Here is the fist chapter of Deliverance. It's the rewrite of one of my old stories. It will be a little darker than my old story and the plot will be changed slightly. I hope you will enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.

Have fun.

''Talking''

'Thinking'

Flashback, Memory, Dream

Chapter 1

Rose Petals and Bloody Deaths

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Where an Abomination is Born

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouth-piece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

We were born sick
You heard them say it

― Hozier, Take Me to Church

March 14th, 1994

The night wasn't a pleasant one. Dark clouds covered the once blue sky and an unceasing rain was pouring down on earth. Once every few minutes thunder would strike, illuminating the little town known as Mystic Falls in an eerie light. Nature itself seemed angered beyond reason, howling its frustration in form of strong winds. All trees danced in the rhythm of that howling and threatened to fall on every unsuspecting person that neared them.

No one even dared to venture outside in fear of getting harmed by the ranging storm. They preferred to stay inside their homes, lightning candles and hoping for the storm to pass soon.

Not all had that privilege; a family of three, soon to be four, did not have any choice but to face the dangerous storm. After all their newest family member was coming, coming three weeks too early.

After they made sure that they had all of their things, a young man lead his wife and not even two years old daughter to the garage. The normally so beautiful blond woman was doubled over in pain, experiencing the contractions which came with the birthing process. Only her husband's tight grip on her elbow stopped her from falling to her knees. The world around her was a blur and before she knew what was happening, the woman found herself in a car, her car, being driven to the hospital.

She had never experienced something like this before; the whole day seemed like an excerpt of a horror story. A nightmare. When the woman woke up that morning she already knew that she would not enjoy that day. The storm had started before the sun rose, rendering the electricity useless. Her daughter had been restless for the whole time and her husband only came home at noon. Lastly, the contractions started and her water broke.

And now she was on her way to the hospital. The weather seemed to have only gotten worse since they left the safety of their home. The rain pouring so harshly against the windshield that she could hardly see what was in front of them. The lightning bolts so much more ominous than they were through the windows of their living room. And Caroline, her sweet daughter, just wouldn't stop crying.

By a stroke of luck they arrived at the hospital without causing any major accidents. A nurse was already waiting for them at the entrance- Her husband must have called the hospital while driving.- with a wheelchair at hand. The dark haired nurse, the name 'Amanda' was written on her name tag, helped her into it and transported her with great speed to the maternity ward. There a female doctor greeted her and asked questions that she couldn't answer through her pain.

Only vaguely did she notice being changed into one of those ugly hospital robes and laid down into a bed. The woman could remember the sting of an injection and when the haze finally left her mind she was already on the operation table, her husband at her side, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

It was vaguely disturbing to go through such an blackout, but there wasn't much time to worry about it. One of the doctors was moving to the side, he seemed to carry something, no, someone in his arms. But why didn't she hear any crying? Why did her husband have such a pained expression on his face? Her baby just had to be fine, didn't it?

More people gathered around the doctor and the small bundle. They were watching, moving and shouting orders.

If her mind had been clearer, the woman would have been crying in despair. This just couldn't be happening.

She did not register it immediately, her brain still worked slower than it should have. Maybe they gave her some kind of pain killers? But when she finally understood what was happening relief washed over her.

Wailing. A child's wailing. The most beautiful melody that she ever heard. It wasn't as loud as the one of her firstborn daughter. The wailing sounded more like whimpering with rasping breaths in between. But that did not matter because her child was alive.

They announced that it was a girl and brought her over for a second. Only enough for her to catch a glimpse. To witness her daughter opening her eyes, eyes which did not belong to her and neither her husband, for the first time.

The woman would never forget those eyes, eyes of a dark chocolate color that spoke of sin and madness. When she blinked they had already taken her away.

But she never forgot. Those eyes that spoke of madness and held a promise of a chaos that would soon reign.

Present Time

She hadn't planed any of this. Being caught in the game that was Elena Gilbert was just stupid and irritating. But how could she have known that things would end up that way? Getting kidnapped wasn't on her to do list.

And yet she somehow found herself getting knocked out after a party and taken away from her humble little town. Arianna didn't know what was worse; that she would miss her history exam or that she was stuck there with Elena.

What did she do to deserve this? Alright, maybe that was a stupid question. Karma was a bitch after all and she had done a lot of not so nice things in her life. Still, none of them happened that evening. Even if she did plan to insult and start a fight with Elena. Maybe smash her skull against some sharp rock or something. But come on, no one would miss that girl and her absence would certainly prevent a lot of heartbreak for her sister. Her too nice and naive older sister, who somehow always seemed to pay the price for other people's actions.

And that's exactly why she disliked the girl so much. Elena Gilbert had hurt her beloved elder sister too many times. Be it directly or indirectly, it did not matter.

Her gaze snapped to her left as she heard someone groan. Of course it had to be the doppelganger, who else could it be?

The doppelganger opened her eyes and blinked a few times to clear her vision. It took her a few seconds to remember what happened the last time that she was conscious. Arianna saw the exact moment that happened; Elena's eyes widened audibly and searched the room in panic. When they landed on the little sister of one of her friends they widened even more. For a second Arianna thought that her eyes just might fall out of her skull. Had it been any other situation, she would have laughed. But it wasn't, so she choose to stare impassively at the doppelganger.

''Arianna? What happened? Why are you here?'' Elena asked bewildered.

The blonde cocked her head to the side. ''Well, isn't it obvious? Someone decided to kidnap you and I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.''

The dark haired girl shook her head. ''What are y...''

Before she could finish her question the younger girl put her hand on her mouth, effectively stopping Elena from saying anything else. There were other people in the house. Arianna could distinguish a female voice somewhere near the room they were currently occupying. "How are the girls?"

"Still passed out." A male voice replied. At least two kidnappers, most likely supernatural. Great.

"You didn't touch her did you?" It was the woman who asked this question.

"Give me some credit." The male paused. "So you called him?''

Elena stood up from the couch the two girls woke up on and started tiptoeing towards the direction the voices came from. Arianna's eyes widened slightly as she reached out with one hand, trying to stop the girl from doing something stupid. Sadly, that attempt failed and she ended up being forcefully dragged along with the older girl.

"No, I called one of his contacts. Do you know how this works?" The two girls pressed themselves against the wall and peered into the hallway. There they could see a dark and short haired woman talking to her companion.

The man rubbed a hand over his face. "Did you, or did you not get the message to Elijah?"

'Elijah? As in Elijah Mikaelson?', Arianna Forbes thought with slight worry. That day really couldn't get any worse for her.

The blonde forced herself to listen to the conversation and managed to catch an 'And what?' from the male. He sounded nervous and maybe little scared.

"That's it Trevor. He either got it or he didn't. We just have to wait." The dark haired woman sighted.

The man, Trevor, took one step forward and put one of his hands on the woman's shoulder. "It's not to late. We can leave them here, we don't have to go through with this."

Arianna really hated cowards and that man obviously was one. What a pity.

Shaking her head, the woman took a few steps backwards. Her posture slumped and she let a long breath escape her lips. "I'm sick of running."

Trevor raised both of his hands in the air in exasperation. "Oh yeah?! Well running keeps us from dying!"

"Elijah's old school. He accepts our deal, we're free." The human girls would have continued eavesdropping if it hadn't been for Elena stepping on a loose floorboard. It creaked loudly, resonating through the whole building. The female turned around, too fast to be considered human, and scowled at them. "You two! There's nothing around here for miles! If you think you're getting out of this house, you're tragically wrong, understand?"

Elena, who seemed to have lost all sense of self preservation, took a bold step in their direction and raised her chin in defiance. ''Who's Elijah?''

"He's your worst nightmare.'' Arianna snorted at that answer. All of them had no idea.

Rose, that was the female vampires name, passed them and entered the room they had woken up in. She had her back turned in their direction, clearly not interested in any kind of conversation. Unfortunately, Elena did not get that point and decided to ask her another question. ''Why are we here?"

Rose chuckled in amusement. "You keep asking me questions like I'm going to answer them."

What she did next baffled the young blonde girl; Rose started cleaning the room. Arianna wasn't even sure if it was possible to 'clean' a room such as this. It was old and dusty, some places were rotting away.

"Why won't you?" And the award for the most annoying person in the wold goes to Elena. There was nothing the little Forbes wished to do more than too bash Elena Gilbert's head into a brick wall. Walking next to the doppelganger, the blonde muttered loud enough for a human to hear. ''That's another one.''

The dark haired girl looked cautiously at the vampires in front of her. She pursed her lips and asked, "But why me and Arianna?"

Rose whirled around and let out and angry sight. '' You're the doppelganger and she was unfortunate enough to be in the way.''

Unfortunate? Well, that was one way to describe her.

Deciding that she did not want to continue listening to that pointless conversation, Arianna walked towards the couch and sat down. It was there that she noticed that she was still wearing the dress from the masquerade and that she had somehow lost her shoes. Her feet looked gross, dirty from all the dust and dirt lingering on the building's floor.

She really was fucked up.

First she got kidnapped by a bunch of vampires. The blonde was dirty, hungry and just tired. And as if all that wasn't enough she would soon be meeting the equivalent of her supernatural brother in law.

Yep, you've read right. The equivalent of her supernatural brother in law. Not that she was married or anything. For gods sake, she was only sixteen. But that did not change the fact that since she was a small child she could see Elijah's and his family's past in her dreams as long as she did not have a rendez-vous with his not so dead brother.

As far as normal goes, Arianna was sure that none of this was normal. However she could not dwell on her mystical connection with a thousand years old vampire any longer because the doppelganger sat down on the couch and regarded her expectantly.

''What?'' The blonde snapped at the older girl.

''Aren't you at least a little worried?'' Elena just kept asking questions. Was it some kind of hobby?

Arianna couldn't stop the sarcastic answer that escaped her lips. ''About us getting kidnapped by a bunch of vampires and soon most likely being sold to some kind of ancient vampire who will kill us?'' She paused dramatically. ''Of course not. I'm just dandy.''

Elena stared at her with an shocked expression. ''You know about vampires?''

''You weren't actually very subtle while talking to our kidnappers.'' The young girl laughed humorlessly.

It looked as if the Gilbert wanted to say something, but she stopped when both girls heard a loud crunch. Elena raised one of her legs a little and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from under it.

Slowly a smile crawled onto her face. She passed the now opened piece of paper to the younger girl.

'Stefan and Damon are coming for both of you. -B' Was written on it. Arianna couldn't help but think that now she truly was doomed. How could two young vampires save them both from an Original and his entourage. The answer was easy; they couldn't.

'And not only are they too weak to save us but also too late.', the blonde thought as a panicked Trevor entered the room.

''He's here!'' Trevor screamed as a car parked outside. ''This was a mistake.''

''Now, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me.'' Rose came into the room and tried to calm him down.

''No!'' The male vampire yelled.''He wants me dead Rose!''

"He wants her more.'' She tried again. Arianna wished she had some popcorn because this was pure entertainment for her.

Trevor shook his head and backed up few steps. ''I can't do this. You give her to him, he will let you leave but I need to get out of here.''

Rose grabbed his hands with a stern expression on her face. ''Hey! What are we?''

The man gave the woman an intense look and sighted in defeat. ''We're family, forever.''

''You're scared.'' Elena, the annoying little strumpet, decided to butt in on the beautiful moment.

No one payed her any attention as Rose left the room to greet their visitor. ''Stay here with her and don't make a sound.''

It was at that moment that Arianna decided to 'hide'. Maybe if she was inconspicuous enough they forget about her?

The young girl could not contemplate this any longer because she was interrupted by the arrival of a familiar looking man. Her eyes took him in but she did not dare to meet his gaze. Staying behind the couch, she tried to make herself even smaller than she already was without looking like an complete idiot.

Luckily, the elder vampire was only interested in Elena Gilbert. He did not spare her a glance as he vanished and reappeared in front of the doppelganger. Elijah leaned down and sniffed her neck. And wasn't that creepy? ''Human. It's impossible.'' The man muttered after a couple of seconds, ''Hello there.''

Totally creepy.

Elijah took a step away from the doppelganger and looked around the room. When his gaze fell upon Arianna he froze for a moment. ''And who might this be?''

Rose stepped forward with a nervous look in her eyes. ''That's no one. She just happened to be there when we took the doppelganger.''

The Original ignored her completely and appeared in front of the young girl in the blink of an eye. ''Who are you?''

Arianna did not say anything, her gaze never leaving the floor. ''You would do well to answer me, child.''

The girl gave no reaction, so Elijah decided to take the matters into his own hands. He grabbed her head and made the girl look into his eyes. All his plans disappeared and he froze for second time that day. Those eyes, he knew those eyes. Those eyes that spoke of madness and sin. His brother's eyes.

Elijah knew that he was loosing his composure, but couldn't help it. ''You have his eyes.''

The girl did not look away. ''Yes I have. And I'm sure he wouldn't be happy with you for manhandling me like this.''

As if burned the man ripped his hand away from the girl's face and took a step backwards. He turned around and looked at the doppelganger. ''We have a long journey ahead of us. We should be going.''Elijah told her. Then he turned to Rose. ''I will be taking the other one with me as well.''

Great. The day couldn't get any worse for her.

Elena decided that the right time to beg had come. ''Please, don't let him take me.'' The doppelganger pleaded. Rose looked down. Arianna was sure she was feeling guilty.

''One last piece of business and we're done.'' Elijah started to walk towards Trevor. The blonde girl couldn't help the grin that was slowly stretching across her face. She had never seen anyone die before in real life, only memories of carnage.

''I've waited so long for this day, Elijah. I'm truly, very sorry.'' Trevor stuttered.

Elijah shook his head in disappointment. '' Oh no, your apologies are not necessary .''

''Yes, yes they are. You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you.'' The younger vampire was digging his own grave.

''Oh yes you are the guilty one and Rose helped you because she was loyal to you and that now I honor. Where was your loyalty?'' Elijah questioned.

''I beg your forgiveness.'' Arianna's grin widened so much that it hurt.

''So granted.''Trevor smiled at that. The blonde knew it wasn't the end. With one swift move the Original ripped Trevor's head off. Blood spurted from his decapitated body and stained the dusty floor. Rose cried out and Elena looked shocked. Arianna just continued watching, a strange pleasure filling her body. Oh, she enjoyed this. Death was something beautiful.

Unnoticed by Arianna, Elijah was watching her reaction. And for a second instead of her, he saw a young man with the same expression on his face. The same darkness in his eyes. He had no doubt about who she was; his brother's mate.

Somewhere, in a plane between life and death, a young man held a little girl in his arms. She was smaller than any child he had ever seen. So delicate, so breakable.

He rocked her in his arms and whistled a tune long forgotten. A tune which always made him remember his mother and how much he hated that woman.

As the last sun rays hid behind the horizon and the flowers in the meadow that they occupied bled red, the little girl finally awoke.

Identical eyes met. A promise of madness was exchanged.

The man smirked and continued to whistle the tune.