A Little Fall Of Rain

Disclaimer: I own none of the recognisable characters.

Rating: M

Pairing: Elijah/OC

Warnings: Violence and sexual situations.

Summary: What if there was a third Salvatore sibling? A sister? What if she had become a vampire?

A/N: Any italics it is flashbacks. I will state the year as well. :D Enjoy!

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Chapter One

She hated riding the bus. It was boring and cramped. She had to cope with it because she was keeping her head down. She preferred flying. But she was going home. "Now arriving at Mystic Falls." The bus driver announced. Annie stood up, grabbed her bag and left the bus. My God, it had changed. She had not been here in over 100 years. The sunlight hit her face and she smiled to herself. She was thankful for her daylight ring. "Thanks Emily." She chuckled as she collected her backpack and moved away from the bus. She fished her phone out of her pocket, and quickly dialled a number. "I'm here." She spoke to the person on the other end.

"I know." He spoke from behind her.

"Damon." She smiled and hugged him tightly.

"Hello baby sister." He hugged her tightly. "You look good."

She scoffed and stepped back from him. "I know. I am over 160 years old." She smiled widely. "Food?"

"What kind?" He whispered as he led her down the street.

"Normal kind." Annie laughed as he led her into a food place, called The Grill. "Does Stefan...?"

"Know you are here? No. Truth. He doesn't know that you are alive. Well, dead alive. Alive dead?" He laughed as he sat her at a table. "Burger?" She nodded silently as she put her bag on the floor next to her. It seemed strange for her to be back in Mystic Falls. She had not been back here since the day she ran away from home.

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1863

"You look beautiful today." George whispered in her ear as he led her through the town. She was only 15 years old and very much in love. They had been courting ever since her débutante ball. She specifically picked out a peacock blue dress to impress him. Her long dark curls fell loosely down her back. She had her arm linked with his.

"Oh George." She blushed. "You look very handsome. As always." She looked at him. Her brown eyes fixed on his face. She giggled when he kissed her cheek. "What was that for?"

"I just felt like it." He smiled at her. "Come with me. I want to show you something." He led her out of the town and into a large meadow.

"What's this?" She looked around in confusion. She turned her attention back to George but found him kneeling in front of her. "What are you doing?"

"Marianne Salvatore, will you marry me?" He held her hand in his. "I've spoken with your father and he has agreed to us marrying."

She laughed. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." She smiled broadly as he stood up and kissed her. She was extremely happy.

Damon and Annie sat together in The Grill. "Tongues are wagging." He chuckled as he sipped his whisky.

"Oh Damon. Now, why is that?" She asked before eating one of her fries. "What have you done?"

He smirked and held up his empty glass, signalling to the barman for another drink. "I may have caused a stir."

She scoffs and finishes the last of her burger. "I don't want to know." She sipped her soda. "So, what's new here? It's been a while since I walked these streets." She laughed softly. "I can't do it. I hate this place. Why the hell did you invite me here? You know I have too many bad memories."

"I know." He grinned cheekily. He nodded in the direction of the pool table. "See the dark haired boy over there."

She looked over her shoulder and nodded. "Who is he?"

"That is a Lockwood."

"What?" She stared at the young man. "So George got married. Poor girl."

"Well, he did. But he never had any children with her." He smirked as he sipped his drink. "They adopted a boy."

Annie looked back at her brother. "What?! Father told me he was dead!"

"Well, our dear father lied to you." Sipping his drink.

"Did you know? He was alive?"

"No. I swear to you. I would have never let father give him away." Damon placed his hand over his younger sister's. "Never." He smiled at her, she smiled back. "There we are. My favourite smile."

She laughed softly. "What brought you back here?" She asked as she pulled her hand away from his. Her eyes flickered to the door. "You are kidding me!" She stared at Damon. "Katherine? Really?"

"Ah! That's not Katherine." He looked over his shoulder. "That is Elena Gilbert. Your other brother's love of his life."

"Oh no." She whispered. "He's here." She turned around. "I can't let him see me." She stood up, picking her bag up. "Not yet." She whispered and humanely rushed out of The Grill.

"Damn it!" Damon groaned as he watched her leave.

"New girlfriend, Damon? Already scared her off?" Elena laughed as she and Stefan sat down with Damon.

"No. You scared her off." He downed his drink and stood up. "Have fun." He put money on the table and left them alone.

Elena watched him leave and turned back to Stefan. "What's that about?"

He sighed and shrugged his shoulder. "I have no idea. As you know, Damon is a mystery to me."

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Damon followed his sister. He knew where she would go. She would go home. He found her standing at the sight, where their family home used to stand. "Annie?"

"I used to feel safe here. I used to be able to love this place." She threw her bag on the floor. "Why did you bring me back here, Damon?" She turned to face him. "To see... To see his family here. My family." She walked into his arms, which he wrapped around her. He held her, gave her comfort. "Why didn't I die that day? Properly died. Had a funeral and everything."

"I know. I wish had too." He held her tightly. "But I am glad that we got to know each other better. That you are the most annoying sister in the world."

She chuckled wryly. "I know. It's always been my job to annoy you and Stefan."

"Mari?" A voice gasped behind them.

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A/N: This is set after Elena is a vampire. It will be clear in the next chapter. To pronounce Marianne's name, it is Mar-EE-Ann. If you have ever seen Sense and Sensibility, then you will know how to pronounce it. I will be writing this story quite slowly as I have two other stories which are nearly finished and then I will concentrate on this story.