A/N: I do not own any of the character's in this story. I only own Rosalia Salvatore at this point in the story. I will introduce more of my own characters in later chapters.
Rosalia Salvatore
'You tell her!' the voices got louder as I walked closer to the door. 'No you!' I smiled at the sound of my brothers arguing, just like the old days.
I knocked calmly on the heavy wooden door and took a step back whilst I waited for someone to answer the door.
'Boys!' came a female voice from the other side of the door. 'What do you want to tell me, Stefan?' A loud sigh came from inside the house. 'Well, we, kinda…' The voice belonging to Stefan trailed off. The female voice sounded again. 'Stefan, Damon. Tell me.'
I knocked on the door again. 'Didn't you hear the door?' came the male voice that had to belong to Damon. The female sighed. 'Yes I did but I was waiting for one of you two men to answer it.'
Three sets of hurried footsteps came towards the door. The key turned and the door opened to reveal the never aging faces of Stefan and Damon Salvatore. A petit, dark haired female stood between the two of them, this had to be Elena, Stefan's wife.
A/N: So, what do you think? A promising (but short) start? Feel free to leave any comments, criticism welcome!