A/N: Hii, I just remembered that I'm going to Dublin on Sunday and I'll be gone for a whole week, which means that I won't be able to update next week, but DON'T FRET! Instead of updating on the 15th, I'll update today and again on the 15th where you'll get chap 2 ;D

Disclaimer: (Sadly) I don't own the Vampire Diaries or any of the characters, but if I did I would keep three particular Originals and a certain Salvatore in my bedroom as my slaves XD

Enjoy!

xoxo Ascha

Bad Blood

Chapter 1:

"Where is my father?" Callie asked as the first thing once she had showered, dressed and drunk three bags of blood.

"When Elijah heard that Finn had killed you, he… well, he didn't take it that well. He blamed himself for your death and wanted to kill Finn as well as Esther," Rebekah said. "Esther tried to kill us all by sacrificing Finn in a ritual, but she was stopped and fled. After we buried you, he left town and we haven't heard from him since."

Callie sighed. "And Damon? Where is he?"

"Probably drinking his way through the Grill's liquor…" Klaus said, smirking a little.

"It's true. He didn't take your death well either." Rebekah said.

She said nothing and merely sat on the couch, watching the fire burn in the fireplace. Ever since she returned from the Other Side, she had been feeling kind of… off. She didn't know what to feel about anything and she felt a stronger connection to the necklace than before.

Perhaps something had changed inside her.

"What exactly happened when you died?" Klaus asked curiously.

"I was somewhere dark and cold at first, but then I saw my mother and she... told me that I would return soon. My necklace was glowing for some reason and I think it brought me back to life." Callie answered hesitantly.

"Perhaps it holds more power than you thought," Rebekah said and took a look at it. "Did you get this from Ayanna?"

"Yes, it belonged to my grandmother. She kept it safe while my mother lived with her sister. My mother then gave it to me before she died."

Rebekah opened her mouth to say something, but frowned and looked just as confused as her niece and brother were. Callie decided to leave the house, but Klaus quickly blocked her path.

"Where do you think you're going? You're still weak and vulnerable." he said firmly.

"I was buried for three weeks, Klaus. I need some fresh air and frankly, I still feel a little dead." Callie said coldly, walking past him and out of the door.

She did need some fresh air – a lot of it – and she mostly needed to see Damon. She dreaded that he had lost his will to live or that he was distracting himself by sleeping with dozens of women – or worst of all: both things.

When Callie stood before the Salvatore Boarding House, she took in a deep breath of the cool air and enjoyed the feeling of being alive. She didn't know what was worst; to actually die or wake up buried 6 feet underground in a coffin. She shuddered at the memory of being locked inside the coffin and having to dig her way out.

"Callie? Oh God!"

The sound of Elena's voice made Callie's undead heart skip a beat and she turned around to find the doppelganger running towards her as fast as she could. She wrapped her arms around Callie and they just stayed like that for a long time, embracing each other tightly.

Callie had missed Elena much more than she expected she would, because despite the differences they'd had, then Elena was still her friend and she cared about her immensely.

"I'm so, so sorry. Had I known that Esther had killed you, then I wouldn't have–"

Callie pulled away a bit. "What did you do?" she asked worriedly.

Elena wiped some tears away and sighed. "I helped Esther linking all of her children together, so if one dies then they all die. I know it was wrong of me to make a decision like that when I know how much you love your father, but I thought it might help us stop Klaus." she answered.

Of course Callie was angry that Elena would make such a decision, but she knew that Klaus had killed her aunt and understood her reason for wanting to kill him.

But now that she also knew that all of the Originals were linked together, she feared that she would lose them all soon.

"Do you know where Damon is right now? I need to speak with him."

"I think he's home now. Stefan says that he's been doing nothing but drinking, partying and um…"

"Sleeping with women every day?"

Elena sighed again, but nodded. "I'm sorry. We've tried making him stop, but you know how he is when he's upset."

She did and as much as she didn't want to catch him lying drunk on his couch or in bed with a random woman, then she really needed to see him.

So she said her goodbyes to Elena and went inside, her ears immediately hurting of the loud sound of music blasting from the living room.

Callie hesitantly walked in to the living room and was more than just shocked when she found Damon dancing half-naked with a group of half-naked women. He emptied a bottle of Bourbon and threw it carelessly away, then went to bite one of the women in her neck.

It hurt that he did all those things, but she knew that it was his way of mourning and closing off all of his emotions so he didn't hurt as bad.

Calmly, Callie walked up to the stereo and pressed pause, making the drunken vampire frown and turn around to see whoever had stopped his little party. His eyes widened at the sight of her, but then a thought hit him and he shook his head, laughing quietly to himself.

"I did wonder when you would come haunting me," he muttered, barely able to stand on his two legs. "I bet you're here to tell me what a bad boy I've been! Too bad you're just a ghost and can't really harm me!"

Callie rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "I'm not a ghost, Damon. I'm very much alive." she said firmly.

Damon chuckled. "That's what a ghost would say! You can't be alive, because I buried you. You were very much dead."

She groaned, walked up to him and slapped him so hard across his face that he flew into the wall. It was the only way for her to show him that she was alive and not a ghost coming to haunt him.

"Leave this house and forget what happened here!" she yelled to the women.

They quickly dressed and left the house, leaving Callie alone with the drunken vampire. She walked up to him before he could get up and pulled him up by his throat as easy as nothing. She still was over 800 years older than him and with him being drunk she could easily beat him up.

"Do I still look like a ghost, Damon?" she asked.

"Sorry, I don't believe it! When Mason returned he was able to hurt me, but he was still a ghost!" he answered stubbornly.

Callie didn't know how to convince him that she truly was alive, so she let go of him and put him back down on the floor.

"I know you're hurt and mourning, but I really am not dead. I don't know how it's possible, but I am and I need your help stopping Esther and Finn."

Damon snorted and walked away, picking up another bottle of something strong before going upstairs. Callie sighed heavily and took look around in the messy living room. She decided to clean up the mess he had made and threw out the rest of his liquor in case he returned for more.

By the time Callie was done Stefan returned home as well and he too was shocked to see her, but reacted differently from how his older brother did.

"I'm guessing you have met Damon," he said, nodding to the broom in her hand. She nodded and he shook his head a bit. "Give him some time to let it sink in."

Callie nodded reluctantly and put the broom back in the closet. She didn't really know what to do anymore. Her father had left town and was probably mourning too in his own way, while her boyfriend was sleeping with everything that had a pulse.

What a way to be welcomed back from the dead (!)

Callie had a bad feeling that this day was about to get worse…

"Tell him that I'm at the Grill if he decides to sober up," she said. "I really need a drink too."

She left the house and went to the Grill that looked just like she remembered it – except this time Alaric wasn't drinking anything with alcohol in it. She found that a little amusing and decided to walk up to him.

"Hi, Ric. Can I join you?" she asked.

Alaric flinched at the sound of her voice and was speechless for a moment. He even sniffed his drink to make sure that it wasn't spiked with alcohol.

"You're not hallucinating. I'm alive. I believe my necklace brought me back to life the same way your ring usually brings you back." Callie explained.

"Ah, I see… and Damon? You've talked with him?" he asked worriedly.

She nodded. "That's why I'm here. Can you fill me in on what I've missed in those three weeks?" she said.

He nodded and began telling her about how two members of the Council had been murdered and how this someone tried murdering him too twice. He eventually revealed that the murderer was no other than his current girlfriend Dr. Meredith Fell.

"You went through all that and then you're drinking a… soda?" she asked incredulously.

He chuckled. "Yes, no amount of alcohol can make me forget being stabbed and then shot by my psycho ex-girlfriend." he said.

"I was staked by my uncle, betrayed by my grandmother and buried all on the same day. I'd rather be stabbed and shot than to go through that again."

He grinned. "Touché. I'm guessing you haven't talked with your father?"

She shook her head. "I wish I knew where he is. He's not answering his phone and didn't even tell his siblings where he went."

"Maybe he went looking for Esther and Finn? They disappeared too."

Callie hoped that wasn't the case, because she really didn't want him to get himself in danger or even worse – killed. She tried calling him with her own phone and all she got was his answering machine, so she left him a message and hoped that the sound of her voice would make him return.

"So it is true then. You're back."

Callie turned around to say something, but she suddenly felt a pair of familiar lips crash onto hers.

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