Hey so this is for all the fans of Vampire diaries. I have been itching to write this so I hope you like it...

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Oh and I don't own vampire diaries... OKAY!

(Sarah's P.O.V)

My brain felt like it was going to explode. Why did I have to suffer like this? Why was I bound to this torture? It was not fair. How was I meant to know all these stuff. I'm not a bloody genius. Damn, I hate maths!

Groaning in frustration, I literally threw my maths book across my room, causing it to smash against the lilac painted wall paper. How was I meant to know what X and Y equaled too? I give up. This is too hard.

I jumped off my bed, and quickly skip to my oak brown color door. I slowly open the door, looking left to right for any life signs before sneakily walking out into the corridor. There was a spiral staircase towards my left, and a big chandelier hung from the ceiling above. The house I lived in at that moment was very classy.

Like a professional ninja, I sneakily walked down the wooden staircase making sure that I didn't make too much noise. Once I reached the bottom, I walked down the white colored hallway passing the pristine kitchen, and vacant living room. And there it was in front of me. A big white double door. The only thing keeping me away from my freedom.

Creeping up towards it, I just reached the door handle, feeling it's coolness within my grasp when...

"Let me guess, Maths again"

I spun around quickly, my heart beating erratically in my chest only to come face to face with Angel. My sister.

"That subject is EVIL. Please don't make me do it" I begged.

My sister was indeed very beautiful, but she would always deny it. She was tall and curvy, the perfect combination for a girl. Long chestnut Brown hair, cascading down her back up to her waist. She has high cheekbone, only dusted with a sprinkle of freckles barely visible. She is wearing a white shirt, combined with a grey Cardigan and black leggings. Damn, she's always had the most brilliant fashion style. The best part about her were her eyes though. Dark, violet eyes, the color of Violet flowers themselves stared back at my own. She literally, had all the boys begging at her feet, yet she never took advantage of that.

"Fine I won't, but you better have a good reason for why you didn't do your homework" Angel replied.

"Of course I do. I'll just say that my dog ate it" I say out loud.

"First of all that is a really cliche, and second we don't have a dog"

"Well, it's not like my math's teacher will ever know that"

Angel sighs completely annoyed, but I can see the glimmer of amusement in her eyes. The one best thing about me. I could make anybody laugh. I watch as she turns around and walks towards the living room, and I follow her like a lost puppy.

The living room, is fairly big filled up with old antiques like vases covered in layers and layers of dust. There is one brightly strange orange coach in the middle room that goes against the whole dark exterior of other part of the room. All in all, it was a very mixed up room. A big television is mantel up on the room and paused on my favorite show ever. The vampire diaries.

"I'm watching the re-run of the last episode" Angel says excitedly as she sits down on the ugly orange coach. She like me, was a huge Vampire diaries fan, and loved to watch the episodes again and again.

I rush over to her and sit down beside her, watching her face closely. There were many reason why we loved the vampire diaries but mostly because of the supernatural elements that it held. It was funny in some ways to watch, as we could relate to the supernatural element of it but be glad that our lives were as fuck up as theirs.

The last episode of the new season 4 was where, Elena had finally discovered that she was sired to Damon, and wanted to leave him because of this because even though she thought that her feelings towards him is true, she knew within her heart that they just... weren't. I thought Elena was an interesting character but sometimes I was really annoyed by her and her self-sacrificing issues. Angel on the other hand...

"I can't stand her. Who does she think she is? Breaking Stefan's heart goes to his brother and then breaks Damon's heart. Doesn't she understand Damon's feelings. Even if he does act like an asswhole there is good in him. And here she is treating him like shit" Angel ranting off trying to get off the feelings she held in her chest. It wouldn't work though I knew. She had a LOT of feelings.

"It's okay don't worry. I'm sure everything will turn out fine" I reply.

"NO, they won't. She is just stringing them along. GAH, I hate it"

Sighing I leaned against the coach, and turn towards the fuming Angel. She had her hands curled up in her first and a scowl up on her face. I know you may think it's crazy to have this deep passion only for a TV show but to us it just isn't. I know this sounds crazy but it helps us through in life.

"Come on, I like to watch it with you so start it" I say to her trying to get her mind off the subject.

Angel turned towards me her face flush that she let her emotions pour out just for a second. It was dangerous for her to do so. My eyes scan the room looking for the remote when I spot it against lying on the window sill. I wonder how it got there. My eyes snap back to Angel and I see the knowing smile place on her face. I quickly turn around to the remote just in time to catch the remote starting to shake. It then suddenly jolts up into the air. And there is was. In mid air. Levitating.

Then it shoots forward and I duck in time just as the remote flies above my hand into Angels awaiting hand.

"You nearly took off my head" I accuse.

Angel grins, and turns back to the T.V and switches play and shift around the coach before she is comfortable.

Me and my sister are not normal. That is the first thing I can say. How you may ask? Well, let's just say we have powers. To keep it brief we have no idea where we got them from, but as long as we both can remember we always had them. Angel could always, move stuff with her mind. Sometimes she didn't even had to try, she could just do it. She was telekinetic, well that was the posh word for the power she had.

Me on the other hand got the most boring power ever. I can heal myself. Don't ask how, I just can. Any wound on my body, it just heals. Not only that but I can also heal others too. But it takes on a lot of energy, so I don't usually do it. Healing comes naturally to me. Well, I guess my power isn't all too useless, It comes in handy when I have to do dodge ball in P.E.

Sighing I lean my head, against Angels shoulder watching Stefan in this scene. I knew he was that kind of wallowing, brooding Vampire but he also intrigue me too. There had to be more to him than just that. Why was he always sad? Why did he feel if he let's go, he would destroy everything? Sometimes I wish I could just teach him how to lighten up and live.

My eyes started to droop. Damn, I'm tired. Math's literally suck the energy out of me. I guess I could take a nap.

(Angels P.O.V)

I hear my sisters slow breathing so I turn towards her and see her asleep. She was cute and adorably so I could name a couple of guys who would want to date her. She has long, straight blonde hair just up to her elbows. Her cheeks were always a rosy color and her lips blood red. I hated that she had those features because then she wouldn't have to wear any make-up. Her eyes, were a light blue color and every time I looked at them I felt like I was staring at the sky.

She didn't know how truly scared I was. If I let my emotions slip for even a second, my powers would become uncontrollable. I knew I would hurt somebody and I didn't want that. I had to be emotionless for Sarah. Even though I was only a year older than her, I was the big sister. I had to protect her.

We both are orphans. Even in the orphanage, I would never let her out of my sight. If I was ever adopted without her I would do the worse thing I could think of, to get me back to the orphanage. She was my sister, there was no other reason why. Right now, we both got adopted by this rich couple, but I knew we would only be here for a couple of months before being sent back. I didn't care though. Even though Sarah, didn't know it, she was my world.

I looked back at the T.V just in time to see Damon in action. I knew there was more to him, then he was presented. I wondered how he always appeared so strong and never afraid. How he always acted like the tough guy. I sometimes hated the way he treated his brother and I wanted to show him the importance of family relationship. I knew I never could.

I look back at Sarah, and lightly lay my head against hers. I wish we could get out of this cruel world. Right now, all I want is for her to be happy. That was all I needed.

(Sarah P.O.V)

My head was pounding. I groan as my eyes flash open only to be blinded by bright light. Damn, this kills. I slowly peel my eyes open and see the clear blue sky. Aww, it's really pretty. Hold on a second... Why am I staring at the sky. My body jolt's up into a sitting position to find myself surrounded by trees. Shit, where am I? Am I in a forest?

I hear a light snore beside me and turn to find Angel sleeping. I feel relief flooding through me at the sight of here.

"Angel, wakey, wakey" I sang as I grab her shoulders ans start shaking her.

"Two more minutes" she mumbles turning her head away from me. I sighed loudly. Let's just say my sister was a heavy sleeper.

Taking a deep breath, I shout at the top of lungs "I'm making double chocolate chip pancakes with blueberry's"

Angel shot up in a sitting position instantly looking at me wide-eyed "I'll have twelve" she says firmly.

I can't help a little giggle escape my lips. Angel was a big fan of pancakes. Just the words set's her in a frenzy.

I watch as she narrows her eyes at my giggle, and she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Not funny" she mumbles. That makes a full blown laughter come out of my mouth.

"It was, it was" I shot back and quickly stood off the ground, dusting off some dirt from my black silky shirt and black leggings.

"Where are we, Sarah?" Angel asks as she turns around in a circle examine our surrounding.

"I was hoping, you could answer that question"

"Well, I can't, you must have done something"

"ME? Hello I'm not the one with the cool thingy magig. It was you who did this"

"Thingy magig, seriously Sarah, that's what your calling it"

"Yes I am, and you were the last one to go to sleep"

"Well, you were the first, so you must have done something"

We were at each others throat by now. We weren't arguing hatefully, just seeing who would trip up first. We probably would have went on forever, if a cough hadn't broken our shout fit. I turn towards the sound just in time to catch two people staring at us. I guess in the mist of all the arguing, we both hadn't realized that we had company even with our heightened senses.

As I stare at the two people, I notice they look really familiar. Then it hits me fast like lightning. The two people looked exactly like Paul Wesley and Ian Somerhalder. In fact it looks like they are the celebrities Shit, had I died and gone to heaven?