A/N: Hello, Vampire Diaries fans! I've been super obsessed with this show lately, and decided that there was no way that I couldn't write a story about it! It's way too amazing. This is obviously the fist TVD fiction I've ever written, but I've spent a lot of time prepping this, and getting everything ready for it to be posted, so I hope this isn't going to be a horrible story. Read and review please!
Disclaimer: I, of course, don't own the Vampire Diaries. Never have, never will. I'm just playing around with the story!
-TNOF-
It was around 9:00 in the morning in Mystic Falls, Virginia when a woman shows up at the front door of the Salvatore boarding house. She raises her hand to knock on the door, but waits and listens, as she can hear people talking inside.
"What about our mystery vampire? Dimwit obviously wasn't working alone, so whoever is out there knows who we are," she hears a familiar male voice say.
"And I don't like that disadvantage, so… chop, chop. You know, I really like this whole ménage-threesome team thing. It's got a bit of a kink to it," she hears another male voice say. She decides that she's waited long enough and abruptly knocks on the door.
Damon chuckles and leaves the bedroom.
"Don't screw it up!" he calls, and flashes to the door. He opens the door curiously, seeing as hardly anyone knocks on the door of the old boarding house. They usually just come in. He was exceptionally pleased at the sight on the other side of the door. It's a seemingly young woman, that couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty years of age. She wears a pair of white skinny jeans, with a gray shirt, topped off with a cropped leather jacket. On her feet, she wears a pair of black heeled boots. Her chestnut brown hair hangs to just beneath her ribs in a braid that's placed over her right shoulder.
The thing about her that catches Damon's attention though, was her eyes. They were both exceptionally bright, but her left eye is a bright green, while the right is an almost cat-like amber color.
"Well, hello there," Damon says, with a small smirk etched on his face.
"Hello. Are you Damon Salvatore?" the mystery girl asks innocently. Damon can make out a small twinge of an Italian accent in her voice as she speaks.
"Yes I am. Who are you?" he replies.
"You don't know who I am?" she asks, a small smirk playing at her lips.
"No. Should I?" he asks, and her smirk widens.
"Perfect," she says, and without warning, grabs Damon by the neck, and throws him down the hallway. Before Damon has any time to recover, the door is shut and he's hauled to his feet by the smaller girl. Damon growls and tosses the girl off of him and into the living room. Damon rushes to the girl and picks her up, slamming her into a nearby wall.
"Who the hell are you?" he growls, his face inches from hers. She responds by grabbing the wrist of the hand that is wrapped around her neck, easily pries it off, and quickly twists it. She hears the satisfying crack, and groan of pain and she kicks him in the stomach, sending him across the room. She easily walks over to a chair and lifts it, flipping it upside down, and breaks one of the legs off, the broken end being left in a point. She flashes to Damon and grabs him by the neck, slamming him into the nearest wall, and aims the makeshift stake at his heart.
"You killed someone I cared greatly for," she snarls to him.
"I've killed a lot of people, sweetheart. You're going to have to be a little more specific," he gasps out as her grip on his neck tightens.
"Alexia Branson," she growls, and Damon groans.
"Her again? I've already had one guy try to kill me because of her."
"And I am phenomenally glad that Lee didn't succeed, because now, I get to take the great pleasure of killing you myself," she says with a menacing look in her darkened eyes. Damon hisses in pain as the wood punctures his chest.
"Sofia?" Stefan asks from the end of the stairs. Sofia glances over and sees the younger Salvatore staring wide eyed at the brunette.
"Good morning, Stefan. I'm afraid I don't have time to chat. I have very pressing matters to attend to at the moment, but don't worry, we can catch up as soon as I'm finished," she says offhandedly, shoving the piece of wood a little farther into Damon's chest.
"Wait, Sofia you can't kill him," Stefan says, stepping forward.
"Why the hell not?" she shouts. "He killed Lexi! Your best friend! You of all people should know he deserves it!"
"Because he's my brother. If our friendship means anything to you, you wouldn't kill him," he says, but Sofia doesn't move. "Think about Marcello. What if someone killed him? Would you really want to put someone through the pain of losing a brother?"
Damon sees the fierceness soften in the smaller vampire's eyes, and she gradually pulls the wood out of his chest. He lets out a nearly silent sigh as his chest heals, but then lets out a sharp yell of pain when the wood is quickly imbedded in his stomach. She releases him and casually takes a step back.
Sofia finally takes a good look at Stefan, and her eyes widen, and darken when she sees the girl behind him. Stefan notices this and quickly speaks up.
"She isn't Katherine," he rushes out.
Sofia tilts her head to the side slightly.
"This is Elena. Elena, this is Sofia, an old friend of mine and Lexi's," Stefan introduces.
"Nice to meet you," Elena says, offering the vampire a smile. Sofia concentrates and listens closely, and finally can hear a heartbeat in the large room.
"You're human," Sofia says, walking closer to Elena and Stefan. Elena glances at Stefan then looks back to Sofia and nods. Sofia smiles softly at the young girl who looks a bit frightened of her. "Well it's nice to meet you Elena. I wish we could have met under more appropriate circumstances," she says, glancing back at Damon.
"It's okay. I'm sorry about Lexi," Elena says kindly, and Sofia's smile widens a bit.
"I like her already," Sofia says to Stefan, who smiles down at Elena lovingly, and wraps an arm around her.
"So, how long are you staying?" Stefan asks, as Sofia moves around the room observing things.
"Yes, when are you leaving?" Damon asks rudely, making Sofia smirk.
"Aww, don't like me already Damon? Upset that a girl bested you?" Sofia asks. "Actually, I'm staying. I arrived here a few days ago, and I'm staying over on the other side of town with a friend."
"Well, great!" Damon exclaims sarcastically, making Sofia laugh slightly.
"Don't worry, Damon. The feeling's mutual," Sofia says, causing Elena chuckle, and Stefan smile, amused. "Well, I should get going. After all this excitement, I'm going to need a drink."
"It's not even noon," Stefan says, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Who said I meant alcohol?" Sofia asks, a small smirk threatening to show on her rosy lips. She sees Damon smirk as well, while Stefan's face remains blank. Elena's eyes widen slightly, and Sofia rolls her eyes. "Relax. I loaded my freezer with blood bags," she says, moving to exit the house. "See you soon!" she calls out, and leaves the house in a flash.
Within minutes, Sofia is standing in front of her slightly isolated, relatively modest house. She walks through the front door and sees her friend, and the technical owner of the house Trenton lounging on the large sectional couch, and watching some ridiculous program on the flat-screen television that he insisted them having.
"Nothing productive going on then?" Sofia asks, and Trenton glances at her.
"Not until later, when you and I are going out for a drink," he says in response, his dark eyes locking with her mismatched ones.
"Why Trenton, are you asking me out on a date? That's what they're calling it now, correct? Well, I for one am in shock! I thought you preferred men," Sofia says, smirking widely.
"Baby, if I was into women, I would've had you already," Trenton says, and Sofia rolls her eyes, while walking into the kitchen. She opens the freezer and pulls out a bag of blood. "So, did you kill that vampire you were all worked up about?" Trenton asks, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.
"No," Sofia says, casually leaning against the counter, sipping the blood.
"And why not? Isn't that why you dragged my ass all the way out to this God forsaken town?" Trenton asks, with a look of disbelief on his face. Sofia raises an eyebrow at the tone he uses with her.
"Well Trenton, I didn't once hear a single complaint come out of your mouth the entire way here. You know, you didn't have to come. You could have just as easily stayed by yourself back in New York, but instead, your witch-y self decided to stay with me. Now, why is that?" Sofia asks, narrowing her eyes at him
"Because, I am a crazy ass bitch, that's why," he says, making Sofia chuckle.
"That you are," she says, tossing the now empty blood bag into the garbage. "But to answer your original question, the patron saint Stefan intervened to save his brother's pathetic life."
"Well, if Stefan's brother looks anything like him, then it's probably best that you didn't kill him. This world cannot afford to lose anymore good looking men," Trenton says with a smile.
"Yeah well, he's lucky Stefan stepped in. I had that piece of wood in that bastard's chest and everything. Then goody-goody Stefan plays the Marcello card. Damn him," Sofia mutters, taking a seat next to Trenton at the island.
Trenton gently clasps Sofia's cooler hand in his warm one, making her smile.
"Well, you know what they say. Everything happens for a reason," he says, and Sofia nods slightly.
"Doesn't mean I have to be happy about it," she says, looking at their hands, her pale white hand contrasting heavily with is larger dark brown hand.
"Just don't make yourself miserable about it. Karma's a bitch. He'll get his," Trenton says, standing and walking to the cabinet. He pulls out two glasses, and sets them down on the counter. He moves to another cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey.
"Its 11:35 in the morning, Trenton," Sofia scoffs.
"And by the pitiful ass look on your face, I'd say you need this," he says, sliding one of the glasses to her and pours some of the alcohol into his own glass. "Now quit your bitching and drink."
Sofia rolls her eyes, but heeds her friend's demand, taking a swig of her drink. She closes her eyes when she feels the familiar burning sensation in her throat and lets out a sigh.
"Oh! I almost forgot. I got you something," she says, downing the rest of her drink, and racing from the room faster than Trenton could even blink. She returns quickly, startling Trenton when she appears right beside him.
"Damn it! I have asked you way too many times not to do that!" he exclaims, causing Sofia to smirk. She casually extends her left arm, holding up a necklace. The necklace consists of a simple chain, but on the chain is a very detailed silver cross. "Damn girl. What's the occasion?" Trenton asks, taking the necklace from her.
"No occasion. I just so happened to get my sneaky little hands on some vervain when we got here, so I, very painfully, rigged this pretty little necklace with it. We don't need you being compelled by any of the vampires here, and trust me, this place is crawling with them. I figured I'd get you something that you'd actually want to wear, so that you wouldn't forget to put it on," she explains.
"Oh, I definitely won't be forgetting to put this on," he says, putting the necklace around his neck.
"Good. Because, like I said, we don't need you being compelled. You know way too many of my secrets," Sofia says, taking their empty glasses, washing them quickly, drying them, and putting them away.
"How do I look with it on?" he asks.
"Fabulous, as always. Now, it's 12:03. Go make yourself pretty. We're going out to lunch," Sofia says.
"Thank God. I'm starving," Trenton says, retreating to his bedroom.
"I have no idea why. We have plenty of food here," Sofia says, standing in the doorway of his room. She watches as he changes into a pale green shirt that is set off by his dark skin tone. The tightness of it makes it look more like a woman's shirt, but Sofia quickly grew accustomed to Trenton's choice of fashion.
"And I didn't feel like cooking," he says, going to his mirror and begins to apply some eyeliner.
"Well, hurry up. I want to get going," she says, leaving his doorway, and walks to the front door.
"How do I look?" he asks when he steps out of his room.
"Let's just say, you'll have straight men questioning their sexuality," she says with a smile, and Trenton rolls his eyes.
"Girl, I have them doing that anyway," he says, and Sofia laughs. She grabs the keys to her silver 2009 Bentley Continental, and steps out of the house. Without warning, the keys are plucked from her hand.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm driving," Sofia says, reaching for the keys.
"Nu-uh bitch. Every time you drive, you nearly give me a heart attack. I'm driving," Trenton says, looking Sofia dead in the eye. Sofia keeps her face blank, but eventually smiles widely.
"I've always admired your courage since I met you, Trenton," she says, as they walk to the car. "You talk back to me even though I can tear you in half before you could even blink."
"But you won't," he says, getting in the car on the driver's side, while Sofia slides in the passenger side. "Because we're too damn close for you to even think about that," he finishes, with a smirk as he starts the car and pulls out onto the road.
"I know," Sofia mutters as they drive to the main part of town, looking for somewhere to eat. After ten minutes, they come across a place called the Mystic Grill. They go inside and look around, and sit down at one of the tables.
"Well, this place is… Charming," Sofia says, making Trenton chuckle. Their waiter comes to the table and Sofia looks him over. He has blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. You can tell he has muscles, but aren't as big as Trenton's.
"Hi, I'm Matt. I'll be your waiter this afternoon," he says, handing them menus. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"You sure can," Sofia hears Trenton mutter under his breath.
"I'll have an iced tea," Sofia says kindly to Matt, kicking Trenton under the table. "No lemon."
"Sure, and you, sir?" Matt asks Trenton.
"I'll have a Coke," Trenton says, in a seductive voice, making Sofia roll her eyes.
"Uh, sure. Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks," Matt says, and walks away uncomfortably.
"Could you not do that? You made that poor boy uncomfortable," Sofia says, sternly.
"We should have come here sooner. This is where all the sexy ass guys have been hiding," Trenton says, ignoring Sofia's statement.
"He looked way too young, not to mention uninterested," Sofia says. "You sound like a pedophile."
"Oh, relax," Trenton says, smiling when Matt returns with their drinks.
"Here you go," he says, setting their drinks down in front of them. "Are you ready to order?"
"We sure are," Sofia says politely before Trenton can say anything. "I'll have the steak, rare," she says, and Matt scribbles it onto his notepad.
"And I'll have a burger and fries. No salt," Louis orders, his eyes still scanning the blonde teenage boy. Matt nods, writing down his order.
"Alright, I'll have that right out to you," he says quickly, taking their menus from them.
"Thank you, Matt," Sofia says kindly. Matt flashes her a smile and walks away. Sofia glances at the door just in time to see Stefan come inside. He spots her immediately, smiles, and heads to her table. She stands when he gets there and embraces him tightly.
"We never said a proper 'hello' last time we met," Sofia says with a smile.
"I know, it's great to see you again Sofie," Stefan says, smiling back.
"Stefan, this is my friend Trenton. Trenton, this is Stefan Salvatore," Sofia introduces.
"It's nice to meet you," Stefan says, politely.
"You as well," Trenton says, his eyes roaming over Stefan.
"Ugh, he has a girlfriend," Sofia scoffs.
"I didn't say anything," Trenton laughs.
"You didn't have to," she mutters.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Stefan asks Sofia.
"Sure, sit down," she says, moving over.
"Actually uh-," Stefan starts, glancing at Trenton.
"Oh, is it something about Elena?" she asks.
"No," Stefan says.
"Vampires?" she asks, curiously. Stefan looks at her wide eyed. He can't believe she had just said that in front of a human.
Sofia laughs at the look on his face.
"Relax Stefan. Trenton knows all about vampires. He's a witch… Sorry, warlock," Sofia says. Stefan nods, and relaxes, sliding into the booth next to Sofia.
"What do you know about Katherine Pierce?" Stefan asks, and Sofia raises an eyebrow.
"That she was a manipulative bitch," Sofia starts, taking a few sugar packets that were available at the table, tearing them open, and casually pouring the sugar into her tea. "I met Katherine back in the early 1600's, when she was still going by her given name, Katerina. I was living in France, and I came across her feeding on a boy, no older than twelve years of age. Well, of course I wasn't going to let her take this young boy's life away so I stopped her. It pissed her off, and she tried to fight me. it was pathetic really. I nearly killed her, but she begged me to spare her life. Obviously, I did. She was alone, said she had nowhere to stay, so I took pity on her and allowed her to stay with me. I'd been staying in France for a time with a human woman and her two young children. Katherine and I became friends, and we stayed together until I woke up one morning and found the woman and her children dead in their bedrooms. Katherine was gone. She just…. Disappeared. I left France after, and traveled to London where I met Lexi, but that's a story for another time. Anyway, I heard she was killed here in Mystic Falls in… well, around your time when you were still human, correct?" she asks, and Stefan nods. "It's just as well," she says with a shrug. "A lot of people wanted her that way."
"She isn't really dead though," Stefan says.
"Excuse me?" Sofia asks, raising both eyebrows.
"All of the vampires that were rounded up here back then were taken to Fell's Church to burn. Only they were placed in a tomb underneath the church instead. They're still there," Stefan explains.
"Well… Well so what? So they've been there for over a century. Leave them there," Sofia says simply, taking a drink of her tea.
"It's not that easy. Damon wants the tomb open," Stefan says.
"Why?" Sofia asks, exasperatedly.
"Because he's in love with Katherine," Stefan says, and Sofia sighs.
"Katherine… she….," Sofia trails off. "Letting her out would be disastrous.
"I agree. That's why we need your help," Stefan says.
"What do you need?" she asks.
"Emily Bennett cast a curse on the tomb so that the vampires couldn't leave. The way to reverse the spell is in an old grimorie of hers," Stefan says.
"So find it, and burn it," Sofia says, impatiently.
"That's the thing. We have no idea where it is," Stefan says. Sofia sits silently, lost in thought.
"Is there anything you can do? A spell or something?" Sofia asks Trenton, who'd been sitting silently the entire time.
"I don't know of any spell that can locate objects. I can find people, but not items," he says, shaking his head. Sofia bites her lip, thinking more.
"The only lead we have is Johnathan Gilbert's journal. But we have no idea where that is either. Somebody took it," Stefan says.
"Well, then we're either in the clear, or royally screwed. Or, there may not be anything to worry about because the information you need may, or may not be in there," Sofia says, and Matt shows up with their meals just as she finishes.
"Here we go," he says, setting their plates of food down. "Hey, Stefan."
"Hey, Matt. Look, I'll see you later. I have to go to Elena's," Stefan says, standing up.
"Hang on. Can I borrow your pen, Matt?" she asks, and Matt nods, handing her his pen. Sofia takes a napkin out of the holder and writes something down on it. "Here," she says, handing the napkin to Stefan. "That's my number, and underneath mine, is Trenton's. if you can't get a hold of me, then he," she says, pointing to Trenton, "will either be with me, or probably know where I am."
Stefan nods, pocketing the napkin.
"I'll let you know if, or when, we find anything," he says, when Matt walks away.
"I'd appreciate that, Stefan," Sofia says, with a smile.
"I'll see you around," he says to both of them, and leaves.
"So, his brother, the one who killed your friend, wants to let that crazy bitch out of the tomb where she belongs?" Trenton asks, watching Stefan leave.
"Seems so," she responds. "But I understand completely. That he'd do anything to get the love of his life back," Sofia says, pushing the food around on her plate, her mood suddenly dark, and somber.
"You okay, baby girl?" Trenton asks.
"I'm way older than you," Sofia scoffs.
"You look younger, but that's not the point. What's got you down all of the sudden?" he asks.
"Nothing of importance," she says with a hint of finality in her voice.
The truth is, Sofia could completely sympathize with Damon. The one man she truly ever lived was ripped away from her one day without so much as a word of warning. It's been over 100 years and she still hasn't gotten over him. She loved… no, she loves him with everything she has, and now he's gone. And there's no way of ever getting him back.
-TNOF-
A/N: So, what did you guys think? I hope it wasn't too bad. If so, let me know!
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