The Vampire Diaries: Blood and Fire

1. Mystic Falls

Lillian Sinclair sank her fangs into the compelled young lad before her in rage. She drank, and when she was done, she ripped his throat out, pushing him onto the floor of her house. 

The note that had been sitting on her table when she'd walked in was now torn, one half still sitting on the table, while the other lay beneath the dead boy's body. The letter had been written by hand, sealed with red candle wax and left specifically for her. She still remembered the words. Most of all, she remembered the person who had wrote it.

Lillian left the body in the house. She knew someone would eventually find the remains, but it was New York. She could kill whoever, and no one would ever care. The death of the fifteen-year old would make the headline of some small newspaper, then forgotten forever.

She lit the match, throwing it onto the gasoline below. It took only moments before the flames devoured the house, as well as everything in it, including the body and the letter.

"Dear Lillian, I have heard of your whereabouts in New York. I've recently obtained something I believe will be of value to you. I suggest you come to Mystic Falls immediately. It's been a long time, and the people here are to die for."

The words written in the letter still flashed before her eyes as Lillian parked her car in front of the house she had compelled an old man to lend her. She had reluctantly let him live, seeing the good in his survival; as long as the deed was in his name, no other vampires could come into the house unless he invited them in. 

 It had been a long three days. The drive had been a bore--nothing but trees, with the occasional town or city--and she had spent the last two days draining the old man of vervain. It seemed the whole goddamned town of Mystic Falls was on it. People to die for, the letter had said. Lillian would have laughed at the humor, had it not been for the reason she was here. 

 She left the house that third night after compelling old Mr. Thompson to stay inside and not open the door for anyone. She slipped the keys to the small establishment in her jacket pocket, climbing into her car.

She drove to the center of town, stopping at a local bar. A large sign sat above the doorway: MYSTIC GRILL. 

Lillian strutted into the bar. The door jingled as she walked in, and a few people turned around to look at her. The bar was in the back; she had to pass multiple tables to reach the counter, where she took an empty seat and finally took in her surroundings.

The grill was quite crowded, although she hadn't expected anything less on a Saturday night. Most of the tables were full, either with parents and their children, a couple on a date, or a small group of teenage friends. But it wasn't anything behind Lillian that intrigued her, it was the person sitting a few seats down from her.

He had black hair with dark blue eyes to match, some muscle that showed through the tight shirt he was wearing, and a whole bottle of booze before him. He was on the phone, and it was the conversation he and the person on the line were having that really caught the vampire's attention.

"Damn it, Stefan!" She caught. All the other noise around her was drowned out as she focused on the man and what he was saying. "She needs fresh blood, from the vein."

Lillian's interest peaked. He was speaking in a hushed tone, and had his head turned away from everyone else, clearly trying to keep his conversation a secret.