Hello, so here's my first Vampire Diaries. I'm not sure about the pairings as of yet but it may be Damon/Elena and Stefan/Katherine because I like the idea of good balancing bad, if you get my meaning. I do love Stefan/Elena and Damon/Katherine, so I may write a separate story with those pairings. I do have another profile but I don't use it much anymore. More in my profile lol.

Anyway, I hope you like this. I've spent a lot of time, contemplating this story, wasn't sure I liked it or not, so if I get enough reviews I will continue. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

She giggled. The bane of my freaking existence. Katherine Gilbert. My sister. My twin actually. Believe me, if I could delete her from my freaking life, I would. Sounds harsh? Not if you knew her. She's the school bitch, whore, slut, centre of attention constantly; the list goes on and on. My best friend, Bonnie, hates her too, although doesn't talk about it as much. My other friend, Caroline, doesn't like her either but sometimes strays towards her as she craves the attention that she gets. She feels guilty though, if she has been with Katherine, as she knows how much I hate my…twin. I understand though; her home life isn't brilliant; she doesn't get on with her mum; her dad, who is actually in a relationship with another man, isn't around for her to see very often.

Now, you're probably wondering why I hate Katherine so much. Well, I shall tell you. You see, we – Katherine, our younger brother, Jeremy and me, Elena – are orphans. Our parents died in a car accident. They were picking me up from Bonnie's when they had the crash. Jeremy understands that it wasn't totally my fault (although I do believe it was) but he will use it to hurt if we're arguing. But Katherine blames it completely on me and as good as disowned me on that day. Since then, she bullies me at every moment she gets. We now live with our aunt, Jenna.

Katherine and I are identical twins, we have the same hair – although my hair is straight, hers is wavy -, same eyes, same height, everything – except personality. I had been told that I am selfless, friendly. Katherine? Well, she's a selfish bitch.

The She-Devil currently had Matt Donovan under her power. My ex, actually. Weird, huh? I shot a sideways glance at Caroline and she looked…wistful. I knew she had started to develop feelings for Matt. I understand; he's a lovely guy. The reason why I ended it with him was because Caroline, because of her feelings; and also because my feelings for him were no more unfortunately.

"Caroline, don't let her get to you." I said, turning away from the bitch. Caroline looked at me startled then composed herself.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, looking at her shoes then she looked up at me through her lashes. I gave her a knowing look. She sighed, defeated and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Elena. I can't help it." she said, quietly.

"It's ok. I've known for a while. It's ok, it'll…oh my God…" I said, trailing off because of the sight before me. I'd heard there was a new student starting today but…wow. He was tall, with amazing hair, very well built. I couldn't see his eyes, he had some shades on. He walked past us and he looked towards me. A half smile formed on his face but he carried on walking. I watched him as he walked off. What a nice…ahem…well, I'm sure you can guess. I bit my lip, smiling. "Hot!" I breathed.

"Hmm." Bonnie said, but she wasn't looking at the hottie; she was looking at Queen Bitch. She had been watching him, of course; poor Matt cast aside. He looked like he was sulking. She didn't notice him slope off, Tyler Lockwood, his best friend, walking with him. Caroline ran off to Matt, snatching her chance. Good on her. Katherine was gossiping to her friends, Michelle Simmons and Lucy Knight.

I leaned to Bonnie and simply breathed. "He's mine." I winked at Bonnie and we both laughed.

We walked off to our lesson which we had together which was English. I bumped into someone who I saw was Jeremy. He didn't say sorry, he was looking behind me. At Vicki, Matt's sister. His crush.

"Jer, are you okay?" I asked my younger brother.

He looked at me and mumbled a "yeah, sure" and walked off. Something I'll sort out later.

Bonnie and I chatted about the new guy when we noticed Caroline grinning beside us. She told us that she was beginning to make progress with Matt. She looked at me and asked, "It's not going to be too weird, is it? You know, with you and Matt and, well, you know…" I smiled and said it was fine, that it was Katherine she needed to watch, not me.

We arrived in English and we sat in our usual seats at the back of the room. There was a row of four seats which we had occupied. Someone purposefully bumped me (what? Am I invisible?) and I turned and it was Katherine.

"Elena, don't even bother going after him. He's way out of your league." She sneered.

I frowned and said. "Then surely he's out of your league, considering we look exactly alike…" I grinned because she hated being reminded of the fact that we're related. She glared and stomped away with her minions scurrying after her.

Our teacher told us about our new student. His name is Stefan Salvatore. Stefan. Nice. Old fashioned name. I like, though. Strange, he was still wearing his shades. Oh God, is he blind? Elena, please! Why would he smile like that at you if he was blind? He wouldn't have been able to see you, dumbass! Shut it, conscience. Yeah, I have chats with myself. Show me someone who doesn't, pal.

"Okay, Stefan, well the only spare seat is…next to…Elena Gilbert." Woah…! What? He's sitting next to…me. Crap. Oh, wow. Look at him moving towards me. It was like one of those scenes in those rom-coms. Where the dashing male lead is walking towards the female and it's all in slow motion. Know what I mean? Yeah, that's what it's like for me. My heart is beating faster than ever; it will leap out of my chest soon. I'm sure he could hear it. Freaking hell. What was wrong with me? I've had my fair share of boyfriends and never, NEVER, have I acted like this. Not with Matt, not with any of them. Okay, Elena, calm yourself, he's just another guy. Oh but he isn't. He's something new. A challenge, perhaps? What have I told you, conscience? But it was right – I was right? I don't know, confused. Stupid idiot.

"Uhh, hi. Are you okay?" Stefan Salvatore snapped me out of my stupid inner fight. Great. First conversation with him and I make a complete fool of myself.

"Sure." I said quickly. "I'm fine." I felt my face heat up. Dear God, I'm blushing! Freaking hell. How many times will I say – think – that today? My eyes moved on their own accord towards him. His glasses were off and…oh my God, what amazing eyes. They were emerald green and very hot. Amazing smile. Wait…what? Going off track. Good looking guys like him tend to be arrogant pigs. Okay, focus, Elena. Breathe in, 2, 3, out, 2, 3. Good girl. Now, open your mouth and form coherent words. "So, uhh, where are you from?" Good start! Intelligent conversation. Now, don't make us look like idiots. Freaking hell, what is wrong with me?

"Uhm, well, originally I'm from Italy," – freaking hell, he's Italian! I thought I heard a slight European accent there! Wow…hot – "but I've been in the USA for about 8 years with my…brother." He hesitated. Strange, but not really. He doesn't get on with his brother, obviously – hey, who am I to judge? I hate my twin. But I do love my brother, Jeremy. Why couldn't he be my twin?

"Your brother? Is he here?" I asked, in a hushed tone as we were meant to be listening.

"No, he's a few years older than me. He's 23, I'm 17." He smiled and I had to remind myself to breathe. Wow, what's wrong with me?

"Am I right in saying you don't get on with your brother? You didn't sound like you did when you mentioned him?" he seemed to tense when I asked and it made me feel sorry to ask. He was about to answer when the teacher caught us and told us to pay attention. We didn't say anything more to each other for the rest of the lesson.

A note found its way to from my left. From Caroline. And Bonnie, actually. It read:

'You and me and Bonnie. Lunch time. Our table. Spill, tell us EVERYTHING! Love ya! Caroline and Bonnie Xxx'

To which I sent a simple 'sure, sure'. In my peripheral vision, I could see my sweet darling twin sister shooting daggers at me. I smirked at her.

Finally, lunch time arrived, and I was getting the 3rd degree from my 2 best friends. "Tell us everything about what happened this morning. And I mean, everything." Caroline demanded of me. I smiled.

"Well, I asked him where he was from. He said Italy –" I was interrupted by Bonnie.

"Wait, he's Italian? Wow…" she gazed off to space. I left her to it.

"Anyway, he has a brother but he didn't say the name. His brother's 23 and he is 17. They don't get on for some reason. But, you know, I can't judge. It's not much but there you go." I finished. Bonnie was still gazing off into space. "Bon? Bonnie!" I yelled in her ear.

Bonnie finally snapped out of it. Caroline and I looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't know why…but I feel that this Stefan guy is relevant to our lives." She said mysteriously. I stared at her incredulously. Has she taken something? The poor guy's only been here a few minutes and she's predicting our future. What's up with that?

"Bonnie? He's been here, like, three hours or something. Don't be silly. Stop it! You're freaking me out!" Caroline whined. Bonnie was in her daydream state again. I did something that only seemed obvious and appropriate for this occasion; I slapped her. Not hard, but enough to snap her out of it.

Bonnie glared at me. "Jeez, I'm sorry, guys. It's just a feeling. Might not be true." Hope it is. Wait – what?

I looked around the room and spotted Stefan walking with…Katherine. Bitch. She's doing her stupid giggling thing. Why can't she leave him alone? Hang back, Elena. You don't know him. He might be that kind of guy. Stefan looked up and sees me. He looked confused when Katherine completely ignored my existence when they walked past our table. I lifted my hand in a little wave.

"Why don't we sit with your sister, Katherine?" he asked confused. No, nu-uh. She looked over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose.

"Her? I'm appalled to call her my sister." Poor guy looked even more confused. He snapped out of it and went rigid. He put his shades on and left without a word. Woah! And I thought my sister was messed up! What's up with him? "Bitch, have you said something about me to him?" she said, right up close to my face.

"Like what? That you're a heartless, manipulative selfish whore?" I snarled back. "I didn't, Katherine. I thought he can find that out for himself." I got up. Now, you see, this wasn't me. Well, it was me, but it was a different version of me; the part of me that only flared up when Katherine was near me or when someone insults someone I love. Caroline and Bonnie weren't fazed. We've known each other for years and they've known Katherine so they understand

Caroline looked up. "Where are you going?"

"Outside. I suddenly feel physically sick." I said, looking at my sister, trying not to puke due to the tonnes of perfume that she washed herself in this morning. She huffed and stormed away to Michelle and Lucy.

What I said to Caroline and Bonnie wasn't entirely true, I thought as I made my way to the parking lot. I wasn't going to tell the truth with Katherine standing there. I was curious about Stefan. Why would he just suddenly leave like that? I knew he was different and this proved it. I wanted to find out. Wow, this is weird. At that moment, my name was being called out. I looked behind me and it was Jeremy.

"What is it, Jer?" I asked.

But he was beaming, looked really happy. "Vicki Donovan. We're going out." Boom. Okay, so I'm really happy for him. I haven't seen him so happy for a while, but there's something about Vicki I didn't trust. Hmm, perhaps because while I was with Matt, they were constantly messing around in an on-off relationship. But I pretended to be happy. Because I was, in a way.

"Aww, that's great, Jer." I said and I hugged him but almost gasped when I saw Stefan. I released my brother still staring at Stefan. Jeremy followed my gaze and I blushed when he smirked.

"Wow, Elena Gilbert is blushing, must be serious. Good luck. Katherine is already digging her claws in." he said. It's so nice to see him this happy.

I grinned. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. Gotta go. See you later. Tell me everything later!" I winked and hugged him again.

As I made my way to him, I noticed he wasn't alone. He was with another guy. They looked like they were in an in-depth conversation. I made it so I could watch without being seen and I took the time to examine them both. Stefan was tall, very well built – could tell that there was a nice torso under those clothes –, his hair was a brown colour, very sexy.

The other guy was hot too. He was taller than Stefan but just as well built. His hair was black, I couldn't see his eyes clearer but he seemed to carry a confident air about him. If that makes sense. I wondered whether this was the brother, he'd briefly mentioned. It might sound bad but I couldn't decide who was hotter.

So what was I to do? In ten minutes, the bell would go for the end of lunch so I can't hang round here, watching these two hot men, like some crazy stalker. Perhaps I could walk past them pretending not to notice them. I'll do that. I moved out from behind the bush that I used as my hiding place and walked out towards them. Stefan had his back to me and my eyes wandered down. Nice… I looked over at them. Hmm, they do seem like they're in a pretty big conversation. I will talk to him. It is normal for someone to talk to the new student. So that's what I'll do.

I approached carefully. Stefan turned to me as I did. "Elena?" he asked uncertainly. I smiled

"Yup, it is me." I said. I looked tentatively at his companion and looked back up at Stefan awkwardly.

Stefan sighed and started to introduce me to his companion. "Oh, sorry. Elena, this is my brother –"

"Damon Salvatore, pleased to meet you." Damon smiled, interrupting Stefan, and holding out his hand. I took it reluctantly and shook his hand. He winked at me and I think I nearly fainted. I smiled more confidently.

"Uhh, pleased to meet you too. Um, Stefan, I –" I stammered. You can't blame me! I suddenly get introduced to Stefan's hot brother, who is armed with lovely eyes and a killer smile, enough to make the coldest girl melt. Anyway, how was I supposed to ask what was up with his brother there? Then, I hear Caroline shouting.

"Elena!" Caroline called. What an awesome person she is. I smiled at her.

"Uh, better go. Bye." I smiled at them both. As I walked away, I turned back, looking through my curtain of hair. Damon smiled and winked, Stefan was glaring at his dark haired brother.

She looked at Damon with interest. "Who is that hottie with Stefan?" she asked, looking in the same direction as I was, when I approached her. "Why didn't you say you were talking to them?" she frowned.

I sighed at my blonde friend. "Look, Caroline, I couldn't say anything, could I, not with Katherine there. I'm sorry. His name is Damon and he's Stefan's brother." I informed her.

"Why did you go to them anyway?" Bonnie asked.

I shrugged. "I wanted to find out why he just left like that. I agree with Bonnie…kind of. He's different, definitely…" I paused and sighed. "Ugh, whatever. I can't be bothered with it right now. Let's go to history. And I've heard there's a new teacher. After what…happened." I shivered along with Bonnie and Caroline. Long story short. The town we live in called Mystic Falls is small but nice, quaint. So if something big happens around breakfast time, you can guarantee that everyone will know, come teatime. Anyway, last month – August – our history teacher and football coach, Mr Tanner, was brutally murdered, during one of the many parties that go on in Mystic Falls. No one knows how it happened but considering the utter brutality of the murder, they're putting it down to animal attacks.

We walked together to our history classroom and at the front of the classroom was a man I'd never seen before. Must be the new teacher. Hmm. He was quite handsome, possibly in his late twenties, early thirties. He had brown hair and blue eyes. As soon as everyone was seated, he introduced himself as Alaric Saltzman. Unusual name, I mused. Whatever, I don't care. He seems really cool, down to earth unlike other teachers. Oh and of course, who walks in a couple of minutes late? One Stefan Salvatore. He is hot, yes, but Damon…I don't know. He's something more…

So I watched as Stefan apologizes to Mr. Saltzman. Alaric accepts the apology but something captured his eye on Stefan's hand. A ring. What's so significant about a ring? As I looked, I noticed that Alaric had a similar ring on. What's going on? It's only a ring…

Sooooooooo! I hope you liked it! Sorry it ended like that, couldn't think of a better way to end it. Please tell me what you think and give me any ideas if you want! Thank you!

Byee!