My dad was dead, and I was alone.

I couldn't blame anyone but myself for his death. If I had been there sooner I might have been able to save him.

No, I was too late and my father was dead, thus, leaving me here with no one.

I don't have other family to take me in. my grandparents died when I was in diapers. And my father didn't have any other siblings. I also never knew my mother. My father told me it wouldn't be good for me to ever find out about her or meet her. He made me promise that if anything ever happened to him to never under any circumstances to go looking for her.

But, I couldn't make good on my promise. Isobel, that was her name.

That is what brought me here to Mystic Falls. It was said in my research that she had a daughter. Her name, Elena Gilbert. I guess that made me her half sister.

I arrived at Mystic Falls on February 5th 2010. This was the day that was going to meet her. I have a feeling she is nice, beautiful, and perfect in all senses of the words. The name, her name, I don't know, maybe it's just my wishful thinking.

My wish was that she would accept me. That, her family would accept me, take me in and make me one of their own. I mean, even if I am her half sister, they're still my family too, right?

Mystic Falls is a fairly small place. All I had to do was ask where the Gilbert residence was and then I was off.

I sat in my car, a few feet away from her house. I don't know why I was just sitting here, surveying everything. You could say I was a little nervous. Okay, extremely! I mean, how do you just walk up to someone and introduce yourself as their sister?

I contemplated just running up there and ringing the doorbell, seeing her for the first time and running off. Sure she'd think I was a lunatic and probably run the next time I met her, but, at least I would have gotten a look at her, right?

I also thought about taking the chicken way out and writing her a note. I didn't know for sure what I would put in it. Maybe just tell her about me, about our mother. What if our mother was in there, right now, in her happy life with her perfect daughter, without me?

To be honest, I wouldn't doubt it, nor would I blame her or our mother for being happy while I was still grieving over my father. It wasn't like it was either of their faults.

As I sat in the car and stared at the burgundy colored door, I tried to imagine what she might look like. I wondered if she looked like me. If she had the same deep chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair as me? I wondered if we even had the similar voices. Mine wasn't squeaky, it was smooth and monotone. It was soothing I guess, at least, that's what my dad had told me.

He told me a lot of things. But now, they all seem like…a lie. He never told me about my sister. He never even talked about my mother! I didn't know if it was because he didn't know about Elena or if it was just because he didn't want to talk about mom. Either way, I couldn't help the feeling of betrayal deep inside that was eating away at my father's memory.

I took a deep breath, and looked in the rearview mirror one last time, mesmerizing my face so I could compare me and Elena. With that, I opened my car door and stepped out onto the gravel pavement.

I stood in front of the burgundy door. My stomach felt like it was going to fall out of my body and my mouth was so dry that I wasn't sure if I'd be able to talk to her or not. I wasn't even sure if I could really do this.

I had turned halfway from the door, towards my car in case I changed my mind.

I was so scared and worried about being rejected that I turned, almost all the way before the door opened.

There stood a tall boy with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was gorgeous. He smiled down at me, a genuine, but unsure smile. He looked, friendly. He didn't resemble me, so, I wasn't sure if we were related or not, but, right now, he wasn't who I wanted to see.

"hey." he said with a hesitant voice. His voice was smooth and monotone. "you looking for someone?" he asked before I could get too sucked into his voice. I tried to smile, I even tried to speak, but, nothing would come out.

He looked at me, a hint of concern in his voice as he asked, "are you okay? Did you need something?"

I tried, I really did. My mouth gaped a couple times as I tried to form the right words. But, as I was beginning to form a sentence, a loud voice came from further inside. My heart stopped.

"Jeremy who is it?" she yelled, the mystery woman. I couldn't concentrate any longer. That had to be her. She sounded young, her voice was sweet and kind. I could swear I heard a small resemblance to mine. That had to be her, that has to be…"Elena?"

I didn't know I had said her name, I wasn't even sure if he heard it, but, I couldn't help but stare behind him, wishing she would show her face.

A girl with dark eyes and dark hair made her way beside the boy. She was absolutely beautiful. She was just how I had imagined. Perfect. My eyes stared into hers as she stared back sheepishly. I was sure I was making a fool of myself. As that thought came to mind, I shook my head, shaking away the daze I was under. I looked at the ground, trying to compose myself and think about what I was going to say.

I settled for , "hi." my voice was small, I wasn't sure if either heard, but, they both smiled.

"hi." said, who I assumed to be Elena, "are you here for someone?" she asked, and then turned to look at Jeremy as if for conformation.

"yeah…" I was again in a daze as I caught her eyes again. "I…I'm…" I couldn't say it. My throat was so dry, I felt as if I had been out of water for days. My knees were weak, I was surprised I was standing this long.

"Isobel…" I said a little louder, hoping she would understand. Her eyes widened. She looked a little terrified. Had I said something wrong? "she's my…" I looked around, trying to get the words out. They were a little over a whisper. But, I could tell Elena was listening as if her life depended on it.

"my mother." Jeremy looked completely confused as he looked between me and Elena. But, Elena just looked shocked, as if she couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Isobel's…you mother?" she breathed in utter disbelief. She looked as if she might fall over if someone gave her the smallest of pushes. Elena's eyes began to rome over me. She must have been comparing, much like I found myself doing at the exact same time.

She shook her head as if when she found something she tried to disown the thought. I noted the similarities quickly. The same eyes, though shaped differently the slightest, and the same mouth. I figured it was something we got from our mother. Maybe…

Maybe she really was my…my…sister.

"yes, Isobel's my…mother." I breathed, still looking over her. "I guess that…makes us sisters?" I almost questioned. Elena shook her head once again as if trying to shake the whole thing away.

"What's your name?" Elena asked quietly. She seemed like she was coming out of her shock enough to finally ask questions.

"Rayne." I said, my voice was just a whisper, "Rayne Isobel Sanders." I smiled slightly, I still couldn't believe that I was finally meeting her. The sister I found out that I had, after I thought I had no one, four weeks ago.

"can't believe…" Elena almost choked out as she gripped her shirt tightly. We had both forgotten Jeremy standing there. He looked like he understood. He must know who our mother is, which meant, he knew that me and Elena were half-sisters.

Elena closed her eyes, trying to clear her head, took deep long breaths before she smiled, a few hints of tears in her eyes before she moved out of the way.

"would, you like to…come in?" she asked a little unsure of my answer. She seemed like she wasn't sure if she wanted it to be a yes or no.

I just nodded before walking hesitantly into the large house. It was beautiful, and big. Completely different from my home back in Valmont, Virginia. My house would probably take up her living room and kitchen and that's all. I looked around, catching everything in the house. The stairs, the hard wooden floors.

I looked back at Elena, who was now staring intently at me. She was scrutinizing me, I could tell, as if she wasn't 100% sure if I was lying or not. She held her hand out, gesturing for us to walk into the living room.

I followed slowly, still taking in every detail. She sat on the light couch at the very end and looked down. Her hands rubbed her knees nervously.

I followed suit, sitting at the other end while Jeremy walked into the kitchen, I guessed, giving us some privacy. I was kind of thankful for that, I didn't really need an audience for this.

Taking a few quick breathes, Elena turned towards me with a determent and slightly wary demeanor.

"How'd you find out about…Isobel. " she looked down as she said her name, almost breathing it out. I wasn't sure why she said it like that, but, I wasn't going to worry about that now.

"after…my dad…" I looked down, fighting the tears that were sure to come. It had only been a couple days over a month that I had found him dead. It was so fresh, it still hurt so badly to talk about it. "after my dad…died…I found out…I went looking for her…but I found out about…" I looked up then and gestured towards herself, I chewed my bottom lip and looked at her expectantly.

"I'm sorry about your father." she said sincerely as she hesitantly took my hand to comfort me. It was sweet, she was sweet. I couldn't believe how right my fantasies were about her. She was, so kind that it was almost scary. Though, I never really like the sympathy crap, it was…comforting coming from her.

I stared at our hands and then to her. She seemed a little unfazed about the sudden touch, I guess that was a good thing. I gave her a appreciative smile and nodded, "thanks." I said quietly. I wasn't use to this, having someone care.

There was no one there for me after my dad died. No one at the funeral. My dad was a quiet guy, he only went to work and never socialized. He spent all of his time with me, taking care of me. I was his life, and he was mine.

Now that he's dead, it's like…I am too, somehow. But, even in this small moment with Elena, I felt, alive. For the first time after my father's death I felt like maybe there was actually something worth living for. Someone worth living for again. At least, I hope.

And just like that, her hand was gone and she stood up. She turned to the back of the couch. I was completely confused, not to mention a little hurt. I stared at where her hand use to be. My hand now feeling cold, and I was once again empty.

AN: well, I hope you liked it. It's my very first VD fanfic! I hope it's okay. I wanted it to be good. Tell me if you think I went a little over board on her emotions or if you liked where I went or not. Keep in mind she's a little lost right now, and lonely. Finding out she has a sister after loosing the only family she ever had really did a number on her. She's a little needy right now, so, I guess that's why her thoughts are a little clingy. Hope you enjoyed!

I promise Damon is in the next chapter! Just wait, it'll be good, trust me. I hope you enjoyed this first chappy! Tell me if you think I should continue or not. I'd love to keep this going, but, if no one agrees be sure to tell me so I know. I also would love to her your opinions and tell me some idea's or whatever you have. I'd love to have my readers involved in my work, it'd would be much more fun to write!

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