Twilight Zone

The bottoms of my ballet flats shuffled across the lawn of the cemetery. I worriedly glanced around, my eyes shifting from tombstone to tombstone. Each name sent a shiver down my spine. The crooked smile plastered to the moon mirrored mine as I came upon my father's tombstone. This entire town seemed like a twilight zone. Countless vampires prowled its grounds, while witches hid their true identities. There was the occasional hybrid that would hunt in the forest near my home.
With a sigh, I sat down next to the tombstone, my head rested against the marble.

Jordan had wandered into the cemetery, searching for some place to sleep. Until he could go to school and various other things, he would not buy his own home - but instead sleep in a crypt. He could sense everything in the area, but something stood out to him - a vampire? It had to be a very young one, he thought - nothing worth his time.... or was it? As he walked through the cemetery, he glanced at all the tombstones - taking in each person's name.

It was sad, it really was - he had created several graveyards himself from his insatiable thirst for blood. A few kilometers away, he could see a girl leaning over a grave - that was it. That girl was the vampire he had sensed, so he walked directly behind her - in complete silence. He knew she was too young to notice him, without him giving himself away - so he decided to clear the silence with his voice.

"So... who is this then? Well other than your name, I meant the tombstone. What was this person to you? A boyfriend....? Oh! How rude of me, I am Jordan Aguillard - vampire. Care to introduce yourselves?"

With that he motioned towards the head marker, and then awaited a reply.

My shoulders tensed at the sudden intrusion of privacy. I casually glanced over to the figure, who introduced himself as Jordan Aguillard. My eyes sparked with curiosity, "Kara Salvatore," I rested my hand on the tombstone.
The memories of the man who had fathered me poured into the crevices of my mind. Flashbacks of swinging on the wooden swing set in our small backyard, all the positives from the short eleven years we had spent together came flooding in all at once.
As soon as the positives were in place, the negative memories were swept in as well.
I was sitting on the windowsill, at the tender age of eleven, waiting for my father. He would always arrive home no earlier than three in the morning. The same excuse would pour from his lips, "A long day at work, Sweetie."
I shook my head free from the depressing memory I had long ago sworn to keep stored away.
I looked down to the tombstone beneath my cold hand, "He was my father, Joseph Salvatore." I smirked at the name that rolled of my tongue like honey.
"He was a great man, at least I think." I shrugged my shoulder with a small chuckle, "He died when I was eleven."

He listened to the girl, let all the personal things flow into him. He placed a hand on her shoulder

"That must have been difficult for you, I am sorry. Get used to it though, everyone dies but you - when you are a vampire, I have centuries of this happening.... it is not great."

His face was full of despair, as usual - as he recalled his old memories.

My eyes burned, before I replaced the grim frown with a small smirk, "Ah, ah, I'm not that young," I silently stood up, "I'm guessing that you're about as old as the Originals," I crossed my arms, "So compared to you, I'm a small child."
The genuine smirk placed on my finely curved lips was replaced with a shattered smile, "New in town?"
I shifted my weight from my left foot to my right. With each second that ticked by, my hypothesis of Mystic Falls being a twilight zone was proven correct.
What are the odds of meeting a vampire in a graveyard at night?

One word stuck in his mind, originals. They were in Mystic Falls? Good, he could kill them until one admitted to changing him all that time ago. He stared at her, his eyes blazing with anger. He spoke, trying to scare her with just his stare.

"Ooo, originals. That sounds fun, I have to meet them soon. And your precious originals are three hundred years older than me, give or take. But yes, I am close to their age - but more brutal than any of them could ever wish to be."

He laughed now, staring at her, his head cocked to the right.

I rolled my eyes at his intense stare, "You can't kill them," I waved my hand in the air, "Try as you wish, but the only weapon that could have killed them has perished."
My eyes grew droopy as the memory of that hopeful day when the town of Mystic Falls had hope that the Originals were to be killed. And just like that, those hopes and dreams were shattered, falling to the cold, cement floor to be crushed further.
"No one can kill them." My eyes were in a far away world before I snapped my head up, "You still haven't answered my question. Are you new in town?"

He took in all that she said, and retaliated at their invincibility. They could die, just as he could - they were just difficult to kill.

"I am not easy to kill either. I have pulled stakes out of my heart, they have no real affect on me - as to my knowledge, yet. But that is one truth, the weapon may be gone - but I can rip their heads off if they get in my way."

She seemed to glorify the originals, which was pathetic. He hated them, because of what they had done to him and they didn't even help him. He learned everything on his own, and for that the originals would pay.

[color=violet]"I just want to visit the original that changed me and abandoned me, so I can slug them. That is all, and yes - I am new. Why does that matter?"[?/color]

My eyes narrowed, "Every new vampire is to report to Damon Salvatore."
My eyebrows rose, "Have you done that yet?" He seemed to be so concerned about the Originals that he wasn't even bothering to worry about his own safety from the vampire hunters dwelling within the town.
"I'll tell you this, though. The Originals live on the outskirts of town."

Damon Salvatore. He was young, yet he had to report to him? That was a bit ridiculous, but he would do so. It was only respectful to do that, so he would comply... eventually.

"The Salvatore pups... I guess I could pay them a visit."

He chuckled at the though, and had that wicked smile on his face - now that he knew where the Originals were. He would stay in town longer though, before he decided to fight the Originals, even if he had to fight them all at once.

I tilted my head, curiosity lurking above, "Why are you so worried about the Originals?"
I saw the wicked smile on his face. Not being able to control myself, I returned the smirk.
"If it's a fight you want, you're going to need back-up," My eyebrows rose, "A lot of back-up. Klaus has an entire army of hybrids in which he has created. Then there's the probability that his siblings are twice as strong as you'll ever be."

He laughed uncontrollably at her - not the only person to ever underestimate him and his power. He got within an inch of her and then ran around her, almost as if he were teleporting to every spot. He threw his voice as he did so.

"The reason I want to meet the vermin is not for you to know, but to find out. As for those filthy hybrids, I can kill them all in a matter of minutes without being touched. They simply moronic mercenaries. And I know for a fact that Damon and Stefan have held their own in fights against the originals, and I am nearly six times their age. Don't tell me I can't do any damage - because I can."

Rolling my eyes I stepped aside, letting him continue his session of circling, "You do not intrigue me. Run around as much as you wish, but that's not going to get you anywhere. Yes, Damon and Stefan have gone up against the Originals, but not without earning a few scars."
My eyes narrowed as I leaned against a random headstone, "Damage is not as much as killing. The key to killing the Originals is to outwit them."
I closed in the space between us, "You have know their every move even before they make it. You have to know their thoughts even if you can't read them. You have to learn their tactics. Everything."

He laughed at her, she was so stubborn and refused to stop glorifying those original bastards. This troubled him as he stopped, right behind her - he was ready to rip her in two. With one quick motion he spun her around and started lecturing her.

"Why the hell are you so bent on glorifying those bastards?!"

I winced at the anger in his tone. My eyes, which were once glimmering with curiosity, grew cold and hardened.
"I was not glorifying them!" I spat at him.
It was quite the opposite. Klaus was creating hybrids, which in turn were tearing up my precious land, as well as the animals that had created habitats within the perimeter. I wanted to tear the Originals to shreds just as badly as he did.
"I want them gone just as much as you do."

He ran his hand through her hair, calming himself down - he didn't need to kill any vampires here. He spoke even more calmly now, almost as if it were a whisper.

"Then don't doubt me Kara, I will sacrifice myself to free all of you. Anyone that is plagued by them. I will keep my promise, even if I don't die - they will. Trust me...."

My eyes grew softer at his sudden whispers. I rested my hand on his shoulder, "Mystic Falls has long been waiting for someone as yourself."
I could see my reflection in his eyes, seeing the sudden sparkle in my eyes, "And I thank you for that."

He gripped her hand, to reassure her that he was telling the truth. He laughed again as he spoke.

"I am a god among mortals, so are the originals. Now it is time to see who deserves to live for another millennium. And I feel lucky...."