Screw the Cullen's, I'm a Mikaelson [DISCONTINUED & REWRITTEN]

Welcome to Mystic Falls

I chose Mystic Falls as my destination because I heard of another species of vampires there.

They are said to be called Nightwalkers, needing a special stone with a magic spell in order to walk in plain daylight.

They are said to move very fast, faster than us, the Cold Ones. When they feed, they are supposed to have little black veins appear under their eyes, and their eyes are suppose to turn black. They are said to actually grow fangs and be able to be killed with a stake. They aren't hurt by holy water but can be hurt by vervain.

Weird. . .

It's been three days since I left my life behind, my heart. . . I missed Paul terribly, no matter how much I once hated him.

I pushed those thoughts away to keep myself from crying and barely notice the Welcome To Mystic Falls sign.

My hopes spiked up and I sat up straighter. Yay! I thought.

I drove around a bit and pulled up in front of some place called The Mystic Grill.

I killed the engine and hopped out, fixing my hair and my shirt. I walked into the bar and immediately regretted it. It's been a week since I last went hunting and now there were so many humans with fast beating hearts around me.

I breathed heavily and awkwardly made my way to the bar, holding my breath when I walked past humans.

My teeth were aching to sink into their throats, but I just couldn't give in. . . .too many witnesses.

And what if the different species of vampires already claimed this town as their feeding grounds? They would have every right to kill me if I took one of their prey.

I sat on a stool and a bartender came up to me. He was cute, with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, he seemed to be nineteen.

"Um, your a little young to be drinking aren't you?" He asked.

I looked him in the eyes, silently pleading him to just serve me; he didn't get the message. "Please," I said, looking around. "I just, need something to- to-"

I cut myself off just as my eyes zoned in on the stubbled throat of a nearby human man.

The bartender boy must have known something about vampires because next thing I knew, he took my hand, led me around the bar and into a back room. He sat me down on a chair and leaned against a nearby table.

"Alright," he said. "Spill. What are you?"

I looked at him with pleading eyes but answered. "I'm Artemis, a hybrid. Half human, Half Cold One. I came here from Forks, Washington, wanting to get away from my family. Look, I've been on the road for three days and haven't fed in a week, and I would really, really appreciate it if you could open up a vein or give me something to lessen the cravings," I said, all in one breath.

The boy looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. "Well that's good enough for me." He smiled and walked out of the room.

I was confused whether to follow or stay before he walked back in, a glass in one hand and a pocket knife in the other.

He set the glass on the table and flipped open the knife.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up and smiled. "Opening a vein, just like you asked."

I gasped when he slit his wrist and held the open wound over the cup. I watched as it began to fill a little with the red liquid. When it was halfway full, he pulled a rag from his back jean pocket and pressed it to his wrist.

"Go on," he said. "Drink."

I sped over to the table and grabbed the glass, bringing it to my lips. Once the blood hit my tongue, I went to a frenzy, it tasted so good and I drank it slowly, wanting to savor it.

When I finished, I looked to him and he smiled. I shyly smiled and set the glass down. "Thank you. I really am thankful for that."

"No problem, just don't want you to go hurting anyone else."

I smiled and met his eyes again. "What's your name?"

"Matt," he said, holding out a hand. "Welcome."

I shook his hand. "Thanks for welcoming me to Mystic Falls, Matt."

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Please consider reading the rewrite c: It goes by the same title, but the story cover is more zoomed out.