Hey guys! So, I decided to take a break from all my other stories for awhile and write something new. I hope you enjoy chapter 1 and please review and tell me if I should continue!

Night Riders

Chapter 1

Bound By Blood

¬ "this is our time" ¬

¬ "we could live like legends" ¬

Katherine Salvatore rolled her big brown eyes. Stefan was late - again. Their parents warned him that if he went out one more time and came back home late, drunk, or covered in blood: they'd take his daylight ring away for 3 weeks. Sometimes he'd come home late, drunk and covered in blood. She was tired of making up excuses for her older brother, why should she care and have to lie to her parents?

Damon, being the oldest, got more freedom and was usually the more reckless one. Stefan had more honor and it was very unlikely for him snap that easily. The Salvatore family being 435 years old, was one of the most oldest and respected family in Mystic Falls and yet no one knew what they were. Yes, their family was old but as far as everyone was concerned they weren't the original first family. As far as everyone knew, they moved from Chicago to the boarding house when one of the great uncles in the family died and left them the place. How easy it was to fool humans. Katherine always thought they were only good for blood and turning, she could care less about their feelings they swore they had. She couldn't remember the last time she was human, not that it bothered her; she was perfectly fine with being a vampire.

"Where the hell is that potentious asset?" Damon's strong voice interrupted her thoughts as he walked up to the deck and pulled up a chair next to his baby sister.

It was about 4 in the morning.

Katherine simply shrugged. "When he gets home, I give you full permission to kick his ass from here to Kentucky."

Damon chuckled. "Mom and dad check in yet?"

"No, but they will. They always call and ask to speak to him, what am I going to do when they call and he's not there?" she stated flatly.

"Where are they anyway, Fiji? Portugal?" Damon asked her as if she gave a shit where the fuck her parents were. She couldn't care less about her "parents" because if they really cared about them, they wouldn't have left to "travel" the world on some pathetic fucking mission.

"Don't know, don't care." Katherine snapped as she flipped the page of her book she was pretending to be so busily reading.

"Stefan better get his ass home soon or I'm going to personally kill him." he said a little too calmly.

"If you really wanted him dead, he would've been rotting in his grave by now."

"Feisty. You alright?"

She gave him a cold stare. "Of course I am, why the hell wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, you just seem a little more… snappy today."

Katherine shot up a perfectly plucked dark brown eyebrow. "Snappy?"

"Yes, snappy." he breathed. "You seem on edge, what's up? You can tell me you know."

She huffed. "Fine, but you have to promises not get mad."

Damon's blue eyes flickered. "I won't, I promise."

Although she knew his promises meant nothing because he always broke them, she went ahead and told him anyway. "The Mikaelsons are back."

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For as long as Katherine could remember, the Mikaelsons were the Salvatore's number one enemies and rivals. They were as old as them and vampires too. Before the Salvatores left England, they neighbored the Mikaelson family. They both owned big manors with lots of servants, personal drivers, gardeners and cooks. Katherine's parents always told her and her brothers that the Mikaelson's were the deadliest killers alive. The third son, Klaus, killed his own mother for betraying her family.

But, Katherine didn't listen to her parents' warnings. One day she, was riding her horse through the fields next to her house, when she met Elijah (the second oldest Mikaelson) who was also horseback riding. They grown to know one another and of course her parents knew nothing of the dangerous game that she was playing. He reminded Katherine so much of Stefan, he had honor and was handsome in the way Stefan was. Elijah valued the meaning of family. Their meet ups lasted for months before Damon finally caught her sneaking off and decided to follow her. When he found them, he went straight to their parents. They were outraged and were disgraced with her actions. So, in a week they packed up and left England forever swearing to never come back. The Salvatore's went back to Mystic Falls, a place they haven't been to for decades. Katherine never saw Elijah again.

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Damon was silent, his mouth in a tight straight line.

"How do you know that?" he finally said after a long silence.

Katherine stayed quiet, fidgeting with the edge of the page.

"Kat, how do you know that?" Damon repeated his question, this time he sounded more worried.

"Cause-" She was cut off by a very drunk Stefan attempting to walk up the porch steps.

Damon jumped out of his seat. "Jesus Christ!"

"Nope, just me." Stefan slurred.

Damon ran up to him and stopped him midway up the steps. He grabbed Stefan by his arms and began dragging him up the remaining portion of the porch stairs only stopping to open the front door. Damon dragged poor confused Stefan all the way up to his bedroom before returning outside.

He sighed deeply before plopping into his seat.

"Elijah." She whispered.

Damon wrinkled his nose in disgust. "What about him?"

"No, I mean that's how I know that they're back. I saw him today." Katherine said carefully.

Damon almost fell out of his chair from shock. "Katherine, you do not go anywhere near him and his insane family, you hear me?"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance but nodded. She knew that Damon only wanted to protect her from whatever was coming their way, he wanted her to be safe.

"I'm going to bed, I'm tired." Katherine informed him.

His face softened, his blue eyes lighting up. "Sleep tight, baby sis."