A.N.: This is my first-ever story, so cut me a little slack. But do review, please! Thanks!
Mona felt a tug on her sleeve. "Ditto, not now."
"But there's a—"
"Ditto!"
Ditto scowled, but gave up on the Latina girl, now seventeen. The Bartoli baby trotted over to Cosmo. "Do you see her?"
"The one who looks like Stefan? Yeah, how could I not?"
The girl was tall, maybe five-ten, six foot. She appeared to be nineteen or twenty, with shoulder-length black hair she kept shoving behind her ears and features that looked almost exactly like the two-year-dead Russian's. Whereas Stefan had had a scar stretching his mouth, the girl had one diagonally from her hairline to her jaw. She even handled her rod the exact same way the leader of the Supernaturalists had.
"Does Mona know?" Cosmo asked.
Ditto snorted. "I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen. You try. Maybe she'll listen to her fellow lovebird."
"Ha, ha." Cosmo hurried over to Mona. "Hey, Mona, it's important. See that girl over there? The tall one? With the lightning rod?"
"The one with the black hair?" Cosmo nodded. "What about her? She's just—oh gods, she looks just like him. Enough that they have gotta be related."
Just then, a Shocker slug hit a boy about Cosmo's age. "Ziph!" yelled the tall girl. She sprinted to his side, and searched for a heartbeat. Judging by the way her shoulders relaxed, then tensed again. It was there, but irregular.
"That's my cue," Ditto said, and took off towards the pair.
The girl's head was raised, searching the chaos with her eyes. She found what she was looking for, and stood. "Greer! Ziph's hurt. Shocker."
Greer and Ditto arrived at the downed boy at the same time. "Who are you?" the raven-haired girl (not Greer) demanded.
"Lucien 'Ditto' Bonn. Bartoli baby. And you?"
"Elffa Bashkir."
"That could explain a lot. And you must have at least one sibling?"
"A twin. Stefan. But I haven't heard from him in forever. I lost touch about five years ago, when Mother died, but I still heard of him. Now, nothing."
"He...he died two years ago. Shot on orders from Ellen Faustino."
Elffa lowered her head sadly. "That's too bad. If I could've found him, I would've loved to talk to him again."