Disclaimer: I don't own VD, and I never did. I DO own Extraterrestrial, though… (aka a TV script I'm working on and failing at). Let's hope someday you're reading fanfiction about it, because that would be so cool!

A/N: I know I have a billion other projects going, and I know this is a stupid idea, but hey, why not? I work best under pressure, and what better pressure than around seven fanfics to update and midterms to study for?

This fic was inspired by one of my best friends, Kelly, who mentioned how cool it would be to be Damon's sister… so I'm sure you an guess where this is going. Hazel Salvatore is Kelly, and Stella Salvatore is my sister, Kate (KrazyK0 on here, she's planning to post something soon).

Hope you enjoy it! (And yes, Kelly, Hazel sounds kinda weird and girly, but she'll be all badbutt—yes, that's a word—and awesome when she's turned. Like Damon, but… a girl.)

Also, I can't remember if Damon was around when Katherine first showed up, or at war, or something to that effect… so just bear with me, I'm doing my to keep all the facts right.

It was one of those really beautiful days, the kind that made fifteen-year-old Hazel Salvatore want to spend the whole day in the fields with her horse, Black Bess. It was a silly name, in her mind, but her father had named Black Bess, not her. Hazel called her Bessie and Blackie, both more horse-like names.

Bessie was grazing quietly while Hazel stared at the sky from the grassy ground. She wished she could take flight like a bird and soak in all the blue that the sky held, drink from the clouds. Her father said these were silly and foolish thoughts, wanting what she couldn't have. Damon would laugh too, sometimes, but she knew he felt the same way. Stefan said he understood, but most of the time he was busy being quiet and polite like always. He was kind and gentle to everyone he knew, but he wasn't much of a dreamer. Hazel knew he would stay here until he got married, and then he would probably settle down and have a bunch of aesthetically perfect children. It was nice, but boring. Hazel wanted to live, to really live. So did Damon.

"Hazel… dreaming of birds again?"

"Damon!" Hazel sat up, bumping heads with Bessie. "Ow. What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I heard that a visitor was arriving today, and Father wants you at the house."

"A visitor?" It was rare to have a visitor at the Salvatore house. Father didn't like having to pay more money then he had to for anything, and Hazel knew a guest—especially a more permanent one—would cost a lot. "Who? Family?"

"No." he said. "A woman, one who he said lost her family and her house. He offered to let her stay here until she can recover."

"Will she be here soon?"

"Yes, you should start to head to the house now." Said Damon. He walked to his horse, Ginger Fire (yet another of Father's names), smiling. "Race you?"

"Of course!"

Hazel giggled, awkwardly climbing up onto her horse, finally have to pull up her numerous skirts to climb Bessie.

"Manners, Miss Salvatore, manners!" Damon teased.

Hazel made a face at him and settled hr self on her saddle. "You ready?"

"Yes. One… two… three…" he paused for effect. "….GO!"

Hazel kicked Bessie in the side, and the beautiful chestnut horse leapt forward after Damon's sorrel one. She knew she could win; Damon hadn't ridden Ginger in a while because he had been trying to get into the army, which meant Bessie had the advantage. Soon she had gotten next to him and the two were head to head.

"You'll never win!" Damon said, confident.

Hazel said, "Maybe I will. You never know." She pressed her heels into Bessie's side again. "C'mon, girl, you can beat silly old Ginger."

"Hey!"

Bessie picked up the pace just enough to pass Ginger and Damon, Hazel laughing at his expression of consternation. She raced into the stables, pulling the reins hard and forcing Bessie to stop short. A stable boy glared at her, and Damon when he came running in and almost crashed into Hazel.

"Cheater." He complained, but Hazel knew he had probably let her win.

She slipped of Bessie elegantly and handed his reins to the stable boy. "Did not. You're the cheater, Mr. Salvatore, not I."

"Will you allow a cheater to escort you to the house, Miss Salvatore?" He asked, bowing and offering his arm.

"Why of course, Mr. Salvatore." Hazel said, not able to stop her laughing as she took the offered arm. As they walked to the front door, where Stefan was supposedly waiting, she asked, "Do you know anything else about this woman coming to stay with us?"

"Nothing but what I told you… though some of the people who have seen her say she's quite a looker."

"Perhaps a new friend to accompany you on horse rides?" Hazel hinted.

Damon laughed. "You're the only friend I need."

Hazel smiled at that, and kept silent as they finally reached the front door. Stefan was there, talking to someone. She was very slim, Hazel noted, with neatly curled hair, a small face, olive skin, and pretty eyes. Stefan already looked like he was in love.

"Future wife?" Damon joked.

"He seems very… infatuated." Hazel observed.

The woman seemed to hear them and turned around, as did Stefan. "Hello," she said in a girly voice, "I'm Katherine. You must be Damon, the other brother. And… your friend there?"

Hazel sighed. She was always "the other one", like Stella. At least Stella got attention from their Mother… "Hazel Salvatore." She said, curtsying politely.

That's when Hazel noticed Damon's face as he said hello and confirmed his name. His eyes looked softer, almost like Stefan's. Did he actually like this girl?

It became more and more obvious as dinner went on. Stefan and Damon asked Katherine questions, told her all the jokes Hazel had heard before, and listened to her less-than-amusing stories. She was nothing but tragedy, mentioning dead parents and siblings.

Stella didn't say much either, quietly staring at her plate. Her coppery hair looked duller than usual, and she sighed continually whenever she tried to say something and was ignored.

"You all right, Stells?" asked Hazel. Stella sighed and nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I haven't been feeling very well." Stella admitted after a minute. "And now there's… Katherine. I wanted to talk to Stefan, but he's too busy entertaining 'Miss Katherine'."

"Tell me about it." Hazel, lowering her voice a little. "She seems very polite and proper, but she likes too much attention."

Stella nodded. "Don't worry about me. I'll find time to talk to him."

But she didn't, and Hazel didn't get to either. The whole week, and the week after, and the week after that Damon and Stefan followed Katherine around like lovesick puppies. Hazel didn't even have Stella to talk to anymore, because she had fallen ill and was resting most of the time.

One night, after the Founder's Day party Hazel was forlornly making her way upstairs when she heard Stefan talking to Katherine. She heard words like "love" and "beautiful" and "angel" and knew that it was Stefan talking to Katherine. He kept going on and on, and Hazel couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. If Stefan was happy with Katherine it meant that Damon would finally give her the friendship she wanted so badly. Without him there was nothing to do, and if she didn't stay out of Father's way Hazel knew that she would find herself engaged to someone she would hate. Stefan was lucky Katherine had come along, because Hazel knew that Father had planned to set him up with the banker's daughter, who was plain and uninteresting. He was loving, but Stefan would still hate every minute of a marriage like that.

She snuck up when she heard Stefan and Katherine leave, but heard something at Katherine's door. Was it… Damon?

Then, oddly enough, Damon came out of the room looking perfectly happy though it had sounded like Katherine had just kicked him out. "Hello, Hazel." He said, polite and unfazed.

"Um… what's going on? With you and Katherine?"

He looked confused. "What? Why, nothing, of course. She is very lovely, but I'm just a friend to her."

Hazel laughed. Why was he being so strange? "Seriously, Damon, you can tell me. Sounds like she thinks you're a little too forward with her. Girls don't always like that."

He kept looking at me like I was losing it and then shrugged, heading to his bedroom. "I was just bidding Miss Katherine a good night, that's all." He disappeared into his bedroom and shut the door.

Things got even stranger. There were noises from Katherine's bedroom, ones that sounded like terror. Damon and Stefan avoided each other like the plague, and spent all waking hours with Katherine or talking about her. It took forever to convince Damon to drop his "duties" to "entertain Miss Katherine" so he could go on a ride with Hazel.

Out in the meadow again, Hazel kept the talk light for a while, then abruptly switched to Katherine. "So, you and Katherine are very friendly, but so are Stefan and Katherine."

"Yes, they are." He said. "I think he really likes her. She is beautiful, smart, kind… she's perfect for him."

"But… you love her."

"I do."

Hazel was glad he had admitted it, even if it had taken so long. "At least you can say it. I think you should leave her alone, though."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because… she's different." He stiffened, sitting up straighter. "I'm not trying to insult her, I'm just saying that she doesn't seem normal. She's secretive. I don't think that's a good thing."

He glared at Hazel. "She might not be… 'normal' but she's still beautiful to me."

"What if she's just playing with you?" Hazel asked him. She knew it would hurt, but he had to know. "She's too prim and proper for my liking, and I think she's just trying to cover up that fact that's she's messing with you and Stefan. The two of you follow her around like puppies, how could she not like it?"

"You don't understand her." He said again, and got up to get on Ginger. "I have to go. I'm sorry, Haze, but I should go make sure Miss Katherine is all right."

Haze. That was his "little girl" name for Hazel, and she knew it meant he didn't care what she thought. He was too convinced that Katherine was the one.

Then there was another week were Hazel did nothing but stay with Stella, who was lonely and sick. She said that Stefan visited her from time to time, but he was always busy with Katherine. The two of them agreed that one of the boys was going to be left by her, high and dry, with as broken heart. Stella suggested talking to Katherine, but Hazel told her about all the strange things that were happening. They agreed they might as well let it blow over… Stefan and Damon would learn one way or the other.

Father got very nervous that week as well. He had people—a group called the Council—over almost every day. Katherine spent time around them, trying to get onto their good sides. It left Stefan and Damon time to actually see Hazel and Stella.

"You're still not better." Stefan mused. He and Damon had come to see Stella and Hazel, who was usually with Stella. "I'm sure you'll be fine… but shouldn't you spend less time here, Hazel? You could get sick too."

"I'm fine." Said Hazel. "I've got nothing better to do, anyway."

Stefan took the hint and looked down guiltily, but Damon just glared at her.

"You know, I've never really seen you since Katherine came." Stella said.

"I know." Stefan said. "I love her, and I just forget where I am when I'm with her."

Hazel saw a flash of jealousy in Damon's eyes. She didn't know it was possible… the Salvatore brothers were famous for being best of friends. It was just another that Katherine was ruining.

By the end of the week Hazel felt completely different. She woke up on Sunday sick to her stomach, and soon ended up right next to Stella. She burned a fever day and night, and Stella got worse, worse than Hazel. They both laid in bed, in silence, both wishing that Stefan and Damon would take some time to at least come and see them. The maids and two nurses came in and out all day, doing their best to help.

One night Hazel was still awake even though she knew it was well past midnight. She could hear talking outside, what sounded like Damon and Katherine fighting.

"You have to! She's my sister, Katherine, and I don't want her to die!" Damon was saying.

Dying?

"She might be fine, you never know…" Katherine said. She was clearly avoiding whatever Damon was asking her for.

"I heard them talking." Said Damon. "I hear what the nurses say. They say that's a fever, one they've seen before. It's going to burn Hazel and Stella from the inside out and no matter what anyone says they don't have a fighting chance. The nurses are only here because of Father, because they have to make it look like they tried!"

"Shhhhhh, Damon, it's going to be fine." Katherine whispered. Damon's sobs were muffled, like Katherine was hugging him. "It's going to be fine, I promise, okay? Those nurses don't know anything…"

"Will you do it… just in case?"

There was a long silence, and then a "Yes."

The door opened and Katherine walked in. "Hazel."

"Katherine?" Hazel asked. "Why are you here?"

She smiled, in a way that was almost evil. "It doesn't matter. You won't remember in a minute or two."

Her face morphed, eyes turning blood red and teeth elongating until her smile held two razor-sharp fangs.

"What—?"

She bit into her own wrist and pressed it against Hazel's mouth before she could scream. Hazel struggled but Katherine—skinny as she was—was strong. Damon was just standing in the doorway and watching like it was normal. Hazel choked and gagged as the thick, repulsive blood flowed down her throat and as Katherine pressed her head into the pillow. Then she was off and Hazel was choking and trying to spit blood out of her mouth. "What are you?"

Damon saw how scared she was and ran in, but held her down when Katherine headed towards Stella. "Hey… hey! It's okay, Hazel, she's saving you."

"What are you talking about? She's a monster!" Hazel screamed, cut off by Damon's hand. "….mmmmmmph…lemme…go..."

"She won't hurt anyone." Damon promised.

Katherine was doing what she had done to Hazel to Stella, but Stella wasn't even trying to fight. She was too weak to care that some psychopath was making her drink blood.

Finally Katherine finished, leaning down to say something to Stella before she came back to Hazel. Her huge brown eyes were still tinted with red. "You will not remember this." She told Hazel firmly. "You were sleeping, and when you wake up you'll feel better. You'll miraculously be well."

"Miraculously." Hazel repeated. Her sight was getting foggy, like maybe Katherine wasn't there. She wasn't… it was a dream…

When her eyes opened the room was empty. Hazel reached up and touched face, finding dried blood. Was she getting worse? Suddenly too tired to care she fell back on her pillow and fell asleep.

In the morning the nurses hovered around, scared by the blood all over Hazel and Stella's faces but perplexed by how fast they were getting better. They chattered about it until Father came in, demanding what happened. It was all so fast Hazel only could remember a few things; Father screaming at the nurses and making them leave, frantically asking if Hazel or Stella had seen anyone, and then storming out.

A few hours later the whole town was out "vampire" hunting, and even Stella and Hazel were told that these creatures were real and that Katherine was one.

They followed then men outside reluctantly, watching at the flickering lights of the torches scattered in all directions.

"I knew there was something odd about her." Stella said, pulling her scarf around her neck tighter. "Just not that she's a monster."

Hazel was about to agree when something whooshed past them and suddenly Anna was in front of them. "You…" she hissed. "You should have died! It's your fault my mother is going to die!"

"What do you mean, Anna?" asked Hazel. "Your mother was fine when I saw her, did she get sick?"

"No." said Anna harshly. "Katherine exposed herself by saving both of you…" Her eyes were burning with rage, loss of something she needed. "You should be dead."

And very suddenly Hazel was.

A/N: Oooooohhhhhhh…. Anna killed them! In case you can't tell this isn't spellchecked or beta-ed.