This is just a short prolouge, so please, if you plan on criticizing, make it constructive. Why I chose Kol and Klaus as character 1 and 2 is because this story will revolve a lot around the Originals. And also, because both of them are going to get an interest in her. Oh, and Nadya is potrayed by the beautiful Russian model, Alena Shishkova (the image).

Music:

Linkin Park - Numb (Dubstep Remix)

''Bud'te ostorozhny.''

''Da, ya obeshchayu,'' Nadya smiled weakly at her father's sad yet disappointed face expression and started walking towards the gate.

She didn't exactly want to move to America to live with her cousin, but she didn't have that much of a choice. So, she couldn't really do much else than to hold her head high, and accept her fate. After all, she had brought it up on herself. Her wild party life in Moscow eventually became too much for her father. Apparently, the whole city knew about her and her friends' crazy partying and her father was highly embarrassed by the fact.

So he decided that it would be good for everyone if she moved to America to live with her cousin. To get a fresh new start. To behave.

Nadya's cousin Irina, was Russian as well. But only partly. She had been born in Florida, but raised in Saint Petersburg by her Russian mother and American father. When she turned 25, she moved to America. But this time to a small town named Mystic Falls. Nadya hadn't heard much about it at all, other than it being a nice, historic place where hardly any crimes occurred.

Nadya snorted, shaking her head in irritation as she sat down inside of the airplane. She knew exactly why her father had wanted her to go live with her cousin. She doubted that there would be any parties or anything exciting what so ever taking place in that tiny town, and that was exactly what her father wanted, of course.

He wanted her to bring order to her life again, to turn into that sweet, innocent girl that she once were. But that was a long time ago, she'd simply grown up and sometime her father had to accept that. She wasn't some kind of angel, and she never would be, whatever her father thought about the fact.

The wild partying started just when Nadya's mother passed away in cancer. She had cried alone in her room for 5 hours after her father told her, never wanting anyone to see her vulnerable. She didn't even cry at the funeral. Matter of fact, she hadn't cried once since that afternoon in the middle of May 9 months ago. Everyone close to her were completely sure that her wild partying was a reaction to it all, but Nadya refused to believe anything that they said. She didn't want to be seen as weak.

Sighing loudly, she shook away the thoughts and leaned her head on the little window, removing some of her blonde hair from her face. Mystic Falls. She sighed once again in frustration. Nothing exciting, nothing crazy. That was the thoughts that floated around in her mind as she closed her eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep.

But she had no idea how wrong she was.

Bud'te ostorozhny means be careful.

Da, ya obeshchayu means yes, I promise.