AN: Hello, this is Sintary and Vanilliedream here! We bring to you our Vampire Diaries Fanfiction! This story starts just after Klaus tries sacrificing Elena. Enjoy!
Prologue
"Another freak fire and an animal mauling attack Mystic Falls once more. Sheriff Forbes—"
"Blah, blah, blah," I muttered turning off the radio with unnecessary force.
If I had been back at the reservation, I would have marked it and put it in my closet that was full of incidents from Mystic Falls. I had been keeping tack ever since my real mother came to the reservation and told me I had family there in Virginia. Though the years, I collected information about the people there and became aware of what was happening. However, I got bored just reading about it. I wanted adventure—I wanted to experience the magic lying there firsthand and not just read about it in newspaper clipping that I had acquired. That's where I was going now—to find my family and be a part of the dangerous lives that they were living every day. I wasn't afraid of the mystical world; I knew about it, in fact, I was a part of it.
When I was younger, my mother had left me on a Native American Reservation in the Rocky Mountains. The natives there taught me all about the witches, werewolves, and vampires—I even learned how I somehow fit into this crazy mess. They told me I was an elemental manipulator, meaning that I could control all of the elements, both the natural and unnatural to this Earth. And each night, the Native Americans explained to me each night the legends of my abilities. It was so vast that I wished I could learn it all, yet I could only handle so much. I had only two choices, the first one was that I could only specialize in one element, in the end, and learn all the abilities for that one element. However, I wouldn't be able to learn any of the other elements. The other choice would be to learn all of the elements, but not be able to use all of their different applications—this is the choice I choice I eventually went with. My Native American family had told me that I would feel it when I reached my limit and I shouldn't push it—or it would lead to my doom. In addition, my powers aren't permanently good—like most witches—or bad—like most vampires; and they wouldn't stabilize till the prophecy comes true. The prophecy wasn't passed down, so they weren't able to tell me what it was. My hope is that it was somewhere in Mystic Falls. The outcome of being both good and evil is that I have a slight dissociative identity disorder. This vicious cycle leaves me with a vague memory of what my other side did. I have no control over when the switches occur either. They flip like a switch and each time I wake up I could have a different personality. On the bright side, I had a feeling I'd fit in well with my family in Mystic Falls.
I finally glanced around me where I was driving in my car. Being on Route 66 was great since not a lot of cars would drive this anymore. It was just the desert land and the blazing sun—and me. I smirked as I put my car in cruise control and pushed the button for the hood of my car to go down. I stood up and tapped the radio on with my foot. The perfect song came on, "Angel Eyes" by Love and Theft. I let my hands fly back in the wind that I controlled; so that it created a cushion around me so I wouldn't fall or get hurt.
I lived on the wild side and that's just one of the reasons why I belonged in Mystical Falls.
I arrived at my new home about two days later. I pulled my sun glasses down to look at the dainty, old sign that read, "You Are Now Entering Mystic Falls," from my car. It was rather hot out and with the humidity growing I decided to keep the hood of my convertible down. A gust of wind fluttered around me as my lips curled up into a smile.
"I didn't even have to call you," I said smirking now. "Tell me, did your witch tell you I breached the border, or was it your vampire instincts, Steffy?"
I looked at Mr. Pessimist next to me in the passenger seat. He hadn't changed much since the last time I saw him—vampire logic aside. He had the same golden hair; the same deep, dark green eyes; and the same chiseled face exactly like my last memory of him. That last image of him was of him running from his past. My Native American family remembered him from the legends and reluctantly allowed him into their property to see a healer. He had been seeking enlightenment—a purpose for his eternal lifespan. I had greeted him inside the healing hut and sat him down. We exchanged formalities—the man introduced himself as Stefan Salvatore and I merely smiled. I closed my eyes and carefully searched his light soul. While I couldn't tell him the purpose of his life—because what fun would that be?—I did tell him a few truthful things about himself; whether he already knew them or not. His shocked face showed I that was right. Stefan then stayed on the reservation for a month after that. We had become great friends in that time, but he never came back to my home—I only got the occasional letter because he preferred writing.
"Vampire instincts," Stefan replied drily. "Bonnie's not that kind of witch."
I rolled my eyes under their shades as I drove through the town.
"So, how have you been? It's been at least a year since I got a letter." I asked him. I didn't add the last remark because I was mad at him, but because I wanted to know what stalled him.
Stefan gazed ahead. "I'm sure you're probably up to date with it all."
"I asked how you have been—not how the town has been." I replied curtly.
Stefan sighed. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him glance down at his ring and twist it. I smiled at that; old habits seemed to die hard.
"Well, we found yet another Petrova doppelgänger…her name is Elena Gilbert," he paused and looked up.
"And you fell for her, didn't you?" I asked him already knowing his response.
Stefan was silent for a minute. "I did… and so did my brother."
My lips pursued together as I processed the information. "And therefore, history repeats itself once more…"
Stefan gave a light chuckle. "Yeah… well, that's the thing. It did and it didn't." I glanced at him when he stopped talking. My gaze urged him to continue. "Damon and I fell for Elena, but Elena is not like Katherine. While she may soften around Damon, her heart stays true to me."
I nodded, showing I heard his pain-filled words. "What else is new aside from your brother drama?"
"Well, you know the legends of the Petrova doppelgangers right? So, after Katherine killed herself to become a vampire, you can guess what happened when the Originals came in contact with that knowledge of another doppelganger. Of course they were eager to get their hands on her. So, first, it was one. Then there were two here and the other three in coffins. Then five, four, and now we have three Original vampires currently residing in Mystic Falls."
"Sounds like a recipe for disaster. It must have kept you on your toes at least." I smirked.
Glancing at Stefan, he merely gave me one of his brooding looks. "Turn right here and park."
I glanced up at the sign that read: Mystic Falls Grill.
"What is this place?" I asked getting out of my car. "Is Stefan Salvatore taking an under-aged girl into a bar?" I teased.
Stefan smiled. "Wrong, bar and restaurant actually," he corrected.
"Okay, so what are we doing here?" I asked as we walked inside.
"Well, I thought this would be the quickest was the quickest way to introduce you to everyone in the small town, since this is the usual hangout." Stefan explained to me as I looked around.
It was a crowded little place—but with a homey feel to it. The dimmed lighting definitely was a plus for vampires around here, or your normal daily drinkers. The music gently trickled over the noise, making it easy for the "young people" here to feel welcomed enough. In the back center though—toward the bar—was a pool table accompanied with a dartboard. And that seemed to be just the place Stefan was leading me.
"Hey Matt, Tyler and Caroline," Stefan called referring to the blond and black haired guys playing pool and a blond haired girl watching them. All three glanced up before they smiled at Stefan before they zeroed in on me.
"Hi Stefan," the blond—Caroline—greeted. "And who's your new friend?"
The two boys had rested their pools sticks on the ground now, their full attention on me now.
"I'm Fia," I said beating Stefan to it. "I just came in from New Mexico." I put on my best charming smile while I took note of everyone. The only normal one here was the blonde—Matt or Tyler—I had yet to identify who was who.
"Well it's nice to meet you Fia," the blond boy said approaching me. "As Stefan said, I'm Matt." He extended his hand.
I smiled and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Matt." I then turned the black haired boy. "You must be Tyler then." He merely nodded.
"So, Stefan, do you want to join us for another round of pool?" Tyler asked.
Stefan shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. But why don't you guys let Fia play."
"Yeah sure," Matt said with a friendly smile. Tyler looked like he was a little weary about me joining them, but agreed anyway.
I smiled with a skip in my step as I grabbed a pool stick and chalking it up. The boys lined up the balls properly as I joined them.
"Fia, why don't you start," Matt suggested.
"Okay, thanks, Matt!" I replied happily. "Sorry if I'm not that good to start. I've only read about billiards."
I could just fell the negative energy flooding off of Tyler. While he didn't mind me playing, he was a little paranoid that I was just another evil supernatural creature in this town. In order for us to become friends, I figured I'd have to be as natural as possible. So, I lined up the cue ball where I wanted it before striking with my normal strength. The ball sent others flying as a regular outcome. A few balls stayed in the middle while others flew to the borders and holes. I watched as a solid yellow ball rolled towards a pocket where another ball seemed to fallen at rest. At this rate, I knew neither ball would fall in—and I so wanted to get it in. I drew in air and exhaled lightly as my eyes narrowed only slightly—nothing unnatural about it. It looked like I was just determined to score. The yellow ball continued rolling and the speed picked up ever so slightly. It had just enough force to knock both balls in.
I smiled triumphantly, pulling away from my position. I could see the shock stamped on everyone's face.
"Wow," Matt was the first to say something, "For never playing the game before, you sure know what you're doing."
"Great shot," Tyler added. I could see that I was slowly winning him over.
"Yeah, that's like almost impossible to do." Caroline nearly spat. I could see she was trying to be friendly, but after my turn I was sure she knew something was up. There was almost nothing vampires missed.
We continued playing after the glory of my shot wore off. It was a competitive game for Matt and Tyler. They didn't want to lose to a girl, but I didn't want to lose either. I ended up beating them by just getting the eight ball in—and I didn't use the wind gust to help me get it in. They all congratulated me on the close match.
The door's bell chimed just then. Two figures emerged through the doorway, a man and a woman—most likely brother and sister based on how the moved almost in sync. There was an enchanting, ancient feel to them with a dash of power. The man wore a tux and dress pants—much too formal for this place, but it seemed to fit him perfectly. His hair was either brown or black—this damn lighting was too dark to tell which. His sister wore a nice blouse and jeans—a time contrast with her brother. Her hair was a radiating blonde that glowed through the darkness of the room.
I could feel the tension rise above the playful nature of my group. It could only guess two things from this: the man and woman were vampires, and most importantly, they were Originals. I shook my hair around me and called the shadows close to me, hiding my appearance to the vampires as they approached.
"Matt," the blonde woman greeted. "Nice meeting you here. I was wondering if we could grab a table for a quick drink." I saw how much the woman was trying to be friendly, but no one seemed to be buying it.
"I'm sorry Rebekah, but my lunch break is almost over." Matt said somewhat earnestly. He appeared a little down that he couldn't join her, but it didn't reach his eyes—meaning that he wasn't all that sorry he couldn't join her for a quick drink.
"Well, you said it was almost over and from the looks of it, it doesn't seem like you've exactly eaten anything." Rebekah tried cajoling him.
"Cut the crap, Rebekah," Caroline snapped. "Matt said no, now leave him be."
Rebekah's cold eyes narrowed towards Caroline. "Stay of out this blondie. I'm sure your undying friendship isn't a controlling one. Oh wait, I must be wrong on that part since you have the tendency to be crowned Ms. Bossy."
"Rebekah, dear, there's no need to start a fight. If the boy doesn't want lunch, then he doesn't want lunch. Why don't we just go around town and grab a bite to eat." The man suggested to his sister.
After a breath, Rebekah—the sister—seemed a little more in control of herself. "Your right brother, let's go grab lunch."
If the tension was high before, it was suffocating at the mention of the Original vampires getting lunch. Everyone remained still as the bell rang again, signaling someone entering The Grill, and a girl walked in just as the siblings walked out. She looked back at them confused before making her way around.
"Hey Damon," the girl muttered walking passed a guy in a black leather jacket at the bar.
In that lighting, I noticed her hair was a dark brown and that she had big, brown doe eyes. I smirked slightly to myself—this was what I was waiting for.
"Hey guys," she greeted the weary group. "Was that evil and eviler I just saw walking out? What were they doing here?"
Caroline slowly nodded. "Yep," She said sighing. "And the blonde bitch was trying to push Matt into a lunch-in."
"Speaking off, I've gotta get back to work. Later," Matt called and dashed off to the back rooms.
The guy at the bar walked forward. His ice blue eyes gave him away—Damon Salvatore. "I don't get that woman's attraction to the server boy. Seriously, is he just some sort of fling?" He asked and drained his glass of alcohol.
"She's an Original, Damon. She's just toying with everyone's feelings to amuse her." The brown hair girl replied with a puff.
"So, you must be the infamous Elena Gilbert." I replied still in the shadows. Everyone glanced around, not knowing where it came from. I stepped out of the shadows lightly. "Aren't you going to welcome your forgotten twin home?" I asked opening my arms to her.
AN: R&R please! Hope you've enjoyed it! More to come!