Love You to Death (TVD) COMING SOON...

Emotions

My eyes shoot open with a gasp.

I hated that dream, the one that haunted my mistake. 

My mistake...

The mistake that made me a vampire, and killed the only person I loved.

The mistake that ruined me.

I flinched, and heaved myself out of bed. I look in the mirror disgustedly; I was never the looker, in my eyes. But Kol always complimented me.

I get dressed, and fishtail braid my hair to the side. I scamper downstairs, slipping on my shoes, preparing for the night. "Where are you going, missy?" my friend, Juliet, blocked the doorway.

"Out for breakfast," I lied smoothly.

I held eye contact with her until she flipped her golden hair over her shoulder and huffed. "Why do you always have to lie so convincingly?" she whined.

She never knows if I'm lying or not, and I blink with confusion that she does know. "What?" I try to cover up.

"I know that you're going to Mystic Falls, you do every year on this night," she rolled her silvery eyes. "What type of friend do you think I am?"

I've known Juliet for fifty years, but we've only been friends for twenty years, and lived together for a decade. When we first met, we tried killing eachother, but we destroyed a town together, and decided not to afterwards. We hated eachother for a long time, but finally became friends after saving eachothers' lives.

I shrug, and smile. "I think you're a bad friend," I start. "But, you're the person I'd trust with my life."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Um, dude, you know I have a boyfriend and you don't even have a life?"

I know she's only teasing, but the fact I'm a vampire is still a sore subject. "And this is coming from the girl who inspired 'Romeo and Juliet?'"

She scrunches up her face, and I laugh at her expression. "I'll be back in a couple months," I assure, and she moves out of the doorway grudgingly.

"Don't die," she warns. "I'm a busy girl, and I can't afford to save your pathetic little life all the time."

"Don't eat anymore woodchips," I fire back.

"That was once, thirteen years ago, and they were hidden in chocolates!" she protests.

"I know," I laugh harder.

"Whatever, just don't die or get caught. Remember what I taught you!" Juliet calls after me as I leave the house.

The darkness is absolute, and the night is serene. I breathe it in, the tranquility before a storm, and I swat away the sense of foreboding. At a brisk pace, I walk to the nearest bar in town, focused on getting a meal before leaving this city.

The great thing about New York: you can feed on as many people as you want, kill them too, because this is such a big city, nobody notices or cares. A tip I learned from my old friend, whom I haven't seen in a long time.

In the bar, my senses are overwhelmed. The stench of body sweat, alcohol, deodourant, and drugs. The sounds of the incoherant, the pumping of blood. The heat, the passionate, the humans.

I immediately pick out my first victim, a young man with dusty blonde hair and an athletic build. I strut over to him, giggling. "You're so hot," I whimper, pressing myseld as close to him as I could.

He grins arrogantly, and wraps his arms around me, and lowers his head so he could whisper in my ear. "You're pretty sexy yourself. Can I buy you a drink?" his voice is smooth and deep.