A/N: Ok, so this is my first story of fanfiction and it's a delena story! I really hope you enjoy it, and if you like the story then please review. If you do, I might check out one of your stories too ;) Enjoy!

Chapter one-Echo-by Jason Walker

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough

Dear Diary,

Well, what's there to say? Nothing. Like always in my boring, pathetic life, nothing has happened. Nothing fun, nothing interesting, nothing good, nothing bad…apart from…well…you know what. But ever since it happened, I haven't been the same. Nothing has been the same. I've just been smiling and nodding my way through it, every time someone asks if I'm ok. But I miss them. All of them. I'd give anything to see them again. Anything, but Jer's been taking it a lot more worse than me. He's not himself, and soon enough, he'll be out on the streets, more or less in the state I'm in now. He still takes it as if it all happened yesterday. If anything, I'd do anything for him to see them again.

I closed my beloved diary after reading what I wrote several times. I shook my head and scoffed. Must you always cry when you think of them? The little voice in my head moaned.

"Yes," I replied out loud to the voice. ",yes I do."

Ever since they went, I've been broke for money. Struggling to pay rent, to keep myself from starving, and struggling to help out my poor younger brother. Jeremy. If there was anything more I could do to help him, I'd do it in a heartbeat, but he's so lost without them that he has hardly spoken a word. Another singe tear escaped my eye.

I glanced up on the dirty clock hanging on the cracked wall. Half 11. I exhaled deeply, pulling myself over to the poor excuse of a wardrobe. The apartment I was renting was no bigger than an average sized kitchen. All it contained was a sofa bed, a mini fridge and stove, a couple of cupboards and a wardrobe, and of course, a sink and toilet. The showers were across the hall which I had to share with all the other hookers like me.

I opened the doors of the wardrobe, which let out a creaking sound, and looked through my few amount of clothes. There were boob-tubes, short skirts, stockings, stilettoes and God knows what other whore stuff in here. I pulled out a short leather-look skirt and a burgundy boob-tube which showed a little too much for my liking. I decided to slip on a lacy pair of underwear and stockings in case I got 'lucky' tonight. I plastered thick make-up on and back-combed my hair, making it look as if some kind of birds nest had been created on my head.

"Move it, whore, you're already late!" My owner, Conner, yelled, whacking on the horn.

I slipped on my thigh-high leather stiletto boots on and leather jacket and exited outside.

"I have a name, Conner." I grumbled, as I clambered in to the passenger's seat.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that, bitch, I own you, remember?" He growled, taking a swig of vodka and revving the engine.

"Just beep for Care, and drops us off already!" I raised my voice to a regrettable tone. Before I could apologize, a heaving hand struck across my face, by total surprise.

"How dare you, slut, who said you could even speak anyway?" He whaled. I didn't reply, as I rubbed my sore cheek from where he back handed me. I slowly shrunk away closer to the window. Why do you even do this for a job? Oh yeah, because you 'had no choice'. Pfft, yeah right, I thought you were the innocent and sweet Elena Gilbert, not the 'I get laid every night and have been a hooker since I turned 16' Elena Gilbert. The voice insulted. I shook my head to jumble my thoughts and pressed my head against the cold glass.

"Hey! Sorry I took so long! I didn't know what to not wear." Caroline said very sarcastically. But her point was valid. I mean, she barley wore a thing. Just a lacy bra with chains dangling down and a short mini skirt with plenty of jewellery and make-up. Her golden locks were all twisted in to a pony tail at the back of her head. Oh, how my very best friend pissed Conner off so easily. She wasn't scared of him like I was. Caroline always spoke her mind and stood up for me. She always seemed to have a sparkle in those blue gemmed eyes of hers.

"Whatever, but tonight, I'm expecting at least 75 dollars from each of you, otherwise you'll be getting it." He threatened.

My mouth dropped open, just as Caroline's did.

"Each!?" She exclaimed. "Conner, that's impossible! You know we can't do that!"

"Deal with it, 75, or that's it, Caroline. You better bring back the dough!" Conner ranted, waving his brown skinned finger in her face.

"Like hell I will!" She said, swinging open the door and stepping out. Without even looking back, she walked away casually, strutting like a model.

"Oi! You better come straight back here," his face turned to me, and he grinned. Conner slowly began stroking a single finger up and down my exposed thigh, sending chills through me. I silently gasped uncomfortably, as he moved in closer, close enough so I could smell the alcohol on his breath. ",or Elena gets it." He finished.

I watched Caroline as she froze mid-step and slowly turned back.

Conner came closer, our lips inches apart. Hesitantly, I felt for the door handle, trying to pull away from him as far away as possible. Really? You're that weak and stupid enough to need even be able to find a door handle? The voice taunted. Conner was now more or less sat on top of me, leaning in for a smooch.

"Shut it!" I half whispered at the voice as I yanked on the door handle, causing me and Conner to stumble backwards on to the road. I rose and brushed myself off, running as fast as my heals would let me over to Caroline who embraced me in a tight hug.

"Ohh! Elena! I'm so sorry! I should have helped you! But I panicked!" You cried in to my shoulder.

"Caroline Forbes, you have nothing to apologize for. I took care of myself just fine." I smiled, feeling good about myself.

We linked arms, leaving Conner screaming on the concrete, and attempting to crawl back up again.

"Now what?" I ask, suddenly eager. Caroline sighed deeply.

"Go to the club I guess. Look, I may be able to stick up for us to Conner, but we'll always have to go straight back to him, Elena. It's in the contract." She explained, as my face fell in disappointment.

Caroline had a point. We had too. No matter what we did, Conner always won. And we always lost.

2 in the morning at the club.

Walking alone down a dark alley at two o'clock in the morning probably wasn't the best idea. Actually, walking down a dark alley alone at any time wasn't a good idea. So much for Caroline meeting me at the bus stop to walk back to the apartments together. I loved my best friend to bits, but when she had a bit to drink, she wasn't the most reliable girl in the world. No doubt that some guy was in her knickers right now or maybe even two of them.

I knew exactly where I was going, but getting there was the problem. But I still continued my quest anyway. I found a tight exit out of between the buildings, and found a small park bench. Rubbing my hands together to get warm, I drew my legs up to my chest, as the cold September wind nipped at my skin. I debated whether I should just hail for a taxi and pay him with the money I didn't have, or just find some guy to sleep with got the night. But none of those was an option.

"Oh, this is ridiculous!" I grumbled, storming back through the alley way, not even knowing where to walk to. First, fighting off Conner and probably going to have the shit beaten out of you tomorrow, then Caroline wondering off, now getting lost in a dark alley way in the middle of the night. Now is that what I call a genius or not?

I ignored the voice chattering on in my head, and continued to walk. Suddenly, something painful crashed in to my shins, making me hiss in pain. I squinted in the dark night to make out the object. A head stone. I found it. Mystic Falls cemetery. I took a deep breath as a trailed on forward, keeping my eyes on the place I was headed to. Before I knew it, I was leant down by the two huge headstones. They were beautiful but were beginning to chip on the sides and grow moss, since they were about two years old. All three names were so familiar as I read them though in my head.

In loving memory of

Jenna Sommers, a great friend, a great sister, and great guardian.

R.I.P

In loving memory of

Miranda and Grayson Gilbert, much loved as friends, family and parents

R.I.P

Being the weak and tearful idiot I was, I let tears roll down my cheeks uncontrollably, as I blubbered. God, I hurt all over. Why did it have to be them? Why now? They all had a future in front of them, and now they had to go?

I tenderly stroked each headstone, as if suddenly remembering every memory of each of them.

"Is everything ok there?" I jumped at the sudden sound of a deep voice as I instantly stood up to face him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

I could barely speak. I just attempted my best smile as wiped the tears away, but more still silently sneaked out.

"Did you know them then?" He asked suddenly, pointing to the head stones. I clenched my teeth together, trying not to let my stupid sobs escape. He casually strolled over to the stones behind me.

"Jenna Sommers and Miranda and Grayson Gilbert. Gilbert?" He sounded surprised. The man studied the headstones and traced over the 'Gilbert' engraving. How dare he touch them.

I began to study the man before me. He had dark chestnut hair, similar to mine and dull discoloured eyes, with a shirt so tight, his rippling abs and six-pack poked out of it.

"What's your name?" I choked out finally.

"Ah, so you do speak!" He exclaimed. "And my name's Mason. Mason Lockwood. I assume you must be Elena Gilbert." He smirked almost evilly.

"How do yo-" with in a second, he was in front of me, inches from my face.

"We all know who you are Elena Gilbert. All of our kind do." His kind? Better run, Gilbert. But I ignored the voice.

Like a vulture, he began circling around me, as I stand still on the spot. He took a lock of my almond hair and twisted it in little ringlets.

"You have no idea how long we've been looking for you. You are rare Elena." He mumbled, exhaling in the strand of hair. I gasped as he tugged tighter. Mason suddenly grabbed a fist full of my hair, and through it to one side, exposing my neck. I yelped at the un-expecting pain. "And now I've found you, I can have you." He whispered. Very deeply, I hard a slight growl. I turned my head to see not a man, but a monster holding my in his arms. Black veins formed under his now red eyes and razor sharp canines retracted from his gums.

"No!" I screamed, scrambling out of his grip. "What the fuck are you!?" His hand rose above his head and the impact of his fist hit me, hard enough to knock me to the ground and skid me across the mud, smacking my head on the nearest crumbling head stone, drawing blood instantly. My hand shot to my head, wincing as I felt the warm liquid cover my palm. Mason snatched my bloodied hand and took a deep breath like he did with my hair and grinned sickly.

I couldn't see straight, let alone think straight.

"N-no" I muttered, not being able to form words. Mason roughly snapped my neck to the side again.

"Yes." He whispered, leaning in to me, licking up and down my pulsing vein. The sharp teeth I saw appear grazed across my skin. What? He couldn't be a-

Excruciating pain flooded over my body, as I screeched at the top of my lungs like a fool, but the only response I got was the echo of my cries for help. Blackness covered over like a blanket of darkness. Everything was blurred.

So, what did you guys think? Do you want me to carry on or not? Leave it in the reviews! And just to make thing's clear, Mason isn't a werewolf in my story. ;) But please tell me if I should continue, since it would be nice to get some feedback! Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed! :D