Title: Mia Sorella Scuro Gemello
Pen Name: TurquoiseKiwi
Pairings: Stefan/Elena, Damon/Jeremy, Tyler/Caroline, Matt/OC
A/N: Hey there guys, here's my replacement story for I Love You Endlessly AU. I know, I know, you liked the story, so did I, but I have no inspiration for it anymore! :'( Sorry! Don't Kill Me!
You're gonna love this new story! Here's Chapter 1!
Chapter 1
Mystic Falls, 1856
"Come and get us, Damon," I shrieked as I hitched my skirts up above my ankles and ran, grabbing Stefan's hand in the process
I could hear his heavy footfalls behind me but I didn't look back for a second. I was giggling heavily which was making it harder to keep up our pace, I could hear him laughing behind me and his running form was getting closer and closer to ours.
"Gotcha!" Damon cried as one of his arms circled my waist, pulling me to him, while grabbing Stefan's arm and doing the same. Suddenly, Stefan began to giggle and I realised why soon after.
"No," I squealed as Damon tickled my side, "We surrender, let us go!"
"Let you go?" Damon repeated, "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes!" Stefan and I shouted in unison, out of breath from laughing so much, "Let us go!"
"As you wish," he said and he loosened his grip on us.
I started to spin around, faster and faster until I had lost my breath and stopped. My head was spinning and the ground was unstable under my feet, I took a step and went crashing down to the earth with a thud.
"Violet? Are you okay?" Stefan said, his voice sounding from somewhere above me.
I rolled over and he saw the fact I was in hysterical fits of laughter and joined in automatically. Damon strode over to us and made a move to step over me but I grabbed onto his feet and watching as he went tumbling into the grass making me laugh that much harder.
"That's what you get, Damon," I giggled, sticking my tongue out at him, then stood up and walked over to Stefan and he picked me up and twirled me once, before setting me back on my feet
Damon, shaking with laughter, ran his hands through his hair, sitting up and crossing his legs.
"Princess? Stef? Are you out here?" I heard a voice call.
I sighed, my relaxation being interrupted and slowly turned. We all stood up straight and watched our father stalk across the lawn towards us, his eyes on me and Stefan, his face split into a proud beam.
"There you are, you two," Father smiled, kissing my forehead when he reached us, "I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday."
"Thank you, Father," we said, smiling politely at our father.
"I can't believe that's you're both seventeen, you're growing up before my eyes," Father chuckled and I forced a small laugh, "Now, I have to go to a meeting, we're making sure that everything's set for the Founders' Day Festival. Your mother told me you have outfits picked out?"
"Yes, Father." we both said, trying our hardest to sound interested. It obviously worked as Father just smiled
"Good. I hope you have a good birthday!" he said, placing another delicate kiss to my forehead and placing his hand on Stefans' shoulder. Father turned to the right to look at our older brother and nodded towards him, "Damon."
"Father," Damon nodded back in the exact same stiff tone.
Father smiled at us again before turning and heading back to the large manor.
"Sometimes I think he trys too hard," I said sadly.
"Sometimes I think he forgets I exist," Damon said, but there was a trace of a smile on his face.
"You know that's not true, Damon. He loves you," I insisted, even though I didn't really believe it.
Damon just chuckled, "You need to get your head out of the clouds, Violet."
"Her head isn't in the clouds, he does love you" Stefan said, putting his arm around me.
Damon chuckled again, "Whatever lets you sleep at night, you two."
I sighed, looking up into the eyes of my best friend and twin brother; his lime green eyes the exact copy of the ones that I had. I never really took my time to look at how alike Stefan and I looked. Our eyes were the obvious give away that we were related, but everything down to our face shape, nose, bone structure and lips were identical - except mine were maybe more feminine looking. We even had the exact same shade of hair except mines was long and curly, reaching my mid-back and Stefan's was short and slightly shaggy looking. We were both very skinny, Stefan even more so as he'd recently had a growth-spurt which took him way past me in height. We looked very different to our older brother, Damon though, it was hard to even tell we were siblings, but with Stefan and me it was obvious.
"I bet you can't catch me!" Damon smirked, walking backwards.
"I take you up on that bet, come on Steffie!" I shouted before our game of chase resumed.
Founders' Day, 1855
I couldn't help but giggle as Damon spun me round in circles right in the middle of the ballroom. He had a firm hand on my waist and the other was clasping my hand.
"You're a terrible dancer," I commented with a giggle.
"Really?" he asked, mocking offence, "I have been practicing for you, Violet, but I guess if you don't want to dance with me..."
I watched him as he stepped away from me, pouting slightly which earned another giggle off me.
"I'm only joking with you, Damon," I said, quickly, "You are actually a very good dancer."
"Glad to hear it," he smirked, taking my waist and hand again.
We danced some more and when the orchestra stopped playing that song we both stepped away from each other and bowed dramatically, a smirk on both of our faces.
"Are you not going to dance with Leah Forbes?" I asked him, as he went to take my hand again once a new song began, "She has been desperate to dance with you."
I looked over Damon's shoulder and in fact saw the blonde haired blue eyed Leah Forbes standing at the side of the ballroom, eyeing Damon and I.
"But I do not want to leave you alone," Damon said.
"Damon, I'm going to see Stefan, he looks lonely.," I smiled.
His eyes ran over my face before he kissed my cheek and went over to Leah whose face split into a smile that I guessed must have hurt her cheeks. I sighed and walking through the dancing couples over to take a seat next to my twin.
"Hello, Violet," he smiled at me.
"Hello, Steffie," I returned his smile.
I turned my head towards the dancing couples just in time to see Lucas Donovan walking towards our table. He stopped in front of me and smiled.
"Hello, Violet." he said, his eyes locked on my lips. I fought back a blush.
"Hello, Lucas."
"You look very beautiful tonight," Lucas said as his eyes darted across the table to look at my brother. If looks could kill, Lucas would have dropped dead then and there.
"Thank you," I murmured, then signalled for him to calm down.
"I was wondering if you wanted to dance?" he asked, looking at me again, his hand going up to scratch the back of his neck.
I couldn't help but think the action made him far more annoying than he already was in my eyes. I raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway as he took my hand and led me into the middle of the dancing partners.
After dancing for a while, Lucas had led me outside. We were sitting on the edge of the fountain in the grounds of my home. Lucas shifted slightly, causing me to turn my head towards him. This was the wrong thing to do, as I suddenly felt lips on mine, causing me to jump backwards and fall into the water. He then jumped into the water after me and offered his hand, which I stupidly took, as he then lunged at me again.
"Lucas! What are you doing?" I shrieked as he grabbed my waist.
"You get away from my sister!" someone shrieked from behind us. Stefan ran towards us and grabbed Lucas by the collar and dragged him out of the fountain. Despite Stefan being younger than Lucas, he looked pretty intimidating.
"Stefan, let him go! He isn't worth it!" I cried grabbing my brother from behind but Stefan wasn't for moving.
He shook my hands off him and before I could blink he was throwing punch after punch at Lucas's face. I knew the only reason Stefan had gotten the advantage was that he'd caught Lucas off guard; men tend to lose concentration when they're kissing a girl. But Lucas was slowly getting over the shock and was fighting back against the brave, younger boy; the Donovan had a face like thunder.
"Stop it!" I cried as the two punched the other with as much force as they could muster.
My head was spinning and my heart was thumping against my rib cage threatening to break its confinements. My throat felt dry as I hoarsely cried for the boys to stop fighting. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Damon was there, dragging Stefan away from Lucas, who was now trying to get out of Caleb Lockwoods' grip, hatred in his eyes.
"Let me go, Damon!" Stefan was shouting, almost pleading with our brother to release him. I ran over and stood in front of him, crouching down and looking into his eyes.
"Stefan, calm down! He's not worth it." I said calmly. The calmness of my voice had an instant effect on Stefan, he stopped struggling and let his legs collapse from underneath him. I looked at Damon, silently telling him to let Stefan go, which he did, realising that Stefan wasn't going to do anything stupid. I threw my arms around him and we both sat there on the floor, both crying our hearts out.
Nothing will ever split us up...