Hey guys! I guess you've stumbled upon this little request that my lovely rachida made. :)

Just a heads up, the chapters will be short but I've decided to break this up into kind of a miniseries after typing out one long monster fic. For what I put in it, it just seemed like too much for someone to sit and read all at once, so this way, I can at least break it up and go into further details! :Db

NOTE: The name Ayla belongs to me, but the character herself was "designed" by rachida. Sadly, Kol Mikaelson doesn't belong to either of us, but everyone can dream!

OH, JUST AN FYI! All of the important dead characters from season four leading up to when they wake up Silas are alive because I said so! So for sure Alaric, Kol (well durka durka) and Jeremy will be alive in this~! :D

It's been ninety years since I saw your face, Damon, I thought quietly to myself as the taxi driver pulled onto the Salvatore property, I wonder if you'll still remember me?

When the vehicle pulled up to the door, I handed the driver his money and hopped out with my bag in tow. A smile made its way to my face as I observed my surroundings. Not much had been done since the last time I had come to visit, except for minor changes to the exterior and property. I'd noticed that a couple of the windows had been changed, and the front yard was missing several large trees off to the left side of the estate. What mattered was that the boarding house hadn't gone under any extreme structural changes, and still carried that immortal feel to it.

I had been so carried up in my reminiscing thoughts of my first time spent on the property; I hadn't even noticed a truck pull into the driveway. When I heard a male voice come from behind me, I turned and looked at the guest. He was of average height and looked to be in his late twenties. He had dark blonde hair and from what I could see, dark blue to light hazel eyes. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

"Are you lost?" He walked forward, taking cautious steps towards me as if to defend himself should I choose to attack him.

I blinked, "No. I'm not expected, but I'm a friend of the Salvatore's. Well, I'm friends with Damon. I've never been close to Stefan."

"I see," His posture softened slightly, "What's your name?"

"Ayla," I turned to fully face him, "And yours?"

"Alaric. I'm friends with Damon as well."

I nodded slightly and watched him as he stopped a few feet away from me. We stared at one another in total silence for what seemed like hours, each waiting for the other to make a move when the door to the boarding house wretched open. In an instant, I felt that cold but comforting presence of Damon wash through me and turned to face my now shocked friend.

"I thought I was going crazy but I guess not!" Damon smirked and sped over, grabbing me into a tight hug and proceeded to spin circles.

I giggled and smiled bright, "I was in the area so I decided to come visit!"

"And you're here by yourself?" Damon set me down and eyed me suspiciously, "Last time we chatted, you were running with a couple other witches."

I shrugged nonchalantly, "I got tired of them and decided to go off on my own."

"Wait," Alaric pulled both our attention to his now confused self, "Are you a vampire or something?"

"I'm something," I grinned and winked, "Just a witch. There's not a spell I can't perform and I don't tire as easily as most others. I guess you could say I'm a little special."

Alaric nodded and watched as Damon slung his arm over my shoulders, "Watch yourself Ric, this girl is like fire and ice. She looks all sweet and innocent now, but wait until someone pisses her off."

"Hey, I've only beaten you up once," I fake pouted, "No need to bring that up again."

"Has everyone you ever came into contact with kicked your ass before?" Alaric asked, amusement clear in his tone.

I smiled proudly, "Damon was a jerk but, I beat him down and made him say 'aunt'."

"Aunt?"

"Do I look like an uncle to you?" I snorted but soon smiled as Alaric shook his head several times, "That's what I thought!"

Damon grinned, "Long story short, before I had real control over myself, I found her wandering in the streets. When I stopped her she said she was looking for someone, so I lured her into a false sense of security and then attacked her when we were alone and out of sight."

"But Ayla's a witch, isn't she? Didn't she sense that you were a vampire?"

"I didn't at first," I admitted sheepishly, "Around the time when Damon found me my powers had just awakened, so I couldn't distinguish human or vampire without touching them first."

"Just like Bonnie," Alaric smiled slightly, "So when's the part where you beat him up?"

"Oh, he's getting to it," I grinned suddenly, turning my attention back to Damon.

Damon being Damon smirked cockily and continued on with the story, "So when I got a hold of her and sunk my teeth in, she used her witchy powers and threw me off. She wasn't strong enough to hold me down long, but she managed to literally kick my ass and beat the hell out of me. Ever since then, we've been good friends."

Alaric stared at Damon, "So she kicked your ass, and you didn't try to kill her?"

"Nah. Any girl who has the balls to come after me like that deserves the respect I have for Ayla," Damon rubbed my shoulder gently, "I guess you could say Ayla here is like Lexi is to Stefan."

"So in other words," Alaric motioned between us with his hand, "You two are best friends? Wow Damon, I didn't think you were capable of having multiple friends. Let's hope you're not a complete dick to this one like you are to me."

"I like this guy," I giggled and gave Alaric the thumbs up, "He must have a hard head and lots of patience to put up with you."

Damon glared, "Hey now, I'm not all that bad."

"Speak for yourself," Alaric muttered and walked by to head into the boarding house.

I watched as his friend walked inside with the door closing behind him and then smiled up at Damon, "I've missed you."

Damon smiled a genuine smile and enveloped me in a tight hug, muttering softly at how he'd wished I'd called often or had actually come to visit every now and then. I giggled lightly and hugged back; enjoying the comfort only Damon could bring me. He was after all, my best friend.

"How long are you staying?" Damon pulled away and looked down at me.

I shrugged, "A couple weeks, maybe? It depends on if I can find some place to stay in the meantime."

"Uhm, hello!" Damon over-exaggerated his hand motion towards the boarding house, "Tons of rooms to choose from here."

I grinned and poked his side, "I know! I was just waiting for you to offer. You know I don't like asking for anything."

Without another word, Damon swiftly picked me up and whirled through the house and into one of the bedrooms. When he let me down I looked around and frowned. The room was filled with everything one would need to keep themselves happy. It was up to date and modern, with very expensive looking furnishings to match the rest of the slender and decor, but it still didn't feel homey enough.

"Let me guess," Damon crossed his arms, "Something's not suited to your high standards, princess?"

"Nope," I popped the 'p' and brushed passed him, "So I'm going to look until I find a room I like."

I could feel Damon walking behind me as I peeked into various empty rooms in search of one I would call my temporary home until I stopped at a rather large room with a massive window. When I walked in I grinned to myself. The bed itself was very plain but elegant with the white sheets and comforter that hung off to the side of the fancy posts that sprung up from the head and tail board. There was a rather large dresser off to the side of the room that was beside the entrance to an absolutely gorgeous bathroom.

Without looking to see where Damon was standing I clasped my hands, "I'm taking this room. Any objections?"

"I'm glad you like it," Damon smirked and appeared in front of my, "I don't really have an objection, but I think I should tell you something."

My eyebrow rose, "Let me guess," I sighed for added dramatic effect, "This is your room, isn't it? It was almost too good to be true."

"You know I would never object to sharing a bed with a pretty girl like you, Ayla," His eyebrows wiggled causing me to laugh.

I reached up and poked his nose, "Yeah right. I'm taking your room for the entire stay, so I'm kicking you out. Now go so I can change!"

"Love, you've got nothing I haven't seen before, so why do I have to leave?"

"Because you're my best friend and I don't want you to see me naked, now go before I kick your ass again!" I glared playfully and gave him as hard a shove as I could towards the door.

Damon pretended to be hurt by my words, "You're such a cruel person, Ayla. You're just so cruel."

"Like I haven't heard that before," I smiled and gave him one more shove, closing the door quickly to avoid him zipping back into the room.

I stood against the door with a grin as Damon muttered several not so very nice things to himself before disappearing down the hallway. Taking full advantage of the time I had to myself before Damon would return (because, being Damon, he definitely would) I rushed to take a quick shower and then dressed in more comfortable clothing before zipping downstairs.

I hadn't paid attention to where I was going and soon collided with someone much taller then myself, "Oouf!" I pouted and rubbed my rear end slightly after tumbling back towards the ground, my tail bone crying in a brief sting of pain after colliding with one of the stairs.

"You okay?"

I looked up to see none other than Damon's younger brother, Stefan. Man, it had been ages since I last saw him, and he hadn't changed at all.

"Yeah," I jumped up and dusted myself off, "It's been a long time, Stefan."

"It has," He offered me a small smile, "Last time I'd seen you, you were saying goodbye to my brother because you were going after some other witches to train with."

"Yeah... Well that didn't exactly work out. I kind of dabbled in the darker stuff so they extradited me. I was off on my own for God knows how long before I'd started running with some other witches who didn't exactly follow nature's rules, either," I fibbed, knowing St. Stefan would look his nose down at me if I told him the truth.

"So then, you know that expression crap?"

My eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes... How do you know of expression?"

"Because our wicked witch knows expression," Damon appeared and leaned against the wall, "She's apparently in cahoots with Silas and is helping him."

"You have a witch helping Silas?" I glared, "Really? Man, you guys really fucked up royally this time."

"So we've been told. On countless occasions, actually," Stefan stated with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I looked at Stefan, "Who else knows of Silas?"

"The crazy youngest male Original, of course," I could instantly tell by Damon's tone that he was definitely not a fan of this man he spoke of, "He's terrified of him and tried everything he could to stop us from going after the cure, but we managed to trap him long enough to lock him in Elena's living room with his dear brother Klaus while we went to the island. Lets just say when both brothers got out, they were out for blood. No pun intended, of course."

I rolled my eyes, "Of course you guys did. You'd do anything for the Petrova doppelganger, much like you would for her ancestor, Katerina. I wouldn't be surprised if when one of you gets the bright idea to turn said girl into a vampire that she becomes a miniature Katerina. Oh, wait, apparently that's already happened and now we just wait for the personality change."

Neither brother made an attempt to argue or go hostile about my comment towards Katerina, surprising me slightly. Both boys remained quiet as Alaric walked up to join the conversation.

"So do you know anyone else in town?" He looked at me with a friendly demeanor instantly brushing over him.

I shook my head, "No. No one else knows I'm in town except for you three."

"Well, we were just heading to the grill before you showed up. So why not come along?" Damon walked over and slung his arm over my shoulder, "Say hi to everyone. Maybe meet a cute boy there for me to scare off?"

I rolled my eyes and jabbed my finger into his side, "Please. I haven't found an attractive male in ages. What makes you think I'll find one in this little town?"

Stefan and Alaric watched amused as Damon gasped and pretended to look insulted, "Once again you've managed to hurt me so deeply. How could you, Ayla?"

"Easy, now let's go."

Welp, first chapter done! Like I said at the beginning, the chapters will be a little on the short side, but I plan on stretching this out a little so please look forward to the rest of this miniseries. :)

So what do we think of Ayla so far? I know we've just met her, but what are your thoughts on her? :)

Chapter two will be up in a matter of seconds following this one, as I plan on uploading most of this miniseries pretty much all at once. You know, because it would be kind of mean of me to upload piece by piece considering this was a request! :D

Comment/review if you liked it, you lovely people! :)