Sour But Sweet

Chapter 1

This is my first The vampire diaries and The Originals story. Hope you enjoy. 

Elena pov 

I became the one thing I never wanted to be. A vampire. I can't make my own decisions anymore as Stefan and Damon keep making them for me. I want to live my own life but I feel like they're making my life for me. I just need to get away from them and my friends for a bit. I've transitioned into this being and Stefan and Damon are fighting over how I'm supposed to be and which one of them I'm supposed to be like. I can't take it anymore! I only trust one more vampire which means travelling time. I begin to write my letter to Stefan and Damon hoping they don't track me down and kill me after it.

I know you're probably going to try and track me down and either drag me against my will to come with you or snap my neck. I want, no, I need to have some space. I can't keep having my life and my new life controlled by either of you. It's my life. I'm also not like either of you and don't want to be like one of you when it comes to this whole vampire thing. So I'm going to go to the one person who I know will be able to help me and let me make my own decisions. Please don't have Bonnie do a locator spell as I don't want to be found. Damon please don't take all of the hate out on Stefan and go on a killing spree just to get me back. I love you but this time I'm doing the ME thing. Please try and stop feeling bad about your blood being in my system when I died. You're the one who saved me. Stefan I love you as well and please don't take your hate out on Damon as well. Try and remember that this is my choice. Please look after yourselves while I'm gone.

With all my own choices and love, Elena.

I leave the note on the kitchen countertop and quietly grab my bag of requirements I packed to the place I'm heading to. I hope Damon and Stefan don't hate me too much when they realise I'm gone. I just want my own life. Not being able to know who was the one who killed me that night haunts me. I still get nightmares about it. Being transitioned my emotions and abilities are all heightened except what I've noticed is that they're a bit too heightened then they should be. I hope I'm making the right choice by leaving them and going to my only option. Now to New Orleans!

I can't just suddenly show up at their door or should I say his door. Ugh these vampire cravings are making me over think and think rationally. I need a drink. I go to the closest bar I see. A blonde girl is serving at the bar as I take a seat on one of the stools. Camille her name badge reads. "You're a new face, what can I get you?" She observes. I want to say blood but I can't.

"Whiskey, strong whiskey" I order without answering her other point. She hands me a glass with whiskey in it. I take a sip and let the overpowering alcoholic go through my system, at least this holds part of the cravings. 

"So you're new in town, what brings you to New Orleans?" She starts small talk. I look down at the glass and try to think of how to answer.

Well the two loves of my life are fighting over me and my life itself, I'm in no control and did I forget I was a vampire a new one. Oh and I'm here to try and find help from a guy I didn't expect to see again for a while or like in forever.

"I'm here to see an old friend of mine, except I think I'll be seeing more than just him. I had to get away from home. It was just a bit much if you know what I mean Camile" I answer. The poor girl doesn't even know me and I'm giving her a short definition of my problems. Just great Elena.

"Call me Cami, I know where you're coming from. I hope that this guy you've come to see can help you with the look on your face" she says. I hit the whiskey back to push away my cravings.

Change of POV

Her voice. That's a voice none could forget. I'm sure my brother would be intrigued to know what Miss Elena Gilbert is doing in New Orleans. I finish my bourbon and return home to my measly siblings. I open the door and walk straight into the lounge to see both of my brothers lounged out on the couches reading. "Guess who I saw in the bar today or should I say heard in the bar today" I openly speak loudly.

"What another one of your knock around girls, but go on dear brother it's not like we haven't heard this before" Klaus teases. He gives me the nerves to rip his heart out.

"Miss Gilbert herself was sitting at the bar having a chat with Camile" I announced. The look on my brother's faces has become alarmed and their books have dropped out of their hands.

"Elena gilbert is here in New Orleans, how fascinating why on earth would she be here unless" Klaus wonders.

"No Niklaus, she wouldn't know about that part, the Salvatore's don't even know about that, but you're right it is strange for her to show up here out of all places" Elijah explains. This was going to be one hell of a time with Elena in town. For a split second Elijah was sitting up now he rushed to his room probably to brood.

Elena Pov

"Ouch" I hear someone say from behind me. That smell! The sweet delicious sensation smell. I turn around to see bright red bold blood leaking from a guy's hand. I quickly move from my seat with my stuff and race out of the bar. I feel my fangs slide out and my face becomes a monster. The smell is becoming stronger. I rush off the stool and push past the people blocking my way. As I get outside the smell becomes stronger. I turn to look to the doorway to see the exact same bleeding guy. I try not to look at the blood but it's so hard. I rush over to the guy at normal human speed. "You're not going to make a sound and you will forget everything that has happened where you slipped and cut your hand on a piece of glass in a club" I compel him. I move the guy into the dark alleyway. I bring his hand to my mouth and gulp down the sweet blood from the vein. I keep on sucking until I make my way to his neck. Just a bit more, I'm so thirsty for it. I bite into his neck ,taking the blood from the human body. I need to stop otherwise I'll kill him but I need more. I normally don't feel I need more but I do this time. I let go of the human body and let him fall to the ground. No! I quickly bite my wrist and try to force the guy to drink the blood from my wrist. No, no, no! I killed him. I killed an innocent person. I feel the tears start to become heavy and stream down my face.