She was invisible, she had been since she turned up, she used to be close to her brothers but now they had disappeared from her life. But she was used to it, she managed to occupy herself. He on the other hand, was always there for his family, his morals made him an ideal man, yet he was sick of fighting his brothers in order to win a girl's hand. However, meeting her, made him want to throw away everything that he had thought of himself, and his promise of not fighting his brothers in order to have her on his arm, until fate intervened.

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Chapter 1

1864

"Oh, Miss Salvatore I am so sorry for your loss." Yet another weeping woman told her, hugging the young girl tightly. Two men stood behind her, all of them were dressed in black, with both of the women wearing black veils over their faces.

"Thank you, Mrs Lockwood." The girl told her, letting go of the woman as the older man, Major Lockwood, gave her a soft hug, just as the other man, who looked slightly older than the girl gave her a hug and kissed her hand.

"If you ever need me, my love, I'm here for you." The man told her, kissing her hands.

The girl nodded. "Thank you, George."

"If there is anything that we could do, then please Charlotte, don't hesitate to ask. In fact come over tomorrow, and have supper at the Lockwood mansion, tomorrow." The woman told her.

"Um, no thank you ma'am, if I'm honest, I just want to go home and spend some time getting used to being on my own."

"Ah, if that's what you want dear." The woman told her. "Well, we had best get home, do you want George to walk you home?"

"Um, no, I'm just going to stay a little longer." Charlotte smiled weakly, watching the woman nod, though she looked disgruntled at Charlotte's refusal, but she left her on her own as she and the men walked away.

Charlotte watched them leave, before she looked back at her father's grave. "I love you papa." She whispered to herself, kissing her fingers and placing them onto the gravestone. "Don't ever leave me."

She stayed there for a few minutes, before she headed home, walking through the lamp lit streets, eventually coming to the driveway of the Salvatore Mansion. When she got to the stairs that led up to the doors of the mansion, she sighed to herself, to her the house seemed lifeless, and in the truth, it was yet it wasn't anything new. Since a mysterious vampire girl appeared, everything had turned cold and lifeless, her father, her brothers, her belongings, the house, even the flowers that had once stood proud in her mother's garden had fallen to death and decay. She had wept many times for the loss of her once happy and carefree house, so many times that she now couldn't cry at all. She let out a sigh, before she hitched up her dress and descended upon the wooden steps, each one creaking under her weight, and the wood of the veranda wasn't much quieter. However getting into the house, she relished in the silence, after ensuring that the door was locked and bolted, she picked up a candle that stood by the door and set it alight, before she walked up the large staircase towards her room. Resting the candleholder upon her dressing table, she set about getting changed out of her mourning clothes and into a fresh white night dress. As she picked up her candleholder once more, she caught sight of the three pictures that it lit up. They were only miniature portraits, done with specialised charcoal, and put into special frames that her father had, order to be made for her. The pictures were of each of her two brothers – Damon and Stefan Salvatore – and her father – Giuseppe Salvatore. She gently touched each picture with her little finger, before she walked over to the large iron four poster bed, and put the candleholder on her nightstand, folding back her blankets and sliding into bed. As she settled down to rest her head onto her pillow and sleep, she took one look at the candle that was her only source of heat and light and blinked watching it go out and plunge her into cold darkness, where she simply fell into a soothing sleep.

Modern Day

Well, here I am, after over one hundred years, I've come back to my hometown. Mystic Falls. It's changed quite a lot since I was last here, though I expect that it would have changed from horse drawn carts to motorised engines. I got here last night, and found an old motel, out of the way of everyone, literally. And it was one of the easiest places to get into, all I had to do was park my car outside of a room, grab a key from a compelled secretary and then tadah, I was now sitting on a bed in some dingy motel. If I was completely honest, if someone asked why I came back, then I would simply shrug, because the truth is I really don't know why I have come back. I mean, I could go out into the sun, I could kick ass anywhere in the world, and yet I chose Mystic Falls. The one place where my nightmare started, the one place where I lost everything. And yet, I feel like I have to be here, like there is something that I need to do. I have no idea what, but that is what it feels like. I looked over at the small holdall that stood on the bed beside me, and I pulled open the zipper. I didn't carry many things around with me, but those things that I did carry, were important to me. I stood up and took great care in emptying the contents of my luggage onto my bed, going through it all in my head to ensure that I hadn't forgotten anything before I came here. Hairbrush. Toothbrush and paste. My journal. A couple of changes of clothes, for night and day. My mother's grimoire. And my most prized possession, my photo album.

When I was fully unpacked and everything was put into a specific place in my room, I sat back down on the bed and pulled my photo album onto my lap. Carefully opening it, I found the first pictures, which were dated 1864. There were the portraits of my brothers and father, that used to stand tall upon my dressing table, some pictures of all of us together and then they changed. Nearing the end of the period of the 1800's there were more pictures of me with other people, it was a fairly large sized group of us. I was seated along with another girl beside me and we were surround by three men who stood behind us, we all looked happy and satisfied. I read the caption underneath with fondness.

'Back Row (left to right): ELIJAH MIKAELSON, KOL MIKAELSON, and NIKLAUS MIKAELSON

Seated (left to right): REBEKAH MIKAELSON, CHARLOTTE SALVATORE-MIKAELSON'

I touched each of the faces in longing happiness, the Mikaelson's were my closest friends and family. I heard that they were causing trouble in this part of the world, so in a way I guess you could say that, that was why I had come back, to get a piece of the action. But at the moment, I wasn't interested in finding them, all I wanted was to relax. I'd been driving for days, to get from Moscow, Russia, which was where I had been hiding for the past decade, to Mystic Falls. I looked over the picture that was at the end of my 1864 chapter in my album, and then closed it as gently as I had opened it, putting it onto the bedside table, I slid on some shoes and my jacket, before I grabbed my car keys and room key and left, locking the door behind me and I flashed down to my car. Looking over my pristine charcoal grey car, I smiled to myself. It was the latest Ford Fiesta, straight out of the factory and it worked like a dream. It was my pride and joy, well besides my photo album. As I slid into the leather seat, I thought about where I could go in this small little town, I was still pondering this when I was driving down the highway and reached the town centre of this quaint little town. Eventually, after driving around in what seemed like circles, I pulled into a parking lot outside of a building known as the Mystic Grill. It seemed like the good place to get a drink, and that was what I had planned to do that night.

I shut off the engine and the lights and sat back in my seat for a few minutes, checking that I had money in my purse, before I got out of the car and walked up to the front doors. I moved aside to let a couple walk out, he was tall, well built, pale, with messy dark brown hair and the same coloured eyes, whilst she was smaller but looked older, with dark hair cut into a bob and dark skin. I refused myself to look at them, knowing that bloodlust would win me over and I would blow my 'cover' of the average American Girl that I had spent so long to uphold. Walking inside the Grill, it was ablaze with activity and the sound of laughter and chatter which came from people. Yet her ears became attuned to the sound of heartbeats, and breathing, which she fought to ignore as she walked over to the bar, perching herself on a seat, feeling her legs dangle over the edge of the barstool.

"Can I get you a drink?"

Charlotte looked up to find a guy with broad shoulders, blonde hair and deep blue eyes set into a very manly face looking at her. Judging by his uniform, and the fact that he was on the other side of the bar, he was one of the people who worked here.

"Vodka and Coke please." Charlotte told him, he looked surprised when her accent came across with a thick Russian accent.

"Sorry, I'm going to need to see some ID, before I serve you." He seemed happy with the driving license that Charlotte showed him, and he started to make her the drink that she wanted.

"Thank you." She smiled at him, when he put her drink in front of her, when she handed the money over, he left her alone, going to serve other customers.

Charlotte sat there staring at her drink for a while, before she took sips from it, deep in thought about what was happening around here. She was so deep in thought, she didn't notice the eyes which bore into the back of her head from across the Grill. Those eyes, were those of a pretty blonde, who was sat with a group of men, she looked curious at the girl who sat at the bar, nursing a drink, she had heard the way that the girl spoke, but she couldn't be sure if she knew her.

"Rebekah, are you even listening?" One of the men asked, looking at the girl, his voice causing her to lose her train of thought and look back at him.

"Kol, you were telling me about some girl that you had met in the gym, forgive me if I fall asleep due to the boredom." The girl told him, looking at the brother who had spoken.

"Now, now you two, let us not start another heated debate." Another man told the two as he took a sip of his drink. He was the only one of the group wearing a suit, he looked very smart and dapper.

"Oh Elijah, let them have a spat, it would be very amusing." The final man told his brother, he had very rugged look about him and a thick British accent which was to die for.

"Actually everyone, look at the bar, does anyone see the girl with brunette hair, doesn't she look familiar?" Rebekah asked them.

All of the men looked over at the girl, and they watched as she shot back the rest of her drink, before she got up and she tuned to leave, each of their mouths dropping as they saw who it was, before they watched her leave.

"Was that?" Kol asked.

"I think it was…" Klaus told him, and he looked dumbstruck.

"Charlotte Salvatore." Elijah breathed.

When he said her name, Rebekah and Klaus stood up, putting their jackets on as Kol and Elijah finished their drinks and they all walked out of the room in time to see Charlotte's car pull out and drive back towards the motel.

"I say that we all follow her, if it is her, she deserves to be with her family." Kol told them.

"I can't believe that it might actually be her, I mean we've thought that she was dead for years." Rebekah told them as they walked in the direction that the car had gone in.

"Then I suggest that we find out everything about her." Klaus told them.

"Well, I'm following her." Kol then whooshed away, leaving his siblings in the middle of the car park, before Rebekah gave them a giggle and ran off after her brother. Elijah and Klaus looked at each other, before they sighed and followed their siblings. When they all met up again, they were standing in the car park of the motel that Charlotte was staying in. they watched, hidden in the shadows, as Charlotte parked at the far end of the car park, since there wasn't any other places to park, and she got out and locked her car, walking towards her motel room, and then they all decided to fan out. Klaus got ahead of her, and he stopped a little bit away, she wasn't able to fully make out her face, but it got her to stop, as she turned around, Kol was stood the same distance away as Niklaus, only he was behind her and Rebekah and Elijah stood on either side. Charlotte looked between them all, and she turned to look at Niklaus when she heard him speak.

"Begin."

That was all the hybrid needed to say, before the siblings all ran at Charlotte, and they all looked about to hit her but before they could, an invisible force pushed them all back so that they hit the ground.

They all got up laughing, looking over at Charlotte who had almost reached hysterical laughter.

"Charlotte!" They all chorused, hugging her in turn, when she got to Elijah and Rebekah their hug was longer and much tighter.

"We thought that you were dead." Kol told her.

"I thought you all were too." Charlotte told them, as they walked up to her room, looking around the room when they got in.

"How long have you been living in here?" Elijah asked when they were all inside.

"Since this morning." Charlotte told them, putting her jacket on the back of her chair, before she turned a light on and closed the dingy curtains.

"Well, pack your things away, you're coming to live in the Mikaelson Mansion." Klaus told her, and he opened up her holdall. "Come on, chop, chop." He smiled.

Charlotte smiled brightly, before she moved at blinding speed to get her things back into the holdall, and once she was ready, they all headed back down to her car.

"I'll meet you all back at the mansion, I'm going to see Caroline." Klaus told him, and before anyone else could say anything, he was gone.

"Who's Caroline?" Charlotte asked as they all got into her car, and she drove off letting Rebekah guide her.

"She's his crush." Kol told her.

"Ah right." She nodded. "Never thought of Klaus as having a crush on a girl this young."

When they eventually came up to the Mikaelson house, Charlotte looked at it in awe.

"Wow, and this is all of yours?"

"Yep, now come on, we have the perfect room for you." Kol told her as they all got out, and Charlotte grabbed her bag from the boot and locked up her car, heading inside with them. She looked around the marble hallway that they walked into, before Kol took her bag from her and led her up the stairs towards the bedrooms, and they stopped outside of what seemed like a random door. However, when he opened it, Kol revealed an old fashioned looking bedroom, with a wrought iron four poster bed, and printed bedcovers, in red and white, with dark wood furniture and red veiled curtains on the large window, which opened out onto a small balcony. Charlotte walked into the room, looking around at everything, from the off cream coloured walls, to the dark wooden floors, she also noticed the portraits of all of the Mikaleson's, well those that still resided in the house, and then Kol nodded over to a picture that hung above the fireplace which stood hidden by the door, she smiled. It was a painting of herself from 1864, in a light blue dress, with a fixed corset, her brown locks pinned up and she was wearing a cream ribbon choker which was decorated with a broach in the middle.

"Will you be okay here?" Kol asked.

"Yes, it's wonderful Kol." She smiled, hugging him. "It's wonderful to see you again Kol."

"It's wonderful to see you to Charlotte, now come on, you should get some sleep. No doubt that after seeing what you had to pack, Rebecca will be taking you shopping tomorrow."

"No doubt." She smiled. "But okay, I will see you in the morning."

When Kol left her, she smiled to herself and she unpacked for the second time that day and she changed into a pair of short pyjamas and then moved to lie in bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin. She soon found herself falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of nothing but the happiness of her family.