Chapter 1: The Prey

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-THE PREY-

-CHAPTER 1-

Hope Salvatore came down for breakfast in a tub top and jean shorts. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun with silver rings scattered across her fingers. And an M-crest bounced around her neck as she went down.

The Salvatore turned into the kitchen and she noticed that her guardians were already there.

Elena was busy preparing breakfast and Damon was reading a newspaper. Jonathan and Stephanie, her foster siblings, were already eating. Stephanie sat in her high chair making a mess with her spilled cereal. While Jonathan sat at the table munching on a slice of peanut butter toast.

Hope walked quietly careful not to meet anyone in the eyes. She was hoping that she could just grab her bag and make it out to school without anyone noticing, but then, "Have you eaten breakfast?" Elena asked as she stirred the bacon in the frying pan.

"Yep," Hope replied with ease, but it seemed that Elena had gotten too used to her lies.

"Nice try," the bruettente retorted, "But set the table and sit that butt down if you want access to your electronics for the next two weeks."

Hope gave a large eye roll getting to work with a huff. Elena used the "no devices" punishment for everything. It was the only thing that worked.

The tribrid set the table and sank into the chair with a sigh. "Family meals" were the worst.

Elena placed a full plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, in front of her.

"I'm not hungry," Hope snapped.

Lie.

"I'm going to be late for school."

Lie.

"I told my friends, I would meet them early."

Lie.

She was shut up quickly by the flannel thrown at her face, "Hey!" she shouted, "What's the big idea?"

As the Salvatore moved the shirt from her face, Damon gave her a knowing look, "If you want to go to school you need you change your pants and put that on over your shirt."

Hope rolled her eyes, "It's hot outside-"

"And they blast the AC inside-"

"But-"

"Hope!" Damon yelled, "If you want to go to school then you need to put that on or change. Your choice."

Hope gave Damon a death glare. One that Damon returned in full force. She was trying to use her will to break his, but if there was one undeniable thing about her foster dad, it was his stubborn spirt.

Hope conceded lowering her eyes. She knew this would only end with her grounded if she continued.

The Salvatore ate as fast as she could. Stuffing food in her mouth left and right knowing that her foster parents wouldn't let her leave the table regardless of school until she finished every last bite.

She wiped the last bits of food from her mouth and made her way back upstairs after being forced to change.

She changed into a pair of black jeans with a long-sleeve ruby blouse.

Pulling on her backpack, she made her way to the front door, but her foster dad was waiting for her.

She looked at him expectedly, "I need to start walking," Damon didn't reply, "Could you move?"

Damon pulled car keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of her, "How 'bout I drive you?"

Hope bit back a retort because one look from his voice and body language told her, he wasn't asking.

As Hope and Damon made their way to his blue corvette, Hope's phone buzzed with with a text.

She wasn't going to look at it. It was probably nothing interesting, but then again it wasn't like she had many friends (any really). Curiosity got the best of her.

You're going to die today, it read.

Her heart stopped.

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OK, so I know Damon and Elena are pretty OOC, but like they need to be for the story so . . . yeah. Also I had to give them kids - Jonathan for Jenna. And the two of them will get a redemption arc . . . maybe if I don't kill them off at some point.

Thanks for reading! Next chapter you meet the hunters!

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