I was tired of all of this running, and I was finally coming home. The family secret, returning to find her place in the stupid community, I didn't want to go back but I needed to find some way to stop the shift. Letting out a low breath I got out of my sleek black Mercedes and stared up at Lockwood mansion. "This is going to be a very long couple of weeks," I muttered to myself.

I tossed a fifty at the cab driver and made my way up the stairs slowly. Old house, old memories, let's hope I find what im looking for, I thought to myself. I knocked on the door and then rang bell and waited.

Carol opened the door, or my mother, she hasn't been my mother since she sent me away. "Hey mom," I said quietly. She stared at me as if she wasn't really seeing me and then moved aside in shock.

"Wh-what are you doing back here?" she asked and closed the door after looking to see if anyone had seen me. I raised my eyebrows slightly.

"Well, you know, thought I might come by for a while. See what the fam is up to," I said and added sarcastically, "I just missed you guys so much."

She stared at me as if she was scrambling to figure out what to do or say. I smirked slightly, "you can't be here," she said stepping closer, bending her head slowly, as if we shared a secret. We did. It was me.

"Well I am, whether you want me here or not. Don't forget Carol, I know the dirty family secret, wouldn't want that getting out would we?" I said coldly. She stared at me, as if I had just slapped her. A part of me felt bad for doing this to my own mother, but that was the last thing I would ever call her. She was nothing but a bad memory now.

She sighed as if I was leaving her no choice, I wasn't, not really, "you can take the guest room."

I nodded and lifted up my second duffel bag once again as I ascended up the stairs. I dumped my bags onto the bed and stared at the guest room, once upon a time it had been my room as a little girl. My princess bed had been where the vanity now sat. The walls had gone from a cotton candy pink to a light blue with white framing. "Good to know you missed me so much," I muttered, hearing my voice break slightly at the end of the sentence.

It broke me, when people would ask me where my family was, who they were, why I was alone. Leaving wasn't my choice, I was pushed out of my own family, disowned, for who I was. I didn't like being the family secret, I hated knowing that my own family hated me. Only one person would ever really talk to me, my twin Tyler.

I tilted my head slightly and thought over what to do next. I strolled out the door and down to Tyler's room. Tapping on it, the sound of a book dropping and then a curse and I pushed open the door. He turned and stared at me as if I was a ghost. "Hey brother, it's been a while," I said smiling at him. He took two long strides and pulled me into his arms tightly. I took comfort in the fact that someone still cared about me. I would always miss this.

"Where have you been?" he murmured in my ear. "You haven't talked to me in six months."

"Some thing's happened and I needed some time to sort through of everything. But it's okay now," I said, lying through my teeth. Would he be able to tell I was lying? I hoped not.

"I can't believe you came back, especially after that new years," he said quietly.

"I'm always going to come back, besides I missed my dear twin brother," I said laughing at his expression. He shook his head, a smile stretching across his face and I smiled at him lightly. "So, what's changed in Mystic Falls? Saw uncle Mason in the study earlier, what's up with that?"

"Uncle Mason is a mystery all to his own," he said face dropping. I could lie to him, but to me, he was an open book and always would be. I stared at him, eye brows raised and he shrugged. "He's leaving soon, I hope."

The tension rose in the air and I eyed him suspiciously and turning to see uncle Mason standing there in the doorway. I turned to him and he stared at me, "if it isn't the little Dreamer herself."

I hated when he called me that, everyone used to call me that when I was a child. The Dreamer. It wasn't dreams, it was all real, and that's why I was sent away in the first place, for being a dreamer. I was born with a gift I couldn't return. A gift of supernatural abilities. They all weren't good things either. They terrified me to death. They made me wish I was someone else. But this family was always cursed, they have been for centuries.

'Well if isn't the little murderer himself,' every fiber of my body wanted to say. But I couldn't anger him, because as I looked into his eyes I realized for once I had something in common with this family. Mason Lockwood and I had both fallen under a curse that neither of us could cure.