I do not own: Damon, Stefan, Elena, Jeremy, or anyone/anything you recognize.
A lot of you are probably cursing my pen-name for putting up another story while I've already got a few in progress. Well…this idea has been bugging me since Christmas Day so I thought, why not?
Sarah Salvatore
Prologue
1864
"She's playing both of you," Sarah said for the eighth time to her oldest brother Damon. He shook his head with a patronizing smile that clearly said Sarah had no idea what she was talking about and left the Salvatore home. Sarah crossed her arms and huffed angrily. The sixteen year old had tried, once again, to convince her brother that he needed to get away from Katherine Pierce.
2009
Sarah walked into the apartment building and hurried up the first flight of stairs. Once she arrived on the second floor, Sarah went to Room B9 and unlocked it with a small key. The black haired girl tossed her messenger bag onto the small couch and went to the refrigerator, pulling out a water bottle full of blood.
Sitting on the couch, Sarah put her feet up on the little coffee table her oldest brother's friend Lexy had given her a few weeks ago. Lexy had heard the youngest Salvatore was in New York City so she'd decided to drop in and give her a gift.
Technically, the table had been Sarah's since 1999, but the Salvatore had given it to Lexy to use since the woman was settling down with a human man and as an apology gift for almost eating said man. Besides, it wasn't like Sarah couldn't compel someone to give her a new table. Then, out of the blue, Lexy appeared with the table, knowing how much Sarah had liked it and the news that Lexy and her human-turned-vampire boyfriend were going to travel.
She picked up the remote and flipped on the crappy television. The moment she found a good channel, her cell phone rang. Rolling her gray eyes, Sarah answered with a quick, "Yeah?"
"Hey, baby sis." The familiar voice of Damon said from the end of the line.
"Hey, Damon." Sarah replied, almost curiously. Damon usually wasn't the one to initiate a phone call, as far back as Sarah could remember she'd been the one to call Damon three times a month at a minimum.
"So…how's the Big Apple?"
Raising an eyebrow, Sarah turned down the TV, "How'd you know I was in New York?"
"Your friend Hartley called me. Speaking of which, can I ask why you gave him my number?"
"God, don't even get me started on Hartley." Sarah groaned loudly, "He's the reason I had to leave Montana. The guy has no self control whatsoever! Add that to the fact he can't clean up after himself and he's a pain in the butt. Ten bodies found, all drained of blood. Kids at school were already joking about vampires."
Damon laughed quietly, "So, are you going to answer my question?"
"Which one?"
"Do you like New York? I never pegged you for a city kid, Sarah."
Sarah smiled. Ever since they were kids Damon had always had a protective caring streak for her. Sure, Stefan had too but Stefan cared about everyone. Damon, on the other hand, cared about his family and a few close friends. Her oldest brother had always been protective of her and Stefan, but especially her since she was the youngest and the only girl. Under his humor the real question was: Are you okay? "It's alright," she admitted honestly, "It's a real busy place that's for sure."
"Well, how would you like to come back home?"
There was a pause before she replied, "Seriously? Damon, I haven't been there since the Titanic sank." And the only reason she'd returned home was because her father had loved the water. Once she'd heard the news about the disaster she'd taken a stroll down memory lane.
"I know, I know. But…Stefan's here. Again."
Holding back a sound of annoyance, Sarah said, "And what does that have to do with me? Stefan made it very clear the last time I saw him that he never wanted to see me again."
"That's not all that's here, Sarah. There's this girl, Elena Gilbert, she's a dead ringer for Katherine."
Sarah instantly felt the need to hit something. "Damon, please—"
"Katherine died in the tomb, I know that Sarah." The man said in exasperation and frustration, though Sarah swore she heard sadness mixed in. "I just wanna know why they look alike. She's a Gilbert Katherine was a Pierce. Hey, the comet's coming into town again. It hasn't been there since—"
"1864." Sarah sighed quietly before returning to the conversation, "What, you're looking to do some sibling bonding? Damon I haven't even seen you in six years."
"I look exactly the same, twenty bucks says you do too."
"Smart-alec."
"So is that a yes?"
Running a hand over her face Sarah nodded before remembering her brother wasn't with her, "Yeah, I'll be there in a couple days. Bye, Damon."
He hung up after saying a short goodbye.
While she sat on the couch, phone still in hand, Sarah's mind began to wonder. The comet was passing over Mystic Falls again. This Elena Gilbert girl looked like Katherine Pierce. Stefan was in their hometown. Damon was in the town, backing up the fact that Gilbert looked like Katherine.
"This'll sure as hell be interesting." Sarah muttered to herself, turning off the television and going to the small bedroom in the apartment to begin packing.
So, I hope you enjoyed the prologue. More to come. There are several twists I'm throwing in here so it's not exactly like the show's storyline. Reviews more than welcomed!
