After her fathers death, Eliana is taken in by her uncle, Alaric. Initially, she thought it to be a nice, small town, but she soon learned what lurks in the darkness of the little town called Mystic Falls.
Eliana's once normal life and any hopes she...
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It felt as if Eliana's brain was pressing against her skull as she roused from her forced slumber, her body aching as if she'd been thrown against a wall.
Oh, wait. It was a car.
Her eyes fluttered open, seeing an unknown ceiling above her. She felt that she was laying atop a couch, though it wasn't exactly comfortable. The cushion was uneven and uncomfortable. Not only did she get kidnapped, they stuck her on some lumpy ass couch.
She leaned up, groaning as her head throbbed even more. Her eyes glanced around the room, noticing it was in a state of decay and disarray, as if someone hadn't lived here for awhile.
Eliana looked to the side, noticing a frightened Elena sitting beside her. "Elena!" She exclaimed, scooting towards her. She was worried for her friend, the last she'd seen of her was when they were attacked.
"Eliana, your head!" Elena raised her hand, touching the side of her head. She winced when Elena's fingers brushed the sore spot, and when she brought her hand back, she realized that Elena had scratched away some of the dried blood.
Eliana titled her head in confusion as she stared at Elena's hand. "Not another head wound." She groaned out as she reached her own hand up to her head. She was tired of being thrown around and getting her ass kicked. She really needed some self-defense lessons...
Footsteps could be heard heading towards the room, which caused both girls to turn their heads towards the door.
A man stepped into the room, taking off a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap, he removed the gloves he had on his fingers as he came closer to the pair.
"Please, we're hurt. She needs help." Elena said as she gestured towards Eliana's head.
"I know," the man said with a smirk. He eyed the blood on Elena's shirt. "Just a taste."
His face morphed into the telltale features of a vampire, his eyes turning red and veins appearing underneath them. This man was a vampire and they had no way to protect themselves...
He lunged towards Elena, but another person arrived to stop him before he got to her.
"Trevor!" The woman snapped. Eliana and Elena looked to her with widened eyes, taking in her stern features. Her dark, brown hair was cropped in a short pixie cut, and she narrowed her eyes at the man, Trevor.
"Control yourself."
"Buzzkill," Trevor muttered but then he smirked as his eyes turned to Eliana, more specifically the wound on her head. "It's a good thing we have a snack."
