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Stefan smiled as slid onto his plush couch. Elena sat next to him and cuddled up to him. It was perfect, the burning wood in the fireplace was smelling great, the spaghetti he had cooked up came out wonderfully and solitude of being the only person living in the huge, empty boarding house was interrupted by his girlfriend. Yes, Stefan decided, this night was perfect. He saw Elena reach for her plate that she had put on the coffee table.
"Stefan?" Elena asked, turning towards him, "Who is this?"

He looked to see what she was talking about, only to wince when he saw it. It was the photo. Stefan had nearly forgotten about it. He had put it face down on the table when he came back to the boarding house, meaning to hide it away in one of the desolate guest bedrooms maybe, but he had forgotten. And now, Elena was holding it.

"Why do you want to know?" Stefan asked, taking the photo out of Elena's hands.

He ran his fingers over the dusty glass. The picture was old, decades old, but you could still see the people in the photo. There were two men dressed in army uniforms. One of them was Stefan, decades ago, but the other was someone he hadn't seen since the photo was taken. Stefan analyzed his face, looking over the man he'd dreaded for years. His short dark hair was cropped short, hidden under a thick army hat. He still had a half hidden smirk, a mix of charming and trouble. The camera must of been shaky and the picture quality was barely short of terrible, but the matching names stitched onto both their uniforms were still legible. Elena could just make out the name Salvatore, printed neatly on their shirts.

"He has the same last name as you and this photo is from the 40s. What is he, your great great great grandson?" Elena asked.

Stefan hesitated. "Thats my brother, actually. Damon."

Elena's brow furrowed, "Brother? Since when have you had a brother?"

"Centuries," Stefan replied, stiffly.

"How don't I know about him? I mean, you enlisted together, but I haven't even heard his name before," Elena questioned.

Stefan chuckled darkly, "We both enlisted, but when the time came to actually leave, Damon took off and I never saw him again."

"You haven't kept in touch? I mean, sixty years is a long time. You must of seen each other once or twice," Elena said, confused.

"Can you drop this, Elena? Please," Stefan pleaded. He didn't want to reopen the can of worms that had been his brother.

"Fine, as long as you don't have any other secret siblings," she joked, before becoming completely serious, "You don't right?"

Stefan laughed, "No, but in other news I think I remember Caroline inviting us out for bowling with her and Matt."

"Oh right!" Elena checked her watch, "And we are five minutes late! Caroline's going to kill us."

Elena ran out the door, while Stefan quickly took out the picture from the frame and threw it into the fireplace. He looked one last time at his brother, before the picture melted into the fire. Stefan ran out the door after Elena.

So, that was chapter one. Hope you enjoyed. This isn't a one shot. It will be updated once a week, every Friday.