A/N: I've removed Daughter of Death. I felt really passionate about it when I started but not anymore and if I can't feel passionate I either won't write or it'll be crap so I scrapped it. Perhaps later on I'll return it. In the meantime, this is either an Elena/Elijah fic or Elena/Klaus. Hope you enjoy it. It starts the night her parents die, when she's waiting at the party for them to pick her up.

I waited, bobbing up and down on the balls of my feet. It was cold, my breath fogged in the air, the wind stirred my long brown hair gently and goose bumps rose along my bare skin. I wished I'd worn thicker clothes but then again I hadn't expected to be hanging around in an empty road in the middle of the night. Besides, it was summer and that normally meant I would have been okay in what I was wearing. I sighed and leaned against a tree. The faint sounds of the party could be heard drifting towards me. I should be there with my friends, dancing and laughing as we celebrated the summer break that was now drawing to a close. But Matt and I had had a fight and I really didn't feel like staying any longer with him giving me hurt puppy dog looks from across the clearing. Even when i wasn't looking around, my eyes seemed drawn to him. I wished I'd just stayed at home and had family night with my mom, dad and Jeremy like I was supposed to but no; of course, i had to insist on coming out to see my friends instead of staying home. Stupid me. I kicked the dirt and leant against a tree, waiting for my dad's car to come round the corner. I looked up at the sky, seeing the stars in the clear night shining down on me. Beautiful, magical in a way. I smiled slightly and thought about walking down to the bridge to wait.

A loud noise snatched me from my revelry, indistinct due to my lack of focus at the time. I looked in the direction it had come from, wondering what it was. I took an unconscious step towards it, curiosity brimming inside me. Then it happened again. This time it was clear and undeniable. A scream. Coming from the party. I felt my breathing hitch. My mind quickly sort for a rational explanation. A prank. Water bombs. Tyler did that kind of stuff every year. It had to be. Something like that.

Then came another scream, and another. More and more filling the air until it was a loud chorus of wild, panicked scream. There was no mistaking the fear in the shrill sounds for high school frivolity. I tried to move but I felt rooted to the spot, my legs unwilling to obey me. The sounds grew louder, I took a deep breath, forcing myself to return control to my body, and then I turned and began to run, away from the screams. I clamped my hands over my ears, wanting to block out the sound.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" shrieked a familiar voice. My friend, Caroline. I stopped. I couldn't abandon my friends. I had to try and help them somehow. I pulled my phone from my bag and checked. No signal. Damn it! Well calling the police was out and I was too far from town to run there for help. I bit my lip and tentatively snuck into the trees and headed back towards the party. The screams faded to silence as I neared the clearing. I could hear the crackling of the bonfire and quiet voices. I peered through the trees, terrified at what I'd see but unable not to look.

I nearly screamed at the sight. Bodies were strewn over the ground. My friends lay; bodies limp like ragdolls, on the grass. Caroline; her white dress stained with blood, her eyes wide and glassy. Matt; body spread-eagled unnaturally in a way that showed his bones were clearly broken. I looked for Bonnie, not wanting to but needing to. I scanned the area and saw no sign of her. There were two men near the campfire, both had their backs to me. One was crouched down. They were both dressed in black, one had messy blonde hair and the other had neat brown hair. The dark haired man let out a joyous roar and there was a sickening crunch as bone snapped and tore. A severed arm was tossed casually across the clearing and the man laughed. The crouching blonde shifted positions to avoid the flying limb and I saw a small dark girl, limp in the blonde man's arms. Bonnie, hair tangled and dress torn and stained from where she'd tried to flee. I inhaled sharply and took a stumbling step backwards. The blonde haired man's head shot up, face turning in my direction. And what a face! His eyes were red, the whites completely overwhelmed by horrifying crimson. Dark veins spread like creepers underneath. His mouth was open in an animalistic sneer, perfect white teeth with fangs protruding. I clasped a hand to my mouth to keep myself from crying out and pulled myself behind the thick tree trunk as his menacing eyes searched the clearing.

"Over there." Said a cultured British voice which surprised me considering the savagery of the man I'd seen. I strained my ears for sounds of footsteps approaching but heard nothing. I hoped they'd gone or at least returned to what they were doing, giving me the opportunity to flee. Tentatively, I peered round the trunk. My eyes immediately found a black suited chest. I looked up to see the handsome face of the dark haired man. His face was normal but the smile he gave me sent chills down my spine.

"Well, well... Pozdravi skŭpa Katerina" He lightly stroked my cheek, his thumb rubbing against my soft skin. His voice was warm, rich and inviting, like chocolate and the unfamiliar language flowed from his tongue, honey to my ears. Looking up at him, there was something like recognition in his eyes that confused me. It was a look of warmth and pain as if encountering a long lost lover. It was so strong and intense, it burned through me and held me to the spot, unable to move or even breathe properly. I took a deep breath, and then ran for it, fleeing through the trees. I heard laughter echoing through the trees, loud but quietened by the constant beating of my heart in my ears. I ran, heading for the road. If I got there, I was safe. I could get away; get help...even though a small part of me told me no one could help me.

The trees began to thin out and I knew I was near the road. I sighed in relief. Then I heard them. Those sinister voices. The men, they were close to me. But I realised, they weren't coming from behind me...they were coming from the road, in front of me. I skidded to a stop, sliding on the loose dirt and falling to the floor. I lay there, trying to still my frantic heart. I sat up slowly, scared they would find me.

"She's close, I can hear her pretty little heartbeat." said the blonde, British man, chuckling slightly.

"It does appeal, doesn't it?" said the dark haired man. He paused then spoke again. "How is this possible Niklaus? The bloodline ended with Katerina. We know that for a fact"

"Clearly, the facts are wrong."

"That's impossible...surely we would have known..."

"Apparently not." I shook my head, not allowing myself to listen to their confusing conversation anymore. I had to find another way out. I racked my brains, thinking of an alternative. No way out through the road. No phone...no signal...but I'd had signal when I'd been by the bonfire, I knew that because I'd called my parents to come pick me up.

Silently, I began to retreat to the clearing again. I didn't want to see that horror again, see my friends like that but I knew this was my only remaining option. I trod carefully, making sure not to disturb leaves or twig and call attention to myself, but briskly, in fear that the men would suddenly loom out of the shadows and slaughter me as they'd done with my friends. I wasn't sure how they'd managed to get ahead of me but that, added with the man's monstrous face and his comments about hearing my heartbeat confirmed the idea that there was something unnatural going on around here. Even with my precautions, I still tripped twice and skinned my knee, but it didn't draw blood. I continued on. My hopes were pinned on this location and i could just pray that I wasn't walking into a disaster.

I reached the clearing once again. The bonfire had sunk down to glowing embers. I bit my lip and screwed up my eyes for a moment to stop myself from crying, then took a step into the clearing.

"Elena..." whispered a faint voice. I jumped, spinning around, terrified, but saw no one. "Elena..." murmured the voice again. I followed the sound and recognized the source. Bonnie! She was still alive! I ran to her side immediately and crouched beside her. There was a nasty gaping wound on her neck, bleeding heavily.

"Oh god Bonnie" I took her hand, subtly checking her pulse. It was faint. "Hold on Bonnie, I'm going to get help, okay? Just hold on." I pulled my phone from my pocket and nearly let out a shout of joy when I saw the little flashing bars of signal. I dialled 911.

"911 what is your emergency?"

"I'm Elena Gilbert; I'm in the woods near the falls. There's...they're all dead and bleeding! Please help! There are men...two men...they killed them!" I could hardly manage a coherent sentence I was so scared. The woman on the other end began to speak but my phone was ripped from my hand. I looked up and saw the two men smirking at me. The blonde had my phone which he crushed with his bare hand. I got to my feet and took a step back. The dark haired man grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him.

"Hello love" said the blonde "Where do you think you're going?"

"I...I...I..." his smile grew, fangs sliding from his gums and his eyes darkening to red once more. I'd thought it was scary before but it was even worse up close. "What are you?" I whispered.

"A vampire...and with your help...much more" he smiled, stepping closer to me. I squirmed, trying to get away from the dark haired man but he held me tight, skimming his nose against the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. I trembled. He pressed his teeth lightly against my pulse point, tugging lightly at the skin.

"Mmm..." he ran his tongue over the spot "she tastes delicious Niklaus"

"Yes. Delicious. And all ours"

"Can we sample now?"

"Yes Elijah. Just a little taste" The blonde, Niklaus, took another step closer and took my wrist, lifting it to his mouth. The other, Elijah, licked and sucked lightly at my throat. I felt fangs beginning to sprout and then there was a sharp sudden burst of pain as he sank them through my skin like a knife through butter. Niklaus kissed the inside of my wrist lightly and then mimicked his companion, cutting into my skin with his teeth. I screamed, trying to get free from the man's vicelike grip but it was like iron around me.

As they drank deeply, my body slowly went limp. My vision blurred around the edges and faded into darkness. I succumbed willingly, wanting a relief from the terror and the pain that had possessed the past minutes. Hard to believe how little time had passed with so much happening. Part of my mind was wondering what would happen to me, but most of it didn't care. I could die. I just wanted this to be over...I wanted to let go.

The pain faded and i slipped into unconsciousness and nightmares haunted by men with fangs and monsters and blood, dripping scarlet blood.

A/N: What Elijah said was Bulgarian in case people wondered. I don't speak it, I used Google translate. The translation is 'hello my dear Katerina' and the version I put up there is the phonetical version rather than the actual written version.