The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S1 : Chapter Four

ELENA'S POV :

We are Sunday. Finally a quiet day without obligation and I hope without supernatural. I take a blood bag from the fridge and close it. Wait ? I hope it again. There are no more blood bags. Zero. In other words, no food at all. I would have gone to the super market but I don't think they sell type O in the frozen food section. Comment je suis censée faire ? Maybe I could go in the hospital. There must be blood bags for patients. In the same times, It's been almost a century since I drank human blood and it would be nice if it continued like this. Human blood is the most nourishing for vampires and the best taste. But it also makes you want to attack them even more. It was hard to stop my consumption. And now that I'm back in high school, I can't fall back into it.

These thoughts made me even hungrier, yet I finished my last bag of blood.

One hour later, I'm in the forest. I'm not really proud of what I'm going to do. But now I have no choice if I don't want to attack the first human that comes along. I use all my senses to spot prey. The sound of footsteps crushing the dead leaves attracts my attention. A deer. Great, I love it. I attack him and plant my canines in his neck, sucking the blood. I'm full. But I don't really want to do this every days.

When I come back home, I'm walking past a veterinary clinic. I don't know why but I feel like my instincts were telling me to go. I go inside and try to open the counter but I feel a resistance. Mountain ash. Whoever directs this clinic knows about the supernatural.

"Uh, is anyone there ?" I ask.

No one answers. Yet I hear a human heartbeat that contrasts with the faster ones of the animals.

"I know you're there." I insist.

I'm about to go out when someone appears. "I was wondering when you would decide to come."

"Uh excuse me, we know each other ?" I question him.

"Not yet." He pause. "But I know what you are."

I stay quiet few seconds "What am I ?" I ask finally.

"When a vampire comes to Beacon-Hills I have to know about it." He replies.

"So, you know who I am."

"I know what you are. Not who you are." He object. "There are two very different things."

He open the counter and invites me to go to the back room.

"Well... I'm Elena." I introduce myself. "Elena Lightwood."

"Alan Deaton."

I smell a familiar slightly unpleasant odor.

"You can smell Scott, don't you ?" He notices.

He seams to know much about supernatural. And I can smell that he is a human. Or maybe... "You're a druid ?"

"We can say that." He admit.