I don't own Teen Wolf or The Vampire Diaries.

OBVIOUSLY some things HAVE to be changed (such as the whole werewolves don't change unless they kill someone and some other stuff considering the rules of both universes sometimes collide, but these changes should be self explanatory so Im not going to go into it in great detail)

(accurate up to season 4 TVD and season 3A TW in terms of information, some events may have been changed such as Damon/Elena but it could all still happen and changes will explained along the way or will be easy to pick up)

I am very open to suggestions and if you want to see something happen just leave it in a comment.

We had been in Beacon Hills all summer, we weren't sure what intrigued us about it, but there was something and drew us here, to inland California, far far away from Mystic Falls. I was picking up the slack, and Damon had become more of a shell of a man. He was empty, he was feeling the loss of the love of his life, Katherine-or maybe it was Elena-to me they were the same, and Damon's heart was ripped out of his chest because of it. I was the one who was stuck with babysitting him, He was leaving, he had announced one day and Stefan had asked me to join him. Make sure he was okay, at least until he forgot about Elena. I talked to a real estate agent in Beacon Hills, and I moved all our stuff in slowly, over the summer. We avoided going into town, kept to ourselves and tried not to encourage people to come to our door or approach us. Damon was good at this, only leaving the house to get alcohol and blood, and always more than half drunk, mumbling obscenities and sometimes so drunk I would find him mumbling to someone not there, long dead or perhaps just an old friend. I tried to convince him to turn his feelings off, but he just mumbled about deserving to feel pain, and something else about Salvatore's and blood control without emotions, and I agreed. Maybe the best way for him to get over it was to feel it. But I was still worried for him, and this is what crossed my mind as i sat outside one beautiful day, enjoying the summer sun on my skin outside my house for once.

"Hey stranger!" a voice from next-door said, our neighbor, a man named Chris, was walking to the small fence dividing our properties.

"My daughter and I were just talking about you and your-" he glanced towards the house.

"My uncle. Damon. My name is Grace Salvatore." I extended my hand.

"Yes, I think we met back when you guys first moved in, We always meant to invite you guys for an early dinner, but we never seemed to catch you, or its not a good time." he studied me curiously.

I had been compelling them a different excuse every time they asked, "We were talking about how you've lived here for almost three months now and we don't know a thing about you. Maybe you could join us for dinner tonight. School starts soon, you should get to know some people your age."

"Oh i don't think I will be going to school this semester-" I said immediately regretting it after I said it.

"Nonsense, you cant be older than 17. I know with your Uncles… condition." I wondered when it had become obvious to the neighborhood that Damon was a raging alcoholic. "it doesn't seem like an option, but you have to live your life. I hope Im not overstepping my boundaries." His eyes flicked to the window and I saw Damon staring right at us from it, drinking from a large bottle of Scotch.

I missed the days when he used glasses. "Thank you Mr. Argent. I would love to join you for dinner tonight."

I figured it was about time to try and act normal. If we wanted a new life it would need to start somewhere.

"I will let Allison know, maybe she can invite a friend. Dinner will be at six thirty. Please tell your uncle to join us too." I nodded and Mr. Argent left, I turned and went inside.

"Im not going." Damon said when I entered, not glancing away from his spot outside the window and taking another deep swig out of the bottle.

"Good, you would probably ruin it anyways." I said plopping onto the couch and pulling out Stefan's diary from the 1800's, I had stolen it before leaving for "comic relief" as I told Damon, but really because I missed Stefan, he was family after all. And we always had a lot more in common. I resented Damon for turning me, but that was another story all together.

"You make me sound dull. I like to think I bring the party wherever I go. I changed my mind. Im going." he plopped down next to me and started reading the line I was reading. "Oh lord Stefan, always whining, 100 plus years of whining and you think he would get over listening to his inner voice complain, I know i have." He finished and got up again. I rolled my eyes at him .

"You're pathetic, and you shouldn't go, you'll just embarrass me." I got up too and shut the blinds to the window.

"I wouldn't dream of having my dear niece go to dinner unaccompanied. Especially if your planning on being friends with those Argent people. I don't like them." He took another long swig of his liquor and put it on the table. "you might want to finish that before tonight." he said burping and walking upstairs to take a shower.

I took a swig of the bottle, he was right, I would need it.

6:30 rolled around a lot sooner than I had hoped and Damon and I stood awkwardly in front of the Argent house. I turned to Damon and tried to smooth his messy hair over but it just stuck back up.
"You're so mothery." Damon said. He moved my bow in my hair so it wasn't dropping to the side, "That bow is hideous, I don't think I ever would've guessed the day to see you in that. But I mean, you were a teenager in the 50's so itthat makes sense." I looked at my outfit, I had tried to look young but conservative but I ended up looking ten years older than I should. In a dress slightly too big and too long, and a bow almost comically large that sat sideways in my hair.
Damon studied me again, smirking in his usual way, "I cant decide if you look 11 or 40."

"Shut up." I said as I knocked on the door. It swung open and revealed the girl next door, with borne hair and fair skin, wearing jeans and a shirt she smiled at me warmly and I envied her social skills with every bone in my body. Why didn't I just wear normal clothes?

"Hi Grace right? My name is Allison, and you must be Damon." She extended her hand and Damon and I both shook it. "You guys are welcome to come in, We were just getting set up for dinner. Theres some other people here too, some friends of mine from school, they're in the dining room." She motioned to a room on her left and left.

"I almost thought she wouldn't invite us in." I whispered to Damon as we walked into the house.

"Yeah well this isn't Mystic Falls. Lucky for us." Damon whispered back.

There was a boy and his what looked like father in the dining room and a girl with red hair. They weren't chatting or anything, and all of them stood when we entered the room. I saw the girl eye my outfit judgmentally as The Sheriff introduced himself to us.

"Sheriff Stilinski. Nice to meet you. This is my son, Stiles and his and Allison's friend, Lydia." They extended their hands and we shook them.

"I am Damon Salvatore and this is my niece Grace Salvatore. We moved here in the beginning of the summer."

They offered us a seat at the table and we took it, I sat next to the son, Stiles, and Damon sat on my other side.

"So where did you guys move from?" Stiles asked. He was cute, fair skinned with cute moles and a cute nose. I was profoundly attracted to him, and I tried not to stare while he looked at me. Damon poured himself a glass of wine.

"We're from Mystic Falls. You've probably never heard of-"

"Oh I have" Stiles said cutting me off, "Actually Ive read a lot about Mystic Falls, it comes up all the time when you search 'supernatural' in google. Lots of mysterious deaths over the passed hundred years." Damon made a good show of spitting his wine back into his cup than trying to pass it off as some connoisseur thing as he swished it around in circles and muttered something about a little dry before staring at me incredulously.

"You know, I've read the same thing about Beacon Hills. Mysterious deaths and disappearances. People ripped to pieces, cut in half." Usually these things weren't consistent with vampires and it was probably a werewolf pack or even more likely a generation of werewolves as the gene is hereditary. But there hasn't been attacks of that nature in two years, which probably means the wolf or wolves have moved on, they're quite nomadic by nature and I wasn't worried about them much anyways. For the most part, werewolves were weak compared to vampires, except for their poisonous saliva.
"Matter of fact, I think I read something about a satanic cult doing some ritualistic sacrifices here last year…" That was something I couldn't explain, and had never heard of.

Stiles smiled, "Thats right, maybe Mystic Falls and Beacon Hills aren't that different after all." he said mysteriously giving both Damon and I a heavy weary look.

Dinner went by smoothly, Damon wasn't very talkative and mostly sulked in the corner where I came up with a steady string of half truths to cover up our past.
"Well you see our grandparents were very wealthy and when they passed so did the money for their estate, which, leaves us…never…wanting. Our family lived in Mystic Falls for generations, but recently theres been some inner family quarrels." I glanced sideways at Damon for help, trailing off.

Damon was good at lying, sometimes I think he genuinely enjoys it, and he sipped his third glass of wine as he smirked and began, "Grace's father, my brother, Stefan, left her in my care two years ago. He just gave up, had a mental breakdown I think. Her mother died in a car accident a year prior and I think it was just too much for him to handle. One day they were fine and the next day Grace was on my porch in the cold with nothing but the clothes on her back. I think he killed himself." He was almost happy at the thought of it. I elbowed him.

"But we still keep our hearts and homes open for him if he ever plans on wondering back into our lives." I said trying to sound as cliche as possible.

"Or I will slam the door in his face." Damon said as an afterthought.

"Uncle. Please." I was going to kill him when we got home.

Mr Argent saved the conversation by changing the subject, "What grade will you be starting this year?"

"I uh- Im uh…"

"Sophomore year isn't it? Your what? 16? 17?" Damon interjected, this time to save the day instead of make things worse.

"Thats the same grade we're in." Lydia chimed.

"Ah yeah. I might have trouble getting me transcripts… maybe Damon could homeschool with me-"

"No way! You gotta come to Beacon Hills High, it will be fun." Stiles said, looking at me again with his pretty eyes.

"I-I don't know if-"

"Oh yeah ofcourse you think i have time to tutor you all day?" Damon said getting a little drunk now. Everyone at the table shot him a strange look, he looked uninterested then added on as an after thought, "and you know, you need a normal high school, experiences and other reasons." he seemed gone now, clicked out of the conversation. And I took this as our cue to leave.