Summary: Sophia Salvatore has a reputation; she's ruthless, volatile, unpredictable. When she returns to Mystic Falls with questionable motives, Damon and Stefan find their sister is a lot different than the last times they saw her. Vengeful and duplicitous, Sophia soon finds its harder to stay true to her plans when her emotions start to find their way back to her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries. The only thing I own is Sophia Salvatore. All rights go to the respective owners.

Happy Birthday, Brother

Sophia lifted the glass of bourbon to her lips and took a sip. Letting the liquid to slither down her throat, it allowed her to quench the hunger that driving her insane. She needed to feed, but on whom? She had one person in mind, but she knew it would anger her brother even more. She did have some self control, she knew when he had been tortured enough for one day. Speaking of him, the door to the Salvatore Boarding House opened and slammed behind the younger Salvatore brother.

"Care to share?" Sophia questioned, lifting the alcohol to her mouth again. Sophie turned on her heel to watch her brother storm towards her.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Stefan pointed his finger at her. "You and Damon, you planned this."

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Sophia smirked, playing the innocent card. Please, she was far from innocent.

"Damon staked Lexi," Stefan spat. "And I know you had something to do with it."

"So what if I did?" she questioned. "One more vampire dead, one less vampire I have to worry about."

"She was my friend."

"She was my liability," she's mouth broke into a smirk and she chuckled. "You should have listened to Alexia when you had the chance. Maybe she would still be alive if you did." Stefan launched himself at Sophia. The glass of bourbon fell to the floor and smashed. He grabbed her by the throat and held her against the wall. However, Stefan was soon overpowered by his younger sister; the ten year age different made no difference. Sophia drank human blood where Stefan didn't. Even as hungry as she was, she would almost always be stronger than her big brother. Sophia pushed him off her and she vamped across the room, her skirt blowing in the breeze she created.

"Who are you?" he asked, gasping for air; both in anger and out of exertion.

"Are you blind? Or has Bambi blood been screwing with your head?" Sophia asked, smiling. "I'm your sister. You're baby sister. You wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

"No, my sister wouldn't do this," Stefan emphasised. "My sister wasn't a monster. Definitely not in 1864 and not 85 years ago."

"We are vampires, Stefan," Sophia stepped closer to him, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor as she drew nearer. Her face showed no emotion, but her eyes screamed ferocity. It was like she was ready to pounce at the next moment she had. "We are abominations of nature; monsters. We are supposed to hunt, to kill; kill humans, Stefan. Not those little forest animals you feed on. Our senses desire us to. It doesn't make me a monster for embracing my nature; if anything, you're the monster for denying yours." Sophia turned on the spot and walked away from her older brother, stepping through the broken glass and spilled alcohol. "You better clean that up, Stef. You don't want it staining the hardwood."

Earlier that day...

Sophia smiled as her car came to stop. Looking up at the late Edwardian style house; she thought back quite a few decades. She had called this house 'home' once before in the 1940's during her once and only visit home. Since she turned, her feelings for her home town had changed. Well, she says changed. She means disappeared. Sophia let go of her emotions a long time ago.

Grabbing her bag, she hopped out of the car and walked straight through the front door of the house. Strange, she thought. Surely the owners had changed since in the past sixty-odd years. That would mean she wouldn't be able to enter. Unless...

"Zachary," Sophia called. She wasn't stupid. If she was going home, she would find out what Salvatore's were still in town. "Honey, I'm home." A young-looking blonde woman stepped out into Sophia's view. Lexi's eyes scanned Sophia nervously; she knew straight away who she was. Their paths had cross before. It took a little bit longer for the blondes face to register in the Salvatore girls memory. "Alexia Branson. Well isn't this a surprise. How nice to see you again."

"What are you doing here?" Lexi questioned her. To Lexi, trouble hung around vampires like Sophia like a bad smell. If she was here, it wasn't going to be good for anyone. Trouble would always soon follow

"I've come home," Sophia smirked. "A better is question is what are you doing here?"

"I've come to see your brother," Lexi stood up, folding her arms over her chest protectively. She heard many stories of Sophia Salvatore over the years. She knew she could pull anything if she pushed the right buttons. Just ask...oh, no you can't.

"Gone off the rails again, has he?" Sophia asked in an uninterested tone. Sophia had barely seen her brothers over the years. She last saw Stefan in the 1920's and Damon in the 1960's. "Let me a guess, another town virtually whipped out at the hands of my blood-thirsty bro? That is his one redeeming quality after all. He's a spectacular killer. Maybe he'll have some more personality to him now. I heard he can be rather dull nowadays. I suppose Bambi does that to vampires."

"It's his birthday. You would have remembered if you gave a damn about anyone but yourself."

"Ouch. Lexi, retract the claws please. You know you're words can't hurt me." Sophia smirked, making her way down the steps into the atrium of the house. She looked down on the table and saw the blood bag Lexi had been sipping on. "B negative? I'm a bit of an A positive kind of girl, straight from the vein too. None of this bag bullshit."

"What are you doing here?" Lexi questioned her again.

"It's my brother's birthday," she said in a matter-of-fact tone and shrugging her shoulders. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

"You haven't seen Stefan for over 85 years," Lexi reminded her, causing Sophia to roll her eyes. "And you hated his guts then even more than you did in 1915. What are you like now?"

"You've an exemplary memory, Alexia," Sophia said. "I, also, hope you remember what you were told in 1915 if you ever try to hurt me again."

"Sophia," A male voice broke the hardening stare forming between the two young (appearing) women. Sophia didn't look a day over twenty; the age she died at after a bout of tuberculosis. Lexi didn't look much older. Sophia turned her head stiffly to see Stefan making his way over to them. "What are you doing here?"

"Just what I was trying to find out," Lexi stated and a coy smile stretched across Sophia's lips once again.

"Happy birthday," Sophia exclaimed. "Wow, Stef. You don't look a day over 17. You have to tell me your secret!" Stefan's eyes descended to the floor, while Sophia's glare at him hardened. "Oh, wait. I already know that."

1864

"Miss Sophia," Diana's voice sounded down the hall. Sophia sat in the middle of the room, a doll in hand and brushed its hair gently. Her petite, seven-year-old body was swaddled in the light blue dress that cut off just below her knees. Her brown hair hung in loose curls over her shoulders and was gaining momentum in its growth. Sophia's brown doe eyes looked up to the door only to see her nursemaid fly into the room; panic etched on her features.

"Diana, what is the matter?" Sophia's words fell on deaf ears. Diana made it her mission to protect this little girl from the monster down the hall; the monster she would have called her brother only three days passed. Diana locked the door quickly and somehow managed to push the wooden chest of drawers in front of the door, with as much strength as her slim, feminine body could muster.

"Sophia, get in the wardrobe," Diana exasperated, her voice barely audible from her lack of breath. Sophia didn't move from her spot, staring up at her nurse. It was only when something banged against the door that Sophia finally budged. "Now."

"There's not enough room for you," Sophia spoke softly, looking up into Diana's watery, green eyes. Diana took the little girls head in her hands and kissed her forehead.

"I'll be fine, Sophia," Diana said, her voice breaking slightly. The creature continued to bang on the door, attempting to enter the room. She knew there was no way she was getting out of this situation alive; she made secret prayers to God that Sophia would be safe. "Don't say a word. You be quite and stay here. Don't come out for anyone you don't trust." With that Diana closed the doors of the wardrobe.

In the darkness, Sophia heard her turn the key. Clutching the doll close to her rapidly rising and falling chest, she heard the door finally break down. A single strand of light cascaded into the wardrobe as Diana moved away from the doors. Peering through the gap, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. Standing there, a rim of blood drying around his mouth and dripping onto his already blood stained shirt, was her brother, Stefan; a vampire.

"What are you doing here, Sophia?" Stefan asked monotonously.

"I just told you," Sophia shrugged and walked away from him, her eyes looking around the house curiously. "Where's Damon? I'd like to see my favourite brother. I heard he was here, too."

"From who?" Lexi stared Sophia down, after she snapped her head around to glare back; so fast it would break a human neck. Luckily, Sophia isn't human.

"A personal friend of mine," Sophia smiled coyly in response. "Who you haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet. So, is Damon here? Or has he bailed? He has a tendency to do that."

"No he's still here," Sophia smiled in triumph as she managed to change the subject successfully.

"Unfortunately," Lexi commented.

"Well then. So, Stef," Sophia clapped her hands together. "What are we doing tonight? Have a party? Break a few necks? Suck on a few jugulars? It's not every day a man turns..." Sophia trailed off.

"162, if I'm correct," Damon said as he walked into the room. "And speaking of parties, it's funny you should ask. There is a party at the grill tonight. It'll be perfect. The three amazing Salvatore siblings back together." Lexi cleared her through. "Featuring the sadistic sidekick."

"Yeah, I don't want a birthday party," Stefan admitted.

"Well it's not for you," Damon told him. "It's a party party. Caroline is throwing it. No one's gonna know it's your birthday."

"Damon, stay away from Caroline."

"Wait, who's Caroline?" Sophia perked up.

"We're friends, it's cool," Damon raised his hand in defense. "It's important for the town to see us out and about like normal folk. We need to blend; especially you sister." Pointing the finger at her, he looks down at Lexi's stash of blood bags and turns up his nose. "I prefer mine at 98.6." Almost as suddenly as he arrives, Damon was gone again. But, Sophia didn't let him go too far. She noticed the hostility between him and Lexi; she could use him. Lexi knew too much. Sophia decided that in the moment she saw her in her house; Lexi was dead.

-X-

Sophia followed Damon out of the house and suggested they go for drinks. It had been forty years since the Salvatore brother and sister had last seen each other. There was some catching up to do. Sophia never held the same unreceptive feelings she had for Stefan, for Damon. Damon never killed their father; her nursemaid; almost her. After Damon compelled a couple of drinks for them, they took a seat at a secluded table, away from any noticeable preying ears, and began to talk. Eventually they fell upon the topic of both their unexpected returns.

"So, what brings in the infamous Damon Salvatore back to Mystic Falls?" Sophia questions, taking a drink. "Last time I saw you, you were adamant you were never coming back."

"As were you, sister," Damon nodded his head.

"I was feeling homesick," Sophia lied straight through her teeth. She knew Damon would be harder to divert away from the subject of her sudden return. "I'm sure you were too."

"Pscht, yeah right," Damon narrowed his eyes. "I have a good reason to be back."

"I'm sure you do," Sophia shook her head, her medium length hair billowing over shoulders. She lifted the drink to her lips again. "Where does Caroline Forbes fit into all of this? Or is that prying?"

"I need her to do a little something for me," Damon told his sister, as she took a swig of her drink. "Plus, there are benefits."

"Ew, no," Sophia recoiled. "I do not want to hear another story out of the Damon Salvatore Love Affair Bible."

"Your loss," Damon shrugged. "Our friend, Lexi, loved it in the seventies."

"You and Lexi, yeah right," Sophia laughed it off.

"Believe what you want, little sister," Damon said. "But, I'd happily have her not here at this very moment in time."

"I agree," Sophia said, leaving forward over the table. "So, what's the plan, bro?"

"What plan?"

"The plan," Sophia straightened, "the 'plan-to-get-rid-of-Lexi' plan."

"You want to get rid of Lexi?" he questioned and Sophia nodded.

"Just as badly as I think you do," Sophia replied.

"Then, what's do you suggest?" he asked and Sophia rolled her eyes. To take a leaf out of the Lion King, 'I am surrounded by idiots'.

"I asked you that, dumbass," Sophia said in an exasperated tone.

"Plotting and scheming? And use of fowl language? This isn't the sister I knew," Damon commented. Sophia gave him a coy grin.

"It was the sixties, Damon."

"And you loved the hippies," Sophia laughed.

"That I did," she said, thinking back to their last encounter in 1969, which so happened to be Woodstock. Three days of music, blood and alcohol (and maybe some drugs) got the Salvatore siblings reacquainted in the late-sixties and here they are again forty years later. Sophia and Damon both took another drink before another woman approached them. Sophia didn't know who she was, but the woman made it very clear she wasn't looking for Sophia.

"Damon," she began in a hushed tone. "May I speak with you for a minute?"

"Oh, Carol," Damon said, extending his hand out towards his sister. "I don't suppose you've met mine and Stefan's sister, Sophia. Sophia, this is Carol Lockwood."

"Lockwood, so you're one of the founding families?" Sophia extended her hand for a handshake. "It's nice to meet you."

"Married into one," Carol chuckled, eyeing Sophia suspiciously. "It's nice to meet you too."

"Don't worry, Sophia knows about our little infestation problem," Damon told her. Sophia looked at Damon shocked. The Founders really had an agenda to keep their town as vampire free as possible, if they were still holding meetings about it. Sophia often remembered Benjamin and Nancy-Anne Lockwood going to 'Founder's council meetings' late at night in the town hall. She even faintly remembers her father attending some before his fate ensured him.

"Yeah," Sophia put on her best concerned eyes. She was a member of a founding family after all; she needed to look like she actually cared about this town. "What are you planning on doing? It's a serious issue, after all." Sophia could feel Damon's eyes burrowing into her.

"Well, that's what we're going to discuss," Carol told them. "Richard has called an emergency council meeting for this afternoon. Since Zach has left town, Damon has been filling in on the town council. We're happy for you to attend too, Sophia."

"Of course," Sophia smiled. From the corner of her eye she could see Damon turn to look at her suspiciously.

"We'll see you there," Carol said with a smile and left quickly.

"Let me guess, she doesn't know," Sophia said, lifting the drink to her lips again. "She seems a lot nicer than Nancy-Anne."

"No, and she has nothing on Nancy-Anne," Damon narrowed his eyes at her. "Why do you want to attend a council meeting?"

"Duh," Sophia let out after swallowing the alcohol. "I'm a founding family member. It's only right that two Salvatore's sit on the council, just like the Lockwood's and the Fell's, etcetera, etcetera."

"You've something up your sleeve," Damon accused her as she reclined in the seat.

"What makes you say that?" Sophia rolled her eyes in an 'as-if' fashion.

"You swoop back into town like you only left yesterday," Damon analysed. "You want to get rid of Lexi, you join the town council. I'm sorry if that isn't adding up. Next you'll be getting a job and saying 'ya'll'"

"It doesn't need to, you just have to trust me, Damon," Sophia said shaking her head, her hair bouncing around her shoulders. "And please, I had a Victorian education. I speak three languages, I will never say 'y'all'".

"Trusting you is the last thing I'll do now," Damon told her. "I know you're up to something. You could put what I want at risk."

"I don't know whether you're being smart or dumb, brother," Sophia quirked a single eyebrow and took another drink, finishing her glass. "I think that'll be me. Text me the deets of this meeting and then we can plot and scheme like the plotters and schemers we are after; but, not for too long. I have a party to attend."

"So this is it?" Damon asked as Sophia rose from her seat. "You're back for good?"

"For now."

-X-

After the town council meeting, Sophia felt reassured that her position in this town wouldn't be put in jeopardy. They seemed to only be going after vampires that come out at night. Unlike other vampires, Sophia opted for a lapis lazuli studded necklace. If worn under her clothes, it made it harder for other vampires, mainly her enemies, to try and kill her by quickly stealing her daylight ring. Plus, daylight rings were too mainstream in her opinion. She felt so hipster.

Sophia entered the Grill and went straight to the bar. Compelling herself a drink, she noticed her eldest brother talking to a pretty blonde girl. Caroline, Sophia thought. Sophia watched as their conversation turned sour and perked up her hearing to get a better understanding. She heard something about a necklace. But, why would Damon want an old piece of junk jewellery. Unless, he needs it for his own agenda. Sophia narrowed her eyes and made her away over to the blonde teenager once her brother had finally ditched her.

"I apologise for him," Sophia in her most sympathetic voice possible. "He can be a dick sometimes. I'm Sophia, by the way. I'm Damon and Stefan's li-" she stopped herself before she could say anymore. "Sister."

"I didn't know Damon and Stefan had a sister," Caroline said, confused.

"I haven't seen them in forever," Sophia hated trying to sound so nice and sweet. But, it was the only way she could get Caroline to trust her enough. "I've been...up the coast at college."

"Oh, right."

"What does Damon want with the necklace?" Sophia asked, looking straight into Caroline's eyes. Sophia sighed when she realised the girl must be on vervain.

"How do you know about that?" Caroline asked.

"I've very good hearing," Sophia said quickly. "He seems like he really needs it."

"Yeah, but I don't know why," Caroline confessed in an annoyed tone. "He never told me. If you excuse me, I'm going to talk to my friends, Bonnie."

"Bitch," Sophia said snidely, narrowing her eyes at the human walking away from her. Licking her lips, Sophia realised just how hungry she was. She hadn't had a proper feed in days. She snacked on the odd truck driver on her way to Mystic Falls, but that was only sustenance. Sophia was hungry and she was in the process of eying up her dinner when something more interesting walked through the door. Sophia's mouth fell slightly ajar at the sight of it and the words left her mouth before she realised it. "Katherine..."

Firstly, I want to apologize. Sophia sounds so Mary Sue in this chapter. I swear to you, she's not. Just give her a couple of chapters and you'll see the real Sophia. She's just very one dimensional in this chapter. I don't even know how I managed to write her like that.

Secondly, this is a rewrite of a previous fanfiction I had posted on here. I changed it a lot and now I'm ready to repost it. Now, I am in college at the minute and updates may be scattered here there and everywhere for the first while, but come Christmas break I can write away. Of course, if I don't get writers block during that time.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

-Holly xx