AN: So this will be the only long AN I write. This is my first story so I have no clue what I am doing but let's see what happens. I would greatly appreciate constructive criticism. Keyword being constructive so if it sucks, please explain why. So I won't be one of those authors who are review hungry I just need a few to let me know if I should continue writing.
This is set in season two Caroline has been turned and they are trying to kill Katherine. I have no real timeline for this. I really am pulling this out of my ass. A lot of things won't match up to the story/ tv show. Just go with it I am usually aware my facts are incorrect but I like them that way. I have no beta so if grammar sucks sorry!
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The Other Petrova
Chapter One: The Portrait
Elena's POV
Caroline, Bonnie, Stephan, and Elena were all in the boarding house's attic. And by attic I mean the dustiest museum in all of Mystic Falls, Elena thought.
Bonnie was in a corner of cobwebs looking through books older than Stephan and Damon combined. Caroline was doing her best to stay occupied by looking through old… well not costumes but definitely outdated outfits.
"Stephan, when did you possibly have use for this little number." Caroline said holding up a tiny go-go girl dress from the sixties.
"Just toss it." Stephan said, while glancing sideways toward Elena.
Elena just rolled her eyes and kept sorting through drawings and paintings Stephan and Damon had collected throughout the years.
Elena was amazed at all the things she'd seen up here- the portraits of Damon in his Confederate uniform, the gray-blue color bringing out his baby blues perfectly; the one of Stephan looking exactly like the rich nobleman he was. There were some of Katherine and Giuseppe, also.
Caroline sighed, breaking Elena out of her trance. "Where is Damon? It's his house, too; he should come clean up some of this junk!"
"He's Damon, Caroline, I don't expect much." Bonnie replied in a monotone voice, not moving from her spot in the mountains of book she was surrounded by.
"Well, I can hardly breathe up here. So we are going to send him up while we make a food run," Caroline decided. She then proceeded to drag Bonnie from her spot and pull her toward the stairs.
"Why am I going? I would rather not be anywhere near Damon." Bonnie stated in what was her usual bitchy voice these days. At least she didn't state the obvious to Caroline- that she didn't need to breathe or eat.
"Exactly, so you don't mind giving him an aneurysm when he refuses. 'sides, I'm bored," she pouted. Then she continued to drag a less unwilling witch down the stairs to make Damon's blood vessels explode.
"Be careful!" Elena shouted at them. She was always worrying these days. It had been too quiet these past couple of hadn't seen hide nor hair from Katherine in exactly thirteen days. Thirteen had never been a lucky number for Elena.
She and Stephan sorted through the two hundred years of history in a comfortable silence.
Elena, after about five minutes, came across a painting. A portrait - of a beautiful girl. Beautiful wasn't exactly right word to describe the girl with gold skin, sparkling dark-chocolate eyes so much like her own and hair that was goldish/brownish to match. This portrait was unlike the other she saw. She was smiling, for one thing. Her eyes danced with childlike mischief but her smile was one of love- which was so different then the other portraits. None of the others smiled.
Elena being the Nancy Drew she was couldn't help but wonder. She wonders who she was. Why is she smiling? Who is she smiling at? Why is there a portrait of her in the attic?
She glanced back at the picture thinking about the girl's eyes. They looked so familiar to her; she wondered where she had seen them before.
"Stephan, who is she?" Elena said and held up the picture.
Stephan stopped sorting through his box of things and looked up. He looked surprised to see her picture. Then he looked so sad.
"That's Sophie," he said evenly. "She claimed to be Katherine's little sister at the time. I completely forgot about her. I was so wrapped up in Katherine at the time I never paid attention to her." He stopped a minute. "There is another picture of her in the corner of the library."
"Is she alive? Maybe she can help us kill Katherine." Thoughts and plans started swirling in Elena's head. She decided to ignore the sister part because they looked nothing alike, and she'd done a lot of reading on Katherine these last few day and decided it wasn't possible. But, if she could claim to be a sister of Katherine, then maybe she would know Katherine's weakness.
"I haven't seen her since the night Katherine played dead in 1864... Ask Damon. Sophie and he were very close. They were as good of friends as you, Caroline, and Bonnie. Only they liked to cause more trouble." Stephan smiled a bit at the memory.
"Damon was friends with a girl who looks no older than 14?" Elena knew Damon was a flirt and a pervert, but the girl just looked so innocent. Though it was normal for girls her age to be married to men much older, she supposed. Elena had just never pictured Damon thinking that way.
"I heard my name." Damon sauntered in, smirking.
"Took you long enough," Stephan said. Then he handed him a box and said, "Here, clean; you know, things I always have to do for you."
Damon rolled his eyes and looked over at Elena. "What have you got there, Elena?" He said, stressing all three syllables of her name.
"What can you tell me about her, Damon?" Elena said and held up the portrait of who she now knew was Sophie Petrova.
Damon's baby blues went big, he took in a ragged breathe, then he kind of spaced out.
"Damon?"
Damon's POV
Flashback to 1864. The day of the portrait being painted.
"Sophia Mayra Pierce! I am going to take the sweetest revenge on you!" Damon growled at the giggling girl.
"Come now, Damon, you should know by now not start trouble with me. I always win these games. This must be tiring for you; why don't you just go to the library, have a drink, read a book, and relax your aging bones." Sophie said, trying and failing at not laughing.
"First, you ruin my good shirt by 'accidentally' spilling milk on it, and now you mock my age. Which, by the way, is only eight years your senior," Damon said, smirking, knowing she was about to go through what he thought was one of her most adorable little tantrums.
She stomped her tiny little foot and scowled at him. "Oh, you!" she growled. (You should try not to put sound effects in dialogue.) "You know very good and well it is my birthday, you insufferable trouble maker! Or did you forget the reason I even have milk out?" she growled at him.
"Ah, yes, today is you birthday. How could I have forgotten? So you are, how old? Twelve?" he said, while trying to stick his finger in the batter.
Sophie then hit him with a spoon. "I am fifteen, you annoying tick. And because I am fifteen, you can no longer treat me like a little girl. I am a woman. I get to dance at parties with men. I can marry, have children. I can start school to become a teacher or a nurse." She smiled at all the possibilities the world now had for her.
Damon, on the inside, frowned a little at the thought. His Sophie, his little kitten, is now eligible to belong to some other man. With a girl as beautiful as her, she could be married off in a matter of weeks.
Damon was not fond of the thought that he would no longer have to someone to play games and break rules with; that someone won't be there to comfort him when Katherine chooses Stephan's bed.
On the outside, he smiled at his little kitten. She was so happy. It was probably the only time around here that she had everyone's attention.
Katherine and Emily were out now picking up a specially made dress for her party tonight; Father was picking up a necklace that was designed to go with the dress, and Stephan was making sure the decorators and staff were following orders.
Damon's job was to keep her happy and make sure she gets to the garden to pose for a portrait Father wanted of her.
"I will treat you like a woman when you look like one, darling," he said while pulling the white bow in her hair.
"Stop, you horrid man," she said, while testing her batter.
"Ah, you do make the most delectable chocolate cake," he said, after he licked the batter clean from his finger.
"Damon Salvatore, I'm going to…,"
"Change right now for your painting," Emily said, interrupting her.
"Oh, Emily, your back, can I see the dress pleeeeeease?" Sophie made a face that was a cross semblance between a teddy bear and a puppy.
"How do you always know what you shouldn't?" Emily lightly scolded.
"Because she is my sister. I would have nothing less than the most intelligent sister," Katherine said in a sultry voice as she made her grand entrance into the kitchen.
"Katherine, may I please wear the dress for my painting today? Oh, please sister," Sophie begged to her sister.
Katherine simply smiled. Smiled, not smirked. These are the moment that Damon loves about her. She can be seductive and take up all the light in a room and reflect it on herself, and then the next moment, she can be sweet and fun-loving.
"Emily, finish baking the cake for Sophie while she dresses. Sophie I will be up to help you in a moment," Katherine commanded.
"Thank you, Sister, Emily." Damon felt ignored.
So he, of course, reminded her of his presence.
"Ahem," Damon coughed.
"When you leave the presence of a possible male suitor, you should always bid him goodbye, Sophie." Katherine smirked. She found the only thing that made her sister imperfect – her complete lack of society rules in Damon presence – funny.
Sophie then took her lilac lace dress and curtsied a curtsy as graceful as a dancer.
"Damon," she said, as she peaked through her eyelashes at him. Perfect manners for the rich society girl – woman she now was. Then she walked into the foyer and up the grand staircase leading to her bedroom.
…
"Katherine!"
"Katherine!" Sophie called, while sticking her head out the door of her room.
Damon, of course, being next to her room, could her loud and clear. Although, I'm pretty sure the gardeners at the Forbes place could hear her loud and clear, Damon thought.
"I thought kittens were silent," Damon said, as he walked out into the hallway. He was met with the sight of Sophie dressed in only a shift and untied corset.
If Damon were not in love with Katherine and had given her every fiber of his soul, he would have noticed that Sophie's breasts were much rounder and larger than all the other women her age in Mystic falls. He would have seen her long blonde-brown hair that was brushed perfectly straight and just covered her bottom; what Rapunzel wished hers looked like. He would have seen that she had the most curvaceous body that every man in man in Mystic falls would lust for.
But Damon was already too deep in the sea of Katherine and was drowning in it.
"Sophie, stop your yelling, I need a nap before your big party tonight," Damon whined.
"I need help with my corset."
"If I help, you will you please stop yelling?" Damon offered.
She nodded her consent and braced herself with the bedpost.
Normally, this would be a crime considered so heinous that Damon and Sophie would be burnt at the stake. But, it was Damon and Sophie – rules didn't apply to them. Their friendship was pure. All they wanted was the other's acceptance and company, which they each received and gave ample amounts of.
She makes the cutest little gasping noises, Damon thought as he laced up her corset.
"I will never understand how women breathe in these things. I am doing them a favor by being a scoundrel and unlacing them," Damon spoke.
"We don't breathe, that's how," Sophie replied breathlessly.
"There, all done. You go make yourself pretty while I take a nap," Damon said, and walked over to her bed and promptly fell asleep.
"I knew you only helped me to get into my bed, you worthless dog," Sophie said, giggling – the last thing Damon heard before he fell asleep.
…
When he woke up, he saw Emily helping Sophie step into her shoes.
"Hmmmm. I must still be dreaming. For, there are no angels waiting for me when I wake. But, tell me, angel, where may my Sophie be. You see, she has the best cooking out of all others; she acts like a child but is a woman. She sings, too; perhaps since you're an angel, you have heard her," Damon said wittingly. Sophie just giggled her adorable little head off.
Little did she know, that is exactly what she looked like with her white and gold-trimmed gown. Her hair was done up with elaborate braids with pearls woven into them.
"Save your charms for my sister, you fool," Sophie replied.
"Woman, I am not a fool," Damon said, and chased her all the way outside and into the garden.
Then, she sat down in a chair and her painter appeared; she recreated the smile she had on the whole time, because she knew once the painting was signed, she and Damon were going to play a Petrova favorite pastime:
Tag.
AN: So that the first chapter. I plan on this being a long story. Feel free to contribute ideas as to what you want to happen I have a plan kinda sorta but it can easily change. Also incase you were wondering about Sophie. All will be revealed about her later, why she is called kitten, why she breaks rules but is still innocent, if she is even a pierce/Petrova. Don't worry I just want to keep you reading!
Thanks for reading!