After much thought and a high request, my Kol/OC fanfic journey begins.

Music

Comptine D'un Autre Ete - Yann Tiersen

Jenna's Funeral - Michael Suby

Skinny Love - Birdy

A young girl sat on a plane, only at the age of eighteen, all alone. It's realistic and many people have probably done it. Except, the reason for being alone was because her family was murdered. But that's what not what the police decided. They only believed it was a robbery gone wrong. Avery Jones refused to believe mediocre thieves were capable of killing her parents and her ten-year-old brother. The lack of satisfaction in the crimes conclusion made it impossible for her to stop thinking about it. The terrifying images came forcing their way back into Avery's mind. She wished they wouldn't. She'd tried so hard to control their repression.

She had been coming home from a night out with friends. As she closed the front door and stepped further into the house, her feet cracked a broken piece of glass. Avery finally turned on the lights to see that it looked like a tornado had flown through her house. The lamp next to the door had been knocked over; the shattered light bulb was what her feet had stepped on. Paintings on the wall up the staircase were all crooked. That was when Avery's heart started racing. Her family hadn't shown themselves yet.

She raced up the stairs, knowing somehow that whatever danger had just lurked at her house was now gone. There was a darkness that had been here but it was no longer there. Her first instinct was to go to her little brother, Jamie's room. A deep breath escaped her throat in relief when she saw it was empty and the items around the room remained untouched. But it only made her more confused at what could have happened. She moved on to her parent's room at the end of the hall. The door was left open so little, only a sliver of light was seen escaping to the hallway. Her parents always left their door wide open if they were awake, never like this. Avery quickly flung open the door, completely unaware of what she was about to see. Her parent's bodies lay dead on their beds, sheets and blankets stained red from their blood. Her brother was lifeless only a few feet away from the door. He still wore his pajamas as his eyes stared at the ceiling.

Nothing can ever prepare someone for the images she saw. It was so disturbing, so unexpected. Avery let out a horrified scream without meaning to. She immediately went into shock. Her feet backed toward the corner of the room until she hit the wall. She slid down it, her legs no longer finding the strength to stand. No matter how hard she tried, Avery couldn't stop looking at their corpses. Even when she was able to look away, the red was seen in the corners of her vision. Minutes, maybe hours, passed. There was no way of knowing. Time had become meaningless to her. All she knew was that cops eventually found her sitting on the floor crying hysterically. Her neighbors must have heard her scream. Ironic there wasn't any sound that could've alerted them while her family was being murdered.

An officer tried to console her, speaking comforts and trying to calm her. His worried voice made Avery aware of how much she had been crying. He helped her up and led her out of the room, muttering something about how she shouldn't have to keep looking. In the end, after countless investigations and detectives, her family was declared murdered by amateur burglars who must have panicked when they realized people were home. The whole thing seemed ridiculous to Avery. There were many types of criminals in the world. But burglar and cold-blooded murderer were too far apart to come to such a conclusion. Avery felt like people were hiding something from her, from anyone who looked into her family's case.

Avery was 18, living through the summer after graduating high school. Now she was an orphan, at least she felt like one. Technically, she was legally allowed to live on her own from now on. But no 18 year old is thinking about doing so at such an age. They are only thinking about going to college and feeling free, but never do they actually have the full responsibilities of an adult. Avery wasn't even close to being able to live on her own. She was mourning her family, starting to realize how truly alone she had become in a single night. The thought of throwing herself into the real world was incomprehensible.

At her family's funeral, she was the only hand to shake as everyone gave their sympathies. Everyone said something along the same lines. Eventually, it all started blending together, becoming meaningless to Avery. She was numb to all the remorse that surrounded her. Toward the end of the line, she noticed her Aunt Meredith lingering behind. She was the only sibling of her mother. The last time Avery saw her aunt was at her second cousin's funeral, not even a year ago. Meredith and her mom's cousin, Logan, had been pronounced dead after skeptical speculation. Avery found it strange how both him and her family had died from such mysterious causes. But the thought was put aside as she took in her aunt'Looking at Meredith was like looking at a younger version of her mother.

Finally, there were only a few people that lingered at the cemetery. Meredith slowly walked over to Avery. She gave her a long hug, it was one of the very few that actually made Avery feel better. Somehow Meredith seemed to be keeping it together. Her only sister was now dead. Two of her close family members had died not even a year apart, both at an uncommonly young age. She was an inspiration to Avery to keep it together.

"So some of us were talking about a living situation for you." Meredith stated quietly. Avery's head shot up to look at her. She hadn't expected any of her extended family to take such an initiative. Meredith smiled at her. "Come on Avery, you didn't honestly think we would throw you out on the street? I thought maybe you would want to come back to Mystic Falls and live with me…" Meredith looked up at her a little hopeful, not knowing what her niece would say. Avery looked over Meredith's shoulder at her family's coffins slowly being lowered into their graves. Her eyes moved back to her aunt. Slowly she nodded her head, taking her offer.

Now Avery was about to land in Virginia. Her new life was about to start. She didn't want such a change, but it was the only thing she could do to move on. Her family was stuck in Maine and she was leaving them behind. After grabbing her things from baggage claim, she went outside to catch a cab. She knew Meredith had work and didn't want to trouble her with asking for a night off just to pick her up from the airport. Avery was perfectly capable of finding her own way home.

The cab driver muttered an unenthusiastic greeting and Avery gave him Meredith's address. She was happy when he didn't try and make small talk. Avery had always been quiet, not shy, just only speaking when it was completely necessary. And since her family's death, she only found the need to speak less and less. As the cab drove through Mystic Falls, she didn't recognize anything. Her mother moved out of her hometown as soon as she finished high school, and rarely returned to her home. She refused to ever bring Avery and her brother here. When she saw her family, it was always when they visited them in Maine. That was why Avery had never been to Mystic Falls until now. When she was younger, she often questioned why her mom hated coming back so much. But she always muttered something about how Avery wasn't missing anything special.

After a half an hour or so, the cab driver pulled up next to a cute and small house. Avery just went ahead and assumed the address was right. She quietly thanked the driver as she handed him money, giving him a decent tip for a teenager. She dragged her bags up the porch to the front door. Meredith had already made her a copy of the key prior to leaving her home in Maine. Just as she put was putting the key into the lock, a chill went up her neck. It was a weird feeling that she'd never had. There was a brush of air; something one would feel if someone quickly walked past closely and without touching. Avery swiftly turned around to see if maybe the cab driver was still in the driveway. But he'd already left and the neighborhood was quiet; so quiet it almost made her uneasy. She shook her head, telling herself she just wasn't comfortable living in such new surroundings yet. But she slammed the door shut, still bolting the lock.

The house was sort of mess. Take-out containers filled the kitchen and living room. But Avery didn't judge. She had never been a good cook and her aunt was probably too exhausted to make her own food after a long shift. And cleaning probably became an annoyance. Avery grabbed her cell phone out of one of her bags. She'd promised Meredith she'd called her as soon as she made it to the house. The phone rang a minute or two without being picked up, leading right to voicemail.

"Hey Meredith…I just got in. You're probably really busy at work so I guess I'll just see you later." Avery sighed as she looked around the room. There was a door left open a little that seemed to be empty. She'd already seen the room that she expected was her aunts, so this one must be hers. Avery carefully got up and walked over to it. It had wooden floors and white walls. The room could not be any plainer. Meredith had clearly cleaned it out, making it ready for Avery's arrival. There was only a bed sitting on silver metal posts and two dressers. She brought in all of her bags, which wasn't much. Most of her things were being shipped in the mail.

The windows we left open to let in the cool, summer, and night air. The sheer drapes would flutter every once in awhile. Avery lay across the bed that was made of all white linen. She didn't feel like turning on any lights. The moonlight filled the room as she stared up at the ceiling. Tears silently ran down her cheeks. This wasn't how her life was supposed to go. Her family was never meant to die like this. They were supposed to live long and happy lives, dying only of old age, not murder. Jamie had only been ten. When his face came into her head, Avery cried even harder. Why did it have to be him instead of her? She asked herself. If her family had to die, she should have died with them. It wasn't fair, none of it was. Eventually, she fell asleep. Her crying had exhausted her body. The tears started to slowly dry on her face as she fell into a wearied slept.

Obviously Kol was not in this chapter. It's an intro ladies and gentleman.