Sanguis vita est

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Summary :

Niklaus Mikaelson, one of the patriarchs of the vampire race, takes Caroline to be his blood servant. She is just a means to an end, an instrument of revenge. She will serve him with her body and her blood until there is no breath inside of her left. But as the war between humans and vampires rages he never expected that a girl could bring such light into his darkness. Dark story.

Please read the warnings first.

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Warnings: This story contains mature adult descriptions. Strictly M rated. It is going to be a very dark story with violence, gore, abuse, rape, slave/master and non consensual themes.

Please heed the warnings!

*This story will contain multiple abusive themes and relationships based on that. Eventually it will be a "love" story but Stockholm syndrome will also be addressed. Caroline is a victim (not as a character but as a woman who is subjected to an abusive horror) and Klaus is an abuser and a psychotic personality in this story and those facts are not going to be sugarcoated or ignored. All the above will also influence the progress and the ending of the story.

Keep the warnings in mind!

- At first I wanted to write a story about human slavery and human trafficking but as the idea progressed I felt more comfortable writing a supernatural story that involves completely fantastic characters that don't exist in reality; even though such situations (as slavery, abduction, abuse, rape etc) unfortunately do happen daily. I am a big klaroline fan so I merged my idea with this couple so here is the story. Take notice that I don't plan and I won't try to romanticize any controversial aspects or glorify horrifying acts.

If anyone is offended by such themes and cannot cope with reading such stories I would highly advise against reading this story.

You have been warned.

P.s _ This chapter includes M rated themes such as abuse, violence, slavery, rape and murder.

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Story facts:

In this story the world is divided between humans and vampires.

Monarchy is bestowed upon the vampire world. The Originals and the councils are the highest order. Their laws are unbreakable and undisputed. Any disobedience is punishable by death.

Until recently the vampires were creatures that existed only in legends. Now they have been exposed and a war between humans and vampires has begun.

In this story the Originals are a lot older than 1000 years.

Also vampires here are dark sadistic creatures. They crave for blood and human suffering. Most of them have no respect or any kind of sensitivity when it comes to humans. They are cruel and unforgiving. They are dangerous and they are treating humans savagely. For they are the hunters and humans are the prey.

This is an AU story.

Enjoy!

Chapter one: Age of Revelation

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"The news of the century! Do vampires exist?"

"Thousands of dead corpses emerging"

"Grayed corpses with ...fangs!"

" 'People' dropping dead all over the planet!"

"Scientists uncertain. New species or old ones?"

"The government remains silent, world in chaos, do monsters walk among us?"

"Age of revelation. We live in a world of vampires!"

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News spread all over the world like wild fire. After the revelation night the world changed. Humans realized that they were not alone. Monsters walked among them for centuries. Nightmares were coming to life.

And with the realization a new terrifying reality came along and there was only one question that needed to be answered.

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"How can we protect ourselves from them?"

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September 2011. New York.

Revelation Night.

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She was trying to scream but she could not. His eyes still burned deep into her mind numbing all of her senses. All she could feel was fire spreading to her whole body. He was a monster!

His eyes gleamed into darkness and he had...fangs!

Fangs that were buried deep into her skin sucking her blood. Her life.

She wanted to scream. God she wanted to scream. But she couldn't.

Her body was pinned into the dirty brick wall of the alley behind the club. People danced and laughed inside and she was outside into the night dying.

The cold air hit her naked skin as the monster dug his fingers deeper into her skin and his sharp teeth sank deeper into her neck.

She could hear him gulping her own life down as she felt faint.

Her whole body was throbbing with pain. And then all stopped. The pain was there but not as blinding as before and he was on his knees in front of her.

He was spitting her blood from his mouth. He was screaming in pain holding his dark haired head and she was just watching unable to speak or move.

They had been flirting in the club and then he took her out. He fucked her against the wall. He was a savage as he tore her clothes and shoved her against the wall. He was brutal as he plunged into her and after a point it all became too much. She couldn't stand the pain as his cock ripped into her with inhuman strength and speed. She was horrified as she saw his eyes changing. Black veins forming against pale skin that circled blood shot irises. He then turned her around and took her from behind with even more force than before. No human could inflict such pain she had thought as his hands cracked her hip bones.

She had tried to pull away, to scream, to make him stop but she couldn't. His hand covered her mouth and she couldn't yell. She was biting him but he was laughing and then in less than seconds his movements became supernaturally frantic and he came hard inside of her making her wish to be dead.

Watch what you wish for they say. After all was done she couldn't help but think that whoever said that was right.

When he got out of her a pool of blood covered her bruised thighs. She wanted to scream but then his eyes bore into hers.

"You won't speak, you won't move!"

She didn't want to do what he said but she had no choice. Her whole mind screamed for her to resist but she found herself repeating his words.

"I won't speak, I won't move"

And then he tore into her neck with shiny gleaming teeth. So sharp and deadly. They seemed like...fangs!

It was impossible but he was feeding on her blood. And she couldn't speak or move. All she could feel was fear and her death approaching fast.

And now he was kneeled before her screaming in pain.

His screams died in the night as his skin grayed and then he dropped dead on the ground.

She shivered and then she finally could move.

She was losing blood from her ripped off neck and her destroyed genitals; her bones were broken and she could hardly breathe but she could move. She could finally move.

And if she could move then she could also speak.

Then she could also scream and so she did.

She dropped on her knees next to her rapist's corpse. She screamed with all her strength until there was no voice left.

A vampire she thought as she fainted. She was half dead next to… a dead vampire.

Her screams ended but she was not the only one screaming. In the whole world, in each and every corner of each continent thousands vampires dropped dead and people screamed at their sight.

The night and day of the revelation.

The moment that changed everything.

The moment when legends and bedtime stories became a dark reality.

The world was not the same place any more. No one was safe anymore.

Vampires were real. No one knew how or why but they were real. And they were dropping dead all over the world.

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September 2013.

New Orleans. French Quarter.

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For ages the upper world continued its course into absolute unawareness while in the underworld the creatures of the night roamed.

An unwritten law that was placed upon vampires for centuries. Humans consisted the upper world and vampires the underworld.

Vampires would have to remain hidden and never to reveal their existence. Many objected to that rule but no one could break it. For millenniums this was the way of the undead.

As time progressed they created their own society. Their laws written in blood. Scripta manent Elijah always said and he was right. So a millennium ago as the world became, or at least attempted to become, a more civilized place their councils were created and their commandments were written in scrolls with blood ink. Laws decided by the eldest ones. By the patriarchs and the matriarchs of the Vampire species. By the Originals.

Their laws were written in detail and were extensive. An order was set. An order that reflected the ruthlessness of their kind and their sadistic nature that was nurtured in ages of blood and carnage.

Many of their laws concerned their relationships with each other but the most austere ones concerned their relationships with the humans.

One was certain. The general human population had to remain unaware of their existence.

Vampires belonged to the night. Humans belonged to the sun. And the night and the sun never met each other. No matter what.

The rules were clear and unbreakable. Exposure would have to be avoided at any cost. For the oldest have lived in a time were humans knew of their existence and they still remembered that a war between humans and vampires caused many losses and blood for each kind.

In time they had covered their tracks and they made humans forget. They became fairytales and creatures that lingered only in illusions. They severed themselves from the human knowledge and kept their distance from the public eye.

It was known though that vampires could not survive without blood and therefore they depended on humans.

Some vampires nowadays fed on blood bags but most of them remained loyal to the old ways.

Many vampires would feed on humans and then compel them to forget or would get reed of the dead bodies while making sure to hide any signs that would expose vampires to the world.

But there was also another way to go.

A way that didn't match with the civilized age and yet it still thrived amongst them. Most of them didn't belong in this time and in this way of social thinking anyway. Most of them were born in an age where masters and slaves existed.

And thus this law still took place and effect quite often.

Each vampire had the right to claim human servants. The higher the vampire's position into the hierarchy the more servants he could have. In the old days they used to call them slaves. Now they were called blood servants.

According to the law the vampire would have to present the servant to his jurisdiction's council and ask for their permission to own that person as his property. Once the council gave its permission the human would entirely belong to his new master. After branding his new possession the vampire could use the servant that belonged to him at will. No other could lay a hand upon the human or make any decisions that concerned him.

According to the law the vampire would have to train the servant and make sure that the human would be completely detached from his past live and would now behave under their law. As the human's master the vampire would have to attend to the servant's needs for as long the human would remain alive. Of course the length of the servant's life would now be decided by his master but there was a time limit where the servant would have to remain alive. One month. For one month the human would have to remain alive and then be presented to the council again in order to verify his vitality. After that the vampire master could dispose the servant if he wished it so.

The vampire who decided to keep a servant had some responsibilities though. He had to make sure that the human would get accustomed to the new reality of his existence. The notions of the human ways would have to be deleted from the servant's mind. When a human entered the vampire world then all ties with the upper world would have to be severed. Many vampires most of the times would erase their humans' past memories through mind control and would compel them to forget the lived they had before they became servants or would just compel them to never contact anyone again. Some others were talking more drastic measures. They killed the human's families and connections thus severing all ties once and for all.

The servants now existed solely for one reason. To serve and obey their masters and nothing else. Their blood, bodies and services belonged to their vampire lords. Their freedom gone and their reality forever changed. Most of the times forever wouldn't last more than a month anyway and their misery was coming to an end. But in their time of servitude they had to completely obey their masters, if not they would get punished. And it was common knowledge that vampires were enjoying inflicting pain to others. Especially to humans.

Many humanitarian vampires were appalled by this law but in reality it kept many bloodthirsty vampires in check. It sated their need to seek and destroy (and to be a potential risk of exposure during those ventures) as the existence of a servant meant that the vampire master had a plaything to keep him busy.

One way or another it all came down to one thing. Vampires needed humans but they also needed to keep their identities and true natures hidden.

The human world would have to remain unaware of the existence of the vampire species. Once a vampire would take a human either as a victim or as a servant then he would have to erase all traces that would lead back to them. No one should ever link the human deaths and disappearances with the supernatural element. Whoever did then would simply have to die.

If a vampire was to ever break the rules then torturous death was coming to claim him.

There was also the matter of turning. Things were not as simple nowadays as they used to be. It was a risk to turn people that would not be able to adjust to vampirism and obey the law.

In these days a human could be turned only if the one of the councils or if the Originals allowed it. And for the last decades only the most trusted and those that could survive certain trials were made into one of them.

This way their kind has learned to adapt and survive into the modern world.

Their laws were strict and unbreakable but insured a certain balance.

Until all was ruined.

Now their laws hanged in the balance. It wasn't easy collecting humans anymore and it wasn't easy going out to the world without being recognized as an abomination or hunted down by the human patrol and the mercenary hunters.

The night of the revelation as the humans called it changed everything.

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The golden glass shattered under the force of his fingers and broke into thousand crystal shards. The memory of what happened still regenerated rage inside of him and made the beast retaliate and demand blood and destruction. Things that he would have even if he had to bring a new order in the underworld.

Now the upper world was at chaos. For two years now. War was coming and no one was going to stop it. Most definitely not him. If anything now it was their time to rise and claim what was rightfully theirs and belonged to them. To take control and most importantly revenge.

A new dawn was rising. The time for the vampires to take what was theirs by right and blood. They would no longer hide in the shadows and linger in the dark. Humans would finally learn their place. To serve them with their lives and blood.

And he knew exactly how to set all of this into motion. With one strategically unexpected move that would take his enemy by surprise and would force him to act prematurely.

He sat on his throne inside the expansive room. Behind him tapestries and banners covered the black marble wall. His sovereignty in this region was undisputed. Behind him was his sigil. The wolf in blood. This was his domain. In his borders all obeyed and feared him. No matter what his brethren said he would take his vengeance. He wasn't known as the most hated and fearsome of the Originals for nothing after all.

The temperature in the throne room was below of what a human could handle and the girl that was kneelling beside his intricate throne was shivering under the thin see through lace garment she was forced to wear. Puncture wounds covered her skin all over the place. He could hear her labored breath.

Maybe it was time to take her out of her misery but she was a borrowed gift and she was branded as one of his lieutenant's blood servants. That meant that by vampire law that he and his family had bestowed upon their race he could not kill the girl without her master's approval.

He sighed. All those restrictions were boring him.

He looked at the shivering girl and tried to imagine how much fun he was going to have in the next days.

He hadn't taken a human as a slave ever since the middle ages. He was not into that anymore truth to be told. Feeding them and clothing them was quite tiresome after a point and he remembered that most of the times he used to forget their needs and then they would finally wither and die from hunger and thirst. That of course for those that didn't instantly die on him when he fed on them.

He was so different from almost all of his siblings in that department.

Rebekah and Finn were always so fond of their human pets.

They only branded the willing humans they wanted under their protection and no one could place a finger on them after that. They were using the law to their advantage in order to cover their weakness. He knew that lately Rebekah had fallen for her latest servant and she was keeping him always near her. It was disgusting that in reality it was Rebekah that was serving the human and not the other way around.

Finn and Sage branded humans that considered them to be their friends and confidants.

Elijah on the other hand has never branded a human. Not even once. His love for humanity prevented him from doing that. He had so much respect for those pathetic creatures that aimed to destroy them.

Centuries ago the vampire species thrived and multiplied. They were fearsome and now humans were daring to rise against them.

They had taken out one of them and his siblings expected from him to stay silent and stoic while the humans organized against them.

Kol was gone and they did nothing about it!

His chest rose and fell in anger.

He looked at the trembling girl.

"Come here sweetheart," he ordered.

The girl stood and came to him carefully avoiding the broken glass on the floor but also keeping her eyes on him and not wasting any time.

She was barefoot, scantily clothed with a short dress that left nothing to the imagination. The fabric was made from see through lace and she wore no underwear.

He took her by her cold hand and placed her upon his lap.

Her skin was now pale blue and her teeth chattered. He felt disgusted. There had been millenniums since he had felt any human weakness. He didn't even remember what it felt like to be this weak. He enjoyed being superior, strong, a force of nature.

"What are you offering love?" he asked her in a false soothing voice.

"Whatever you desire my lord," she whispered trying to keep her voice loud enough despite the fact that she could barely move her lips.

Klaus removed the strap of her skimpy garment on her right shoulder and the lace fell from the girl's icy skin in soft ripples. He looked at her and gestured for her to remove the left strap on her own. She did exactly that.

Her breasts were now exposed and her nipples were hard from the cold. His fingers played with one of the taunted nipples causing pain to the girl. But she remained silent. She was already trained and from what he knew his lieutenant's servants were prime examples of obedience once he was finished with their training.

Under the dim lights the silver piercing with the diamond letters in her belly button shined. The diamond letters formed the initials of her master's name. His other hand circled her waist and his fingers there played with the piercing. He tugged at the cold metal and felt the goosebumps that spread on the girl's body.

The more he cruelly rubbed the sensitive skin of her nipple and the harder he pulled the piercing the more her blood was coming to life inside her frozen body. He didn't crave to have sex with a mindless slave nor force a woman to satisfy his needs but in his raging with fury mind there was another girl in her place right now. One that he would love to taint and break.

Once he heard the girl's blood pumping into her veins again he brutally sank his teeth into her neck.

He drank her blood as his fingers bruised more of her skin. She whimpered and he drank more. Her blood was stale but it had to do for now.

He tried to imagine what it would be like to inflict pain to the daughter of the man he hated. In his mind it was her that was in his hands right now. In his mind he was hurting her.

His plans were set in motion and soon he would have his own servus sanguineum to play and taunt. To make her suffer and cry in pain.

A servant that would serve a much greatest purpose than just obeying him. She would be an instrument. By becoming his she would be a pawn that would inflict pain and suffering to his enemies. And with her death a debt would be repaid.

"Niklaus!"

His brother's voice boomed into the room and Klaus looked at him over the servant's neck.

He took his fangs from the girl's flesh and he harshly removed her from his lap.

Her naked feet connected with the broken glass that was spread on the floor, from the tumbler Klaus had broken minutes before, and she tried to hold her moans of pain back. There was also alcohol on the broken pieces of glass that were now embedded in her skin and they burned like fire. Such a thing should have been welcomed into the frozen cold she had to endure but now it only caused more pain. She hurriedly went to her former place and knelt down as this was the proper posture for the servants when they were in the presence of vampires. Even more so of vampires that were royalty as were the Originals. She didn't make a move to cover her exposed breasts because she wasn't instructed to do so.

"Hello brother," Klaus greeted Elijah with a bored tone.

"What have you done Niklaus?" Elijah accused him.

"Always greeting me in such pleasant ways Elijah," he mocked his older brother.

"What have you done?" his brother insisted looking angry. His expression grim.

"As of lately brother? Many things actually, in which century are you referring to?" he innocently asked as he carelessly hung one of his legs at his throne's armrest.

"You cannot take the general's daughter as your servant!" Elijah basically ordered him while trying to make him see reason.

Klaus remained impassive for a moment. News travelled fast between the regions. Obviously Stefan had a big mouth.

But what enraged him more was his brother's audacity! His belief that he could control and order him around!

"YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO BROTHER?" he hollered.

"It is against our laws Niklaus!" Elijah persisted without losing his calm.

Klaus picked himself up and flashed with supernatural speed in front of his brother in rage. How dare he threaten him with the rules that THEY created? With the rules HE created! They were above the humans, they could make new rules if they had too. He would make sure of that!

"What rules? We have already been exposed! Do you even remember how it happened?" he yelled at the face of his brother.

Elijah's eyes shone with torment and regret at the painful memory. Of course he remembered. No one of them would ever be able to forget.

"We need to maintain a form of balance Niklaus. Such rush actions will bring us into a worst predicament than we already are," Elijah said somberly.

Klaus took some steps back and spread his arms wide open.

"We are above them brother. Let them come and let us wait for them!" he exclaimed. The bells of war already ringing in his ears.

"You are making a mistake brother. It is against the rules!" Elijah said once again looking appalled.

Klaus looked at him and put his hands down. Elijah and his damn rules!

Then he smirked deviously and turned his head to the half naked girl that was kneeling next to his throne.

He extended his hand towards her and called her to come to him.

"Come here love," he ordered in a seductive tone.

Elijah saw the girl standing up. She was obviously cold and in pain. Blood was flowing from her neck and was painting her naked skin red.

She went in front of his brother and placed her trembling hand into his brother's open palm.

Niklaus gently brought her closer to him and then shoved her between them.

He looked at him as he played with the open bleeding wounds on the girl's neck. She flinched but stayed motionless as Klaus licked his bloody fingers and then her neck with pleasure.

Elijah couldn't help her but at least he knew that Klaus wouldn't kill her. She wasn't his servant, she belonged to another.

"Rules are meant to be broken Elijah," Klaus said locking his eyes with his own and in a swift move he snapped the girl's neck.

Her lifeless body dropped on the floor with a thud, her eyes open and vacant.

He looked at Klaus without showing how upset he truly was as he now understood that his brother would be no longer playing by the book. There was no stopping him. The beast has been set free and there were no holdings able to detain it.

Klaus placed his hand on his shoulder in a brotherly gesture.

"War is coming brother and you better pick the right side," Klaus said and left him alone to stare at the servant's body that was lying dead on the cold floor.

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Mystic Falls. Virginia.

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Cemetery

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"We fight because we believe."

The sun was setting and the orange circle casted its faint purplish glow all around the trees and the tombstones while she stood in front of the gravestone.

Night was falling and yet once again she found herself at the cemetery staring at her best friend's grave. Probably not the best place to be in times like these but she couldn't help herself.

Elena Gilbert had died three years ago at the age of sixteen and she still couldn't believe that her best friend was dead. She had died in a car accident. The car exploded while she was inside. Not even her remains could be salvaged.

Everything changed after that. In her mind Elena was part of her life and she would continue to be so until they would be old and wrinkled and would both tell stories of their youth to their grandchildren. And yet Elena wasn't with her anymore.

But the losses didn't stop there. Bonnie had disappeared two years ago just after the revelation.

No one could find her and all searches were in vain. Many believed that she was one of the many vampire victims that became casualty of war. But she didn't want to believe that. She still forced herself to believe that Bonnie was somewhere out there, safe and happy and for some reason she didn't want to be found. But she was okay. She had to be.

Deep in her heart she couldn't believe that she had lost Bonnie too. Everything changed so drastically in the last years. She remembered how carefree she used to be but after losing both of her friends she was left all alone. The shallow girl had vanished and in its place a new Caroline was left mourning for the loss of the people she loved.

Now she was left all alone. No one cared and she felt that she was not good enough for anyone. There was a deep hole in her heart that swallowed everything. Not even her parents cared for what was truly happening to her.

Her father had returned back to Mystic Falls a few months after the night of the revelation. He became mayor and later a general for the Government. He was one of the generals that organized their defenses against the vampires.

Later on her mother became part of the HPAV. The Human Patrol Against Vampires.

She still couldn't believe what was happening to the world. It seemed surreal. Like an unbelievable story from a cheap horror novel.

At first she couldn't believe that vampires existed. Many still didn't believe it to be true but now she knew better. After her father returned he and her mother revealed to her that they knew about the existence of vampires long before the revelation. They told her that in Mystic Falls there was a secret council and both of them were part of it ever since their youth. She already knew about the Founders council but she could have never even suspected that it was created in order to protect the town against vampires. Her parents have told her that for many centuries vampires have been coming and going in Mystic Falls causing havoc. In 1864 after certain events, that they didn't clarify to her, the council was constituted in order to protect the town against any returning vampires.

And for years both of her parents were part of that council. Once the existence of vampires became common knowledge many similar councils all over the world revealed themselves to the government. Towns like Mystic Falls and every other that had similar organizations became central points. There were now military camps all over town, constant patrolling, certain regulations and a curfew. Vampires couldn't get inside someone's home if they were not invited in so the curfew dictated that at sunset all civilians had to return to the security of their homes and stay there until dawn.

She had to admit that she was never following those rules. Most of the times like tonight she would ignore the curfew or later at nights she would jump out of the window and she would come probably here again.

Living in such conditions made her feel like she was in a prison or something. It didn't make her feel safe. It made her feel like she was suffocating.

Besides all the guards in town and every member of the patrol knew her and protected her personally since she was the daughter of General Bill Forbes and of the HPAV Sheriff Liz Forbes. Many times when she would go out they would follow her close behind and that made her angry as hell. She was already wearing her vervain jewelry and she was drinking copious amount of vervain daily. Even her perfume and soap had vervain in it. For God's sake she was carrying wooden stakes with her! And the town was heavily guarded. It seemed more of a concentration camp than a town anyway. She would be okay!

She looked at the gravestone down at the dirt. She had already left fresh flowers on it.

"We fight because we believe."

Those were the words carved on stone. The only problem was that she didn't know what to believe anymore.

She sighed. She looked at the sky. Darkness was now looming all around her and the moon was rising. She had to go home but then again no one was there. She barely ever saw her parents anymore. They had too many responsibilities that prevented them from even caring about her.

"I miss you Elena," she whispered and turned to leave.

She went to her parked car and while she was searching for her keys she thought she heard a noise coming from behind her.

She bit her lip and grabbed her keys harder and then she heard someone moaning. She looked around. Nothing. No one was there. The street lights on the other side flickered and she took an uncertain step back.

Her first instinct was to get in her car and drive away. But what if someone was hurt? Most of the town strictly followed the curfew timeline but many teenagers didn't. What if one of them was out there and was hurt?

She looked around. Behind her was the cemetery and in front of her trees and the open road. All seemed eerily abandoned and dark.

She heard moaning again. Like someone was in pain.

She opened her bag and took a stake out and followed the noise. She walked some distance until she found herself meters away from her car.

As she took some steps she saw a police vehicle behind some trees. The driver's door was open, the lights were off and from what she could see no one was there.

She took some more steps and went towards the car. Her heart started beating faster and faster. She could swear someone was there behind the trees. Stupid. What she was doing was stupid!

She finally went to the car with as much caution as she could and realized that indeed no one was there. She also realized that usually the patrol team was coming in groups. The police car was abandoned and no one else was there or even anywhere near.

She had to get of there!

She heard a soft crack behind like someone had stepped on a branch. She abruptly turned, her golden locks falling in front of her face.

"Hello?" she called frightened, "Is anyone there?"

Her voice slightly trembled and she held the stake closer to her chest. It was probably nothing but right now she was thinking that coming here was not one of her brightest ideas.

As she took a step back she stumbled on something and fell.

She hit her face on the muddy ground and she tried to pick herself up feeling dizzy. The stake had fell from hands during her impact with the dirt and was now out of reach.

She had scratched her hands and knees. Blood was oozing from the scratches.

What was that? Did she fell on a rock?

But then she looked at her hands and all around her.

Blood. Blood was everywhere.

A pool of blood. Sticky and mixed with the mud.

Blood!

Her eyes opened wide. She looked behind her and saw that she had stumbled over a hand. A man was lying on the ground half covered in blood and mud. He was dead. She knew him. He was one her mom's officers. His eyes were looking into space. No life inside them. There were opening bloody holes on his neck.

Vampires!

She screamed and crawled away. She had to get out of there. To run.

She heard a whooshing sound. She didn't lose any time. She got up and started running.

She ran as fast as she could. She had to get out of there. She had to go home. To make it to the car.

She could do it!

Noises were coming closer to her.

She could feel someone…or something following her. Stalking her. Waiting for the right moment to attack her.

She reached her car but her keys were nowhere to be found. She must have dropped them with the stake. Tears fell from her face as she yelled for help and grabbed the handle of her door and with irrational frantic movements tried to open the locked door.

She was about to break the window when she saw a shadow reflecting on it.

She screamed as she felt a hand throwing her on her car with a force that cut her breath. The next thing she felt was strong fingers grabbing her from her hair and shoving her head on the car window. As her scalp collided with the glass excruciating pain spread all over her head like a bolt of lightning.

And then there was nothing...

Author's note: Sorry for any mistakes but English is not my native language. No beta.

Hopefully you liked the first chapter. Klaus and Caroline meet in the next chapter.

Tell me what you think.