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Damon's POV

"Please tell me you speak English," a feminine voice came from my right. I smirked at the woman who had just sat next to me at the bar. She was about 5'5" with pale skin and freckles covering her nose. Her blue dress complimented her eyes. And let's not forget about the curves and brunette short hair. I had a thing for brunettes.

"Je n'ai aucune idée de ce dont vous parlez," (I have no idea what you're talking about) I responded making a puzzled face at her. She sighed. I had been traveling Europe for about ten years. France was a pit stop for a while before continuing to Germany. I hated the country. Never knew why. She snapping her fingers at the bartender to bring her a drink.

"Whiskey on the rocks," she told him.

"Bad day?" I asked her. She turned looking almost baffled.

"Wh.. you do speak English!" She let out a small laugh blushing.

"Damon," I introduced myself raising my glass. I glanced at her neck hearing her heart pump blood throughout her body. I felt the hunger.

"Emma," she replied with a small smile.

"Wanna get out of here, Emma?" I sighed already bored.

"Wh.. I just-"

"Follow me," I compelled her cutting her off.

Setting her drink down, she followed me to the back door.

"Where are we going?" She asked. I rolled my eyes before turning to face her.

"Right here," I smiled shutting the door behind her. "See that dumpster?" I asked. She looked and nodded taking a step back. Uneasiness settled in those blue eyes. "That's where I'll put you after I'm done killing you," I shrugged.

Fear sprung in those pretty eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" She began to cry.

"I'm hungry my dear," I shrugged as I could feel my skin heat with blood lust. She screamed after seeing my eyes redden and the veins popping under them. I flashed my fangs at Emma, lunging for her neck when all of a sudden I saw darkness. Then nothing.

••••••

The irritable, fluorescent light and smell of blood woke me. Only it wasn't the kind of blood I needed. It was my own. My eyes opened ever so slightly letting some light in.

"Fuck," I cursed attempting to sit up, only to fall back down on my pillow. Pillow? I had just been in the alleyway about to have dinner. I heard people outside rambling about the man in room 305. I heard someone scream 'I need a crash cart in here!' Was I in a hospital?

"Damon I'm so glad you're awake you gave me quite a scare," a semi-familiar voice said to the left of me. Squinting in that direction, I realized it was my dinner talking back to me.

"The fuck happened?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Well out of nowhere you fainted. Gave me quite a scare- you know what? I can't fake it anymore. I snapped your neck, dick," she crossed her arms. "You wanted to feed on me and dump my body in a dumpster. Human life means that little to you?" She asked.

"Means nothing to me," I replied. "Vampire?" I asked trying to sit up. Emma pushed me back down making me grunt in pain.

"Careful my dear, you're getting your blood drawn." She sneered. I looked to my left and then my right. Four bags of my own blood and a clear liquid hung on the IV stand as the other one was taking some more.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked reaching for the needle in my arm takin my blood. Emma swatted at it.

"Careful or I'll have to snap your neck again and leave you without my reasoning of doing this. You wouldn't want to be left without an explanation or a lead would you?" Emma crossed her arms. "You're also on vervain," she pointed at the other arm as a clear fluid went in. I felt the sudden sting in my arm. I could feel it coursing through my veins like Carolina Reaper pepper juice was slowly being pumped through my body.

"I'll fucking kill you, you bitch," I mustered breathing heavily. I hadn't felt this weak since I was human.

"Anyway, on with my story. So, I'm a messenger from your creator," she smiled. I broke out in a cold sweat. "Niklaus sends his regards by the way. He ordered me to kill you," she smirked before grabbing me by the throat.

She was strong. Probably a hundred years older than I currently was.

"You've been going off the edge, Damon. Two hundred years with your humanity off isn't good for the soul. You're weak-minded my friend," she chuckled darkly. "Do you know what happens to those with their humanity off that long? They become sloppy. They become rippers. Do you want to turn out like your brother? Incapable of feeding on humans? Niklaus and the council have ordered him to never touch another drop of human blood, or they will kill him. He's resorted to animal blood. How would you like that, Damon? Always having to go hunting for rabbits or squirrels just to survive?" She shoved my throat harder into the pillow.

"Kill me," I stated plainly. "I'm not afraid to die, do it!"

"That's the problem, Damon! You don't have your emotions on which means you're incapable of fear," Emma sighed. "Niklaus was so pissed he wasn't willing to offer the same price as your brother. It was too risky, so he ordered me to kill you. That was until your brother showed up," raising an eyebrow, she sat on the edge of the hospital bed. "He offered another route than killing you."

"Ah, so Saint Stefan put his hero hair on and saved the day," I mustered a snarky comment.

"He offered this," she pointed to the blood bags and the vervain coursing through my system. "He told me I should take all of your blood and begin turning people. He told me to turn people until I've reached one hundred. Once I reach one hundred people... well, you know what happens next don't you Damon? One hundred souls your blood has damned creates a massive amount of darkness. There's only one solution." She patted my kneecap through the hospital sheets.

I was beyond angry. She was going to split my soul. One soul couldn't handle that much darkness. She was going to try to give my life purpose again by forcing the purity of my soul to be reborn into a living breathing baby. I had heard vampires hadn't been able to leave their other soul's side. Some sappy love bullshit or something. I was a bachelor for life, and nothing could change that.

"No!" I yelled. "You can't force this onto me," I tried to sit up again. Emma shoved my chest down once more, breaking a few ribs in the process. I screamed out in pain as I could feel one of my ribs poking at my lung.

"Niklaus is not a second-chance man... but he has given you one, Mr Salvatore. Appreciate it, and behave, or I'll snap your neck, and next time you wake up it'll be at the feet of your creator," Emma grabbed my neck and I went into darkness once more.

*hey guys I hope you liked the prologue. I thought this would be a little different kind of a story. I thought of it last night and was super excited so please let me know what you think! Comment and/or like if you want to continue reading this! Thank you guys! -Syd*

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