Okay so I stopped reading the TVD books cause I wasn't as into them as all the other L.J. Smith series I've read and I'm changing a little bit—okay, well a lot.

There are some things about the species that will be different—my slayers are a little different too—but I hope you guys like this anyway.

WARNINGS: Language, Blood, Violence, Gore, Sex, Dark Themes



"No, no, no, no, no!" She cried, tucking her dark hair behind her ears frantically and trying to catch her breath.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen—this wasn't how her reunion with him was supposed to go. Stefan looked up at her, pain etched across his features and he wasn't sure what she was doing when she bared her wrist to him but suddenly he knew…he knew and he couldn't do that. He had spent so long off of blood that wasn't animal blood and he couldn't do this to her—he couldn't do this to himself.

"Please just drink." She said softly, Stefan understanding the fondness in her voice. "Please—it'll be like old times."

Stefan took in a breath even though it was difficult for him. "I'm not 100% fond of the old times."

"Me neither but come on…just do it." She whispered before she bit her wrist and put it back in front of his face, the scent of blood filling up his nostrils.

Renae Carlington woke up with a start and ran her fingers through her dark hair, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her nerves. It had been a long time since she had seen Stefan, and she definitely didn't want her meeting with him to be him getting hurt and her having to have him drink her blood. There were so many questions plaguing her mind though, and she shook the thoughts away to get up and get dressed.

It was hard to be back in the world after everything that had happened to her, but Renae had been coping. She had been dead once upon a time and brought back as a Spirit, and now she was trying to be involved in life. In fact she'd been in Mystic Falls parading as a new student since the very end of the last school year and she wasn't quite sure what to do now—not when the dreams were coming back.

"Just pull yourself together, Renae." She whispered to herself, brushing her hair as she looked at the clothes hanging in her closet deciding what to wear on her first day of school this particular school year.

She just put a smile on her face and got ready to go, getting herself some breakfast and leaving her empty house. There really wasn't much for her here, nor was there much for her to do, but she knew that was the way it had to be. Something was coming to Mystic Falls and she had to be ready for it…she had to be able to do her part this time like she couldn't before.


Aaliyah Grey took a deep breath as she looked at the class schedule in her hand, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes and then looking around. It was early and yet the school still seemed to be pretty busy, Aaliyah looking around to see if she could find who she was looking for. She was only 18, but at the same time she had a job to do and she wasn't going to just sit around and wait for something to come to her—she was pro active.

She was a slayer, and with that responsibility and training, she was somehow able to live at least a semblance of a normal life. The slayers before her had their own side agenda and it was her turn to take that over—her turn to be sure the forces had led her in the right direction. They had never led her astray before, but she was also skeptical: why would the Salvatore brothers risk coming back here?

"You must be new." Caroline Forbes said pleasantly, extending her hand out to Aaliyah. "I'm Caroline."

Aaliyah smiled and shook her hand. "Aaliyah."

"That's a pretty name." Caroline gushed, and then she looked up to see Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennett and made an apologetic face at Aaliyah. "I need to rush off, but welcome to Mystic Falls!"

"Thank you." Aaliyah told her politely, smiling a little and then shaking her head as she saw the blonde rush over to the other girls and wrap one of the brunette's in a big hug.

She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew in an instant that she could sense a vampire…and something else familiar. Looking up, Aaliyah saw one of the vampires that she had come into town to hunt, nodding a little and heading to her locker because she knew not to confront him right there in school. There was a time and place for that, and Aaliyah had a plan.

Another thing about being a slayer was that Aaliyah had a lot of memories from the ones before her. Damon Salvatore had killed the three before her and his image was ingrained in her mind…but so was the image of the girl that was down the row of lockers from her. She looked almost exactly the same, and yet Aaliyah knew that the girl before wasn't a vampire…neither was the familiar looking girl that Caroline had hugged before.

"Talk about weird." Aaliyah said to herself.

She set to putting her books in her locker and then she looked up just in time to see a look cross the girls' face and she hid in a nearby classroom. Stefan had started down the hall in her general direction and she had hid, Aaliyah raising her eyebrows and heading for the classroom. It was amazingly her homeroom anyway, and she wanted to understand what was going on—want to know how this girl was here.


Renae closed her eyes as Stefan passed the classroom she had hidden in, shaking her head and biting her lip—how could he be there? What was he doing back in Mystic Falls? She had to admit that part of her had been hoping that someday he would return, but what was the point? This was definitely she 'something big' that she had known was coming and how could she just ignore that he was here? She was most likely going to have a class with him…she should skip…except she had hidden in her homeroom classroom and her teacher was in it.

"I have to go." Renae voiced lamely, and headed out, running into Aaliyah. "I'm so sorry."

With that, Renae hurried in the opposite direction Stefan had gone, Aaliyah making up her mind to follow her. She knew it would unnerve her, but Aaliyah really didn't feel like she had a choice in the matter and quickened her pace. Once outside she called to Renae, who slowed down and turned around, surprised that the girl had followed her, but willing to listen to what she had to say.

"I really am sorry I practically ran you over." Renae said, tucking some hair behind her ears. "I just had to get out of the school."

Aaliyah nodded slowly. "Because of Stefan?"

"How…how do you know Stefan?" Renae asked her, astonishment crossing all of her features.

"We have a lot to talk about." Aaliyah said simply, pointing to the parking lot. "Shall we?"


Damon understood that there was a slayer tailing him and Stefan and though he had his own agenda, he knew he had to warn Stefan. Stefan was his brother and rival or not, it wasn't fair of Damon to just let his brother die without giving him a fair fight. So he headed to the house that he and Stefan used to live in together with their father all those years ago, and he settled himself in.

When he felt like he was composed and like he knew what the next step was, it was dark out and he had been wandering everywhere. He'd even stopped to get himself a drink from a human girl that was attractive enough but didn't matter to him, and then he'd seen her. She was in the cemetery and she looked over in his direction, nodding at him and taking a couple of steps towards him.

"Damon Salvatore." She said with a nod. "I've been looking for you."

Damon smirked and shrugged. "Well now you've found me, but it won't do you any good, Aaliyah."

"How do you know my name?" Aaliyah asked, fear on her face.

"I know a lot more about you than you think I do—I know you talked with Renae today. How are you two going to explain your little partnership to the teenagers at school?" Damon teased as he assessed the girl in front of him.

She was young, but she was strong, and he knew that come the time they actually fought it out, she would be a challenge. Aaliyah wasn't like the others and yet Damon couldn't help but feel a slight pang of hatred for her and the feeling was mutual. Damon had destroyed almost everything he had ever laid his hands on, and Aaliyah's family had been one of those. Besides, she could still remember the pleasure in his eyes from memories of the slayers before her that he had killed for sport.

"This isn't the time nor place." Aaliyah said simply. "Why are you here?"

Damon raised his eyebrows. "Why are you giving me an out?"

"You'll understand in time." Aaliyah replied and then she looked at the grave by her feet only to look up and see Damon gone.

Note: There you have it! Chapter one and it has a lot in it! There will be a lot of flashbacks, and lots of explanations, and lots of drama and angst and yeah…I hope you guys enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated!