The Wyvern sisters sat among the ruins of their ancestors old mansion. Estella accompanied by book and Lucy with her guitar.
Lucy's, a few inch past the shoulder, dirty blond hair was pushed back with a black headband to show off her jeweled blue eyes. She was normal height, and slender with pale skin.
She sat on an old chair where the parlor used yo be. Amazingly it was the only thing that survived the fire. Her old country guitar, a gift from their late father, sat on her lap.
She wore her usual pair of skinny jeans with an old T-shirt, matched with her converse.
Estella's raven wing black hair was swept on to one shoulder as she refused to pull it back. Her choppy bangs almost covered her emerald gaze. She was tall and slender, almost lanky. Her skin was three shades paler than her sisters.
She perched on an old broken wall, legs crossed, back straight, read The Other Boleyn Girl.
She wore an off the shoulder back sweater with a black jean skirt and spike belt, also her signature combat boots.
Both of the orphan sisters were unaware of the two vampires closing in on them.
The brooding green-eyed one knocked on a tree to get their attention.
"Um, Hello?" The two sisters looked up and their eyes widened. Lucy, the kinder of the two, was about to speak, but Estella's book hit the ground with full force. "What the heck are you two bloodsuckers doing on Wyvern land?!" Estella growled.
The dark-eyed vampire with equally as dark hair, put his hands up to reason with the spitfire girl. "Whoa, calm down there gothy." Estella's short fuse was about to snap. Leaping off the wall, she held out her hand for Lucy's guitar.
"Lu, give me your guitar. I'm gonna break it and stab the bloodsuckers through the heart!"
"Stell please stop." Lucy began.
"Fine! I'll get along with people." Estella went to retrieve her book.
Lucy sighed and shifted in her chair. "So who are you?"
"I'm Stefan Salvatore." Stefan stepped forward and took Lucy's hand. Lucy blushed a bright pink.
Estella grabbed a random stick off the ground and pointed it at Stefan. "Watch it vamp-boy that's my sister."
"Estella!" Lucy grumbled. "Be nice!"
"Fine." Estella clapped her hands together and smiled. "My name is Estella, it means "light", but as you can truly can see I am darkness."
The dark haired vampire laughed and stepped forward and took Estella hand in his. "I'm Damon Salvatore." He kissed her hand, "I'm darkness as well." Estella quickly pulled her hand away but Damon smiled.
"So," Stefan looked away from the two's odd exchange. "Whats your name?"
Lucy's eyes darted from Stefan's eyes to his hand, still holding hers.
"I'm Lucy."
"Wait, you called us "bloodsuckers" how'd you know." Stefan asked.
"Well, were witches. We kind of know this stuff."
"See," Damon said pointing at Estella. "I told you there are witches here!"
"So back to the question that has been nagging me," Estella twirled the piece of branch in her hand then amide it at Damon's neck. " What are you doing here?"
"We have a proposition for you." Damon said cooly.
"WE ain't working. Out of service. Retired. Come on Lucy....." Estella left Damon's side and made an attempt to pull her sister away from Stefan's enchanting green eyes.
"We're," Stefan held fast to Lucy's hand. "Willing to pay you."
Estella gave Stefan a dazzling smile. "How much and what's your proposition?"
"Sure," Damon rolled her eyes. "Wave money in front of her face and she's sold. I wonder what else she'll do." He purred the last part.
Estella's eyes narrowed and she punched Damon square in the face.
"We need you to bring someone back from the dead" Stefan said.
"Is that all?" Estella asked, "You better be paying good money for this."