Author's Note: Hope you enjoy. I dedicate this to my mom (hahahh sorry I had to. Thanks mom, for sending me to school and teaching me to write), Shonda Rhimes for creating a character named Callie in Grey's Anatomy (which was my main source of inspiration for the protagonist of this story), and The CW for bringing The Vampire Diaries to TV :)
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, credit to L.J. Smith. Except for the creation I take most pride in: Callie (Calypso).
Stefan and Damon sat side by side on the sofa in the Salvatore residence. Finally, I could get them alone. I activated my fast vampire mode and sat myself beside them quicker than you can snap your fingers. They looked at me, surprised.
"Who are you?" Damon asked as he too activated his fast vampire mode and wrapped his hands around my neck. I laughed. I could get out of that position if I wanted to. Damon was a weakling. "My, my, brother, is that how you greet your long-lost sis?" That caught him by surprise, so I got out of his "embrace" and wrapped my hands around his neck and bared my fangs. Stefan rose from the sofa.
"What the fuck?" He said, "What do you mean, 'long-lost sister'?" I smiled and let go of Damon. I would never hurt him, anyway. I extended my hand to Stefan. "Calypso Salvatore. But you can call me Callie."
"You're related to us?" Damon frowned. I guess you could say that. "Yeah. I'm your half-sister, Damon. And Stefan's twin. Don't you think we look alike?" I giggled at their puzzled faces. "That's not possible," Stefan said. "Our mother died giving birth to me and ONLY me." Damon smiled. "Yeah, you were too fat. She could handle me just fine." Stefan rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you think you know eeeeeverything, Stefan. Newsflash, I have the true story. It's up to you if you want to hear it." I said. They both nodded, beckoning me to tell how I came to be. "Sit!" I ordered. They both sat, like obedient dogs. I smirked.
"So, once upon a time, and all that shit. Damon, you're the only one of us who knew our mother. She had you with our father. She was faithful for quite a while. After you were born, she had an affair with another man. Your father discovered she was unfaithful, but chose to hide his knowledge until our birth, Stefan. When our mother was delivering us into the world, our father stabbed her, as he told her he knew the child wasn't his. But BOOM! That's when he discovers it isn't a child, that there are two kids! Then she died. Technically, he didn't lie to you. She died giving birth. Your father was about to kill us, but in walks slash crawls Damon. He starts to cry and your father's conscience kicks in. He couldn't kill children. He decides to keep you, Stefan. Not me. He dropped me off at OUR father's house, with a note saying, 'Keep her. I can't keep both twins, I couldn't bear it. To hold a little girl and keep myself from telling I killed her mother, it would destroy both me and her. A boy is easier to handle.' I lived with my father, in a very small house for many years. In this very town! So, that's how I happened." I sighed. I couldn't tell what Stefan was thinking or feeling. Damon was definitely intrigued.
Stefan buried his head in his hands. Was he… crying? "Stefan?" I said, as I put my hand in his shoulder, "Are you alright?" He looked at me, angry. "How do I know what you're saying is true?" He sniffed. I pulled a piece of old paper from my pocket. It was the note Damon's father had written. My father had kept it and gave it to me when I was older. I handed it over to Stefan, and as he read it, I could see less anger in his eyes and more sadness. Damon said, "I believe you." And I said, "I'm glad you do." I gave him a faint smile. Then Stefan did something completely unexpected. He stood and hugged me, then he started to cry on my shoulders.