the disease spread. No country was willing to try and help, they just prayed that the disease hadn't already twisted it's way into their country.

Elena was afraid for her life. She and her mother, Isobel, had watched all of the news reports about the disease. Each day she would pray that a cure would be found. She was 18, she felt she was too young too die.

"Everything's going to be alright sweetheart, but we want you to know we love you."

Each night, her parents would utter those words and each night her heart would thud in her chest. Each night could be the last night that she was alive or her parents would be alive.

"I love you too," she would say, the tears streaming down her face. Her parents would both cry as well, they would lay on her bed with her for an hour, remembering funny stories or just sitting talking. This was going on long before the disease made it's way to Mystic Falls.

Elena shrugged her bag onto her shoulder. Everyone was still going to school, they tried to keep up pretences, pretending everything was normal when someone could drop dead any minute. She checked in to see her mom.

"Hey, sweetheart." Isobel enveloped her daughter in a tight hug. "Have a good day at school. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." Elena didn't want to get teary again that morning, so she flashed a forced smile and headed out the door. She took her bike to school, she wasn't risking going in a car. Ever since people started dying, it would happen in cars as well. There had been many car crashes which killed people that weren't dying yet from the disease. Everyday, Elena feared for her father who travelled far to work. One day, she knew for sure, he wouldn't come home.

Travelling to school was a short journey, there were no cars on the road to make traffic. Hardly anyone came outdoors, not since the first death in Mystic Falls. Elena remembered that day very well. The first one to die there was Tyler Lockwood. He was sitting next to her in History and he just collapsed. Tyler fell onto Elena's lap, who started screaming. The whole day was a blur, one massive horrible blur. Tyler's girlfriend and Elena's best friend was devastated.

"Tyler!" She had cried. "You can't leave me! You promised you would never leave me!"

Nobody could force Caroline away from his lifeless body which was probably how she caught the bug. A week later, Caroline passed away.

Slowly but surely, Elena was losing all her friends. It was now just Elena and Bonnie left of her group and Elena thought she would go mad if Bonnie left her too. IT was something that was just not allowed to happen.

Elena arrived at school 5 minutes early. A year ago, it would have been busy by now, people talking in the corridors, couples making out outside, procrastinators quickly finishing their homework. The memory made Elena smile. Now, looking in the same corridor, there was no movement. A piece of paper fell off the billboard because of the sudden gust of wind that was caused by her opening the door. There was no life at all.

She slowly made her way toward her classroom. One classroom was all that was left. Well, obviously all the classes were still there but there was only enough pupils to fill one room and that was everyone in Freshman year, to Senior year. Elena was a Senior, and one of the only ones left. There were three of them and they basically helped run the class. Pushing open the door to the English classroom they used, Elena was startled to see someone already there. He looked up from the book he was reading.

"Elena."

She sighed. Of all the people in the school left, her rival had to be one of them. Damon Salvatore.

"Damon." She replied. As she moved her way closer, she saw tears down his face. Her mind was streaked with guilt because of her last thought. "What's wrong?" She hurried over and put her arm around him.

"My mom…" he choked out. "This morning…" New sets of tears made their way down his face. Elena held him in her arms and rocked them back and forth. This was the last of Damon's parents to go. She felt awful, both her parents were still alive.

"Oh Damon, I am so sorry." The tears made their way down Elena's face as well. "Look at me." She told him. His icy blue eyes met her large brown ones.

"I'm not going to start a pathetic speech of how sorry I am, we both know that won't work. Instead, I'm going to apologize for the fact that your parents went before mine. I can't possibly imagine right now how it must feel to lose two parents to the same disease. But my guess is that I will probably find out any day now." Damon nodded. He was glad that she didn't start all the pitying crap, he just wanted to be held. He had lost everyone he loved, well actually, he didn't know that for sure. He hadn't heard from his older brother, Stefan. But Damon's guess was that he was probably dead.

"Thank you, Elena."

They sat in silence until some kids started coming in the class. Elena stood at the front for ten minutes, waiting until it seemed like that everyone had arrived. She counted each student. There was 12. Yesterday, there had been 15. They were down by 3.

Elena groaned. She hated informing people of the new deaths.

"Right people. Roll call!" She announced.

"Damon."

"Here," he muttered. He didn't see the need to pretend everything was normal and stay in school. He informed the class of this everyday, and each day they told him the reasons all over again. He would never let them know, but he loved this bit of normality. He was dreading going home to his big empty house that night, he just didn't want to face it.

"Bonnie."

"Here."

"Matt." Matt Donovan was in the year below with his twin sister, Vicky.

"Do we need to do this?" Vicki yelled before breaking down in tears. "He's gone okay? Couldn't you tell that? It's not as if you can forget someone when there are only 15 people alive here!"

Elena stopped the roll call abruptly. She didn't want to focus on who was gone and who wasn't, that's why she done roll call.

Bonnie rushed to console Vicky, but Elena just stood there. She couldn't handle the pressure of being in charge anymore. Suddenly, she felt a large, strong hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay," Damon whispered. "she didn't mean it, she's just upset."

Elena nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt her."

The day was slow, it wasn't like any other day where they managed to laugh at least once. The immense pressure of the situation seemed to rain down on them, stopping anyone from having a good time. Soon, it was time to leave.

"Right everyone. It's time." Everyone stood up and hugged every single person in the room. Once this was over, Elena stood up again.

"I know it's hard but please come every day. I hope to see you again tomorrow." She added on the end. Then everyone got up and left.

Elena sighed and hugged Bonnie one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'm not giving up that easily," Bonnie tried to smile.

"Yeah, I knew you were strong." Bonnie left and Elena started to tidy up the classroom. She was about to turn out the light but noticed that Damon was still in the corner. "What are you still doing here?"

"I don't want to go home." He said it simply as if it was obvious. Elena hadn't thought about what Damon was going to do.

"You could… uh… come back to mine for a while. Only if you want to, though," Elena suggested. It wasn't as if she particularly wanted Damon in her house but she didn't want to leave him alone. His answer surprised her.

"Would that be okay?" Damon asked. Dumbfounded, Elena nodded. She walked her bike home next to Damon.

"Mom, I'm home!" she called out.

"Elena!" Isobel ran and hugged her daughter. "How was school?"

"School was fine, uh, can Damon stay for dinner?" She blurted out. Isobel was quite taken aback. Whenever Elena had talked of Damon, it had always been to moan about him. "Damon beat me in a test." "Damon said I was rubbish at maths." "Damon ripped up my picture." "Damon kicked my sand castle!" Even in kindergarten the two had been rivals. Isobel chuckled. She knew that her daughter secretly fancied this Damon, even though she wouldn't admit it.

"Sure, that's fine! I always make too much for dinner anyway." Damon smiled and entered the house. It had been a while since he had had an actual family dinner. Elena was very lucky.

"Uh, what do you want to do?" she asked.

"Watch TV?" he suggested.

"Okay, let me just run upstairs for a minute." Elena ran upstairs and shut the door in her room. She collapsed to the floor and leant against it. Her heart was banging in her chest, she could barely speak. She was about to die, she could feel it. And then, it all subsided. She stood back up confused. What had just happened? She made her way back downstairs and saw Damon sitting in the living room watching the TV. The feeling stirred again and she had to sit down quickly.

"Everything okay?" he said, turning to her. The way his eyes stared into hers made her feel even more uncomfortable. Panicking, Damon moved to feel her forehead. The physical contact made her feel dizzy. "Oh my god, you're all clammy."

As soon as he drew his hand away, she felt fine. "Sorry, I don't know what that was. Uh, I feel better now I think."

The phone rang and Elena heard Isobel pick it up. "Hello."

"God, Elena, don't scare me like that, you had me really worried."

"Why would you be worried?" Damon opened his mouth to answer when they heard the phone clatter in the kitchen. They rushed through to see Isobel sobbing, holding on to the sink. Elena felt sick. She knew where this conversation was going to go.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Isobel shook her head, she couldn't answer.

Damon picked up the phone. "Who is this?" he demanded. He listened for a few minutes on the other end and his face went white.

"Elena, you're dad has been in an accident." Elena shook her head. No, no, this can't be happening, she thought. Her whole world shattered at the next few words out of his mouth.

"He didn't make it…"

Thank you to everyone who has read this! I hope you did enjoy it! Please leave a comment and tell me whether you think I should continue this or not! :)