Here's my first ever Fanfiction, so be kind! Enjoy!:)

"What in god's name is this Kol?" I looked down at the floor as the man shouted while pointing at me.

"This is our new sister, Megan." Kol answered while pushing me forward but the man simply rolled his eyes. "Don't you think she looks a bit like Henrik? It's him reborn!"

"Don't be so stupid!" The man took hold of Kol and threw him out the window, causing it to smash into tiny pieces. "So little one, how did he turn you?" He leaned down so he was smaller than me and he stroked my cheek. I simply shrugged, Kol had told me not to talk to anyone and I had to do so as he was my sire. But the man nodded in understanding.

"Just forget about Kol, I'm Klaus. I'll look after you."

I was awoken by someone picking me up from where I hid from the sun. But the hold was gentle and I knew they didn't want to hurt me.

"Jesus Christ..." A man's voice spoke out of nowhere and his voice was full of pure wonder.

"Now, there's no need to call me that Stefan." this was the voice of my saviour, the man now laying me on some sort of sofa and his voice had been full of pure rudeness and sarcasm. I heard pouring and a glass of blood went to my lips, I drank it quickly and I felt my strength returning. I opened my eyes to see a young man looking down at me, he had dark brown hair that appeared to be black in some places and his eyes were the colour of the ocean.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty. Would you like Eggs or Beans with your toast this morning?"

"Damon!" The Man that I couldn't see the first time spoke again in a tone of anger and his brown eyebrows were raised. I watched as he walked closer to me and relaxed; as he was closer I could see he had forest green eyes, not forgetting he was much hotter than the other one. "Who do you reckon turned her?" He asked while looking at Damon as if I wasn't sitting right here.

"You do know you could simply ask her or do I have to go to the effort and ask her for you?" Damon smirked and then winked at me; I couldn't help but smile a little bit.

"I don't remember, sorry to be the bearer of bad news." I said while sitting up and brushing my brown hair behind my ear. Most people would say I'm quite a pretty girl But I'm not that sure about it, I mean I'll take compliments but I don't see anything special. I simply have milk chocolate coloured hair that falls down most of my back, Bright grey eyes with long dark eyelashes and I'm pretty pale. So basically I look like an average 12 year old, helps me fit in I suppose.

"What do you mean you don't remember? Were you compelled?" Stefan sat on an arm chair and placed his elbows on his knees, he then put his head in his hands.

"I have no idea, I've just been making my way though America. Feeding at night and hiding from the sun at day." I was standing up now, looking down at my clothes. I was wearing blue jeans and a tie-dye top but both were covered in blood and dirt. I was also wearing Bright blue vans that I had compelled a random girl to give to me as I hadn't had any shoes when I set out.

"Where are you from then?" Damon asked while leaning back on the sofa.

"Cambridge, England?" I answered it as a question as I wasn't really sure of the answer. Damon stood up and looked down at me, he was really tall or was I just really small? I had always been small; I could never jump up and touch the door frame like the other kids. But there were a few positive things; I also had small feet so I can get shoes from the kid section.

"You've come far haven't you?" Damon was smiling at me, but in reality it wasn't funny. I had no idea who I was, where I was from or how I got here.

"I think we should give her a bath, allow her to get dressed and then we can continue?" Stefan was walking off down the hallway. "Are you coming?" He asked while looking at me.

"My names Megan, and yes I am coming." I sped towards him and followed him into the bathroom.