All I Need

Chapter 1

Mystic Falls, Virginia.

It looked like such a small quiet town. Why her sister would ever come here was beyond her, but then again, big sister always did like places like these. It was so beautiful, the colorful trees gave the town life, nature at its finest. Violet arrived in the town square and looked to the side, seeing a small establishment with people lurking.

Perhaps they would know where she could find her sister?

It was worth a shot as Violet pulled into one of the parking spaces and cut the ignition, sitting there for a few minutes to recollect her thoughts. She looked in the rearview mirror, having long loosely curled auburn hair with glowing hazel eyes, which were currently outlined in black liner. Applying some clear gloss to her lips, Violet stepped out of the car and headed inside to get some answers.

Wearing short black shorts, it went two inches above the knee with a wine colored top that was one sleeved and stretched across her chest. The material was chiffon and flowed down past her hips in a cut design. Her hair was currently piled up on top of her head, a few tendrils framing her angelic face.

Violet pulled open the door to the building and stepped inside, the small fireplace instantly catching her eye. It was a very cozy and Violet didn't smell any danger in the air, which was a good thing because that's the last thing she wanted. Heading straight to the bar, Violet sat down on one of the stools and crossed one leg over the other, ordering a strawberry daiquiri from the bartender.

"Wow, who is that?" Matt Donovan commented, sitting at the table with his friends, all of them nursing beers.

Tyler Lockwood smirked, shrugging. "Not sure, never seen her before around here." He took a long swig of his longneck, turning away from the stranger, already smelling something different about her. "Look I gotta get going."

"Another late night rendezvous with Date?" Matt teased, nudging his friend and finished off his own longneck, throwing both glass bottles in the trash.

"Something like that." Tyler tried not to smile and failed miserably. "Shut up, man. I can't help that I like hanging out with her."

"You need to make your move and get it over with already." Matt stated, shaking his head. "Dathan is obviously into you or she wouldn't want to hang out with you."

Sighing, Tyler knew Matt was right, but it wasn't simple either. Granted, he knew Dathan felt something for him, but she made it perfectly clear she just wanted to be friends. Dathan recently got out of a three year relationship with what would've been her high school sweetheart, Murray, so she needed time to readjust. As hard as it was, Tyler was patient enough to wait until she was ready to get back on the dating trail again.

"She needs time and I'm giving it to her." Tyler said simply, pulling his jacket on and straightened the collar. "Tell Caroline I said hi."

Matt smiled, nodding. "Will do, man." They shook hands and Tyler exited the bar, leaving Matt standing there looking at the stranger again.

Violet twirled the straw in her drink thoughtfully while listening in to the different conversations that surrounded her. So far, nothing stood out regarding her sister and Violet was starting to think maybe this was a waste of time. She downed half of her drink, ready to leave, when she felt a presence come up behind her.

"Can I get you anything else?" Matt asked politely, holding a tub full of dishes that he'd just cleared from a table nearby.

Slowly turning her head, Violet smiled sweetly as hazel locked on baby blue, considering the boy. "Actually, yes you can." Turning to fully face him now, Violet suddenly had him in a trance, compelling him. "I'm looking for my sister, Rose." Whipping out a picture from her wallet, Violet waved it at the blonde. "Have you seen her anywhere?"

Matt was about to say something someone stepped in front of him, severing the compulsion. "There's no reason to do that to my boyfriend, lady." A pretty curly blonde with deep blue eyes stated heatedly, folding her arms in front of her chest in a huff.

Just by her scent alone, Violet could tell this was a local vampire and slowly stood up from the stool, nodding. "Very well, shall we talk outside then?" She asked kindly, already walking past her toward the exit, not giving the blonde much of a choice.

Caroline frowned, wondering who this new vampire in town was and looked back at Matt, seeing he was still somewhat dazed from the compulsion. "Stay here." She ordered, following the woman outside.

"I'm looking for someone." Violet cut right to the chase, still holding her sister's picture and raised an eyebrow when the blonde hesitantly came toward her. "You're very wise to be cautious."

Caroline shoved her hands in the back pockets of her blue jeans, nodding. "Who are you looking for?" She asked, deciding this stranger didn't pose a threat, yet.

"Fantastic, you're going to be cooperative." Turning the photo over, Violet held it up and showed the blonde, not showing any emotion. "Have you ever seen this woman?"

Caroline's eyes widened at the sight of the picture, her mouth slightly hanging open. "Yes, yes I have." She didn't really know the woman in the photo, but knew she'd stayed with the Salvatore brothers for a little while.

Snatching the photo out of the blonde's hand, Violet stepped toward her, squaring her shoulders. "Where is she?" She demanded, hazel eyes flashing, ready to kill whoever concealed her sister.

There was no way Caroline was putting her neck on the line for this, even though she already knew the answer. "Try the Salvatore house. It's deep in the woods; I can give you the directions." She offered, hoping this vampire just went quietly and remained peaceful. "As long as you stay away from my boyfriend, Matt."

"The blonde?" When Caroline nodded, Violet smiled almost sweetly, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Deal, where is this place located?"

Caroline gave her directions to the Salvatore house and watched as the woman got in her car, driving away from Mystic Grill. She didn't appreciate her boyfriend being compelled and was tempted to rip the woman's head off, but something told Caroline that would've been a mistake. She smelled…different, older even and Caroline knew better than to try killing a vampire that walked the earth before her.

"Everything okay?" Matt asked, stepping out of the grill to check on Caroline.

"Yeah, it's fine. Are you almost done with your shift?" Caroline asked, walking up to Matt and kissed his lips softly.

"Yeah, just clocked out actually." Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead against hers. "So, what's going on tonight?"

It was Friday night and Caroline loved the night because of the nature of who she was. "We're going into the woods for a bonfire with everyone." She stated, looping her arm through his and guided him to his truck. "Just follow me."

Violet pulled up to the Salvatore house about fifteen minutes later, doing the speed limit since she didn't know how tight authority was around Mystic Falls. "Hmm cozy." She commented softly, cutting the ignition and stepped out, heading to the front door.

While Stefan was out gallivanting with his girlfriend, Elena, Damon Salvatore remained at home alone, staring into the fire. He swallowed down more bourbon, having the bottle right beside him, trying to drink his pain away. Just because he was a vampire didn't mean he didn't feel emotions like a human did. The only way not to feel pain was to give up his humanity completely, which wasn't happening.

A knock on the front door made his eyes snap open, his head slowly turning and could sense a new presence he wasn't familiar with. Standing, Damon walked out of the living room/parlor and up the few stairs, heading for the door. It was late at night so, chances were, this wasn't a human he was about to greet, wondering if he should even bother opening the door.

Damon was glad he decided to answer it at the sight of a small petite girl standing before him, leaning against the doorframe. "Can I help you with something?" He somewhat demanded, her scent mouthwatering.

"Is Rose here?"

His face instantly turned darker and Damon instantly had his guard up, electric blue eyes instantly narrowing. "Depends, what do you want with her?" He figured a little white lie wouldn't hurt in order to gain some information about this woman.

Violet wasn't screwing around and suddenly had the man by the throat, shoving him full force away from her and watched impassively as he skidded to the floor. "I don't play games." She stated, stepping inside the house and kicked the door shut behind her, her eyes never leaving him. "I'm only going to ask you this one more time and then things are going to turn really ugly for you. Where is Rose?"

Damon was on his feet instantly, not believing this small thing had so much power and he could feel it radiating from her. "You're in MY house, show some respect." He shot back derisively, squaring his shoulders.

"Hmm no I don't think I will." Without warning, Violet pulled a gun out from behind her back, having it tucked in her back pocket and aimed it at him. "These are wooden bullets and I will lodge every single one of them into you if you don't tell me where she is." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

Damon had definitely overestimated this girl and held his hands up, deciding to reason with her instead of using violence. "There's no reason for that. Put it away and I'll tell you." He stated, raising a thick black eyebrow. "Come sit down and have a drink. I'll tell you everything." He really didn't want to be shot with wooden bullets, not tonight.

Violet eyed him skeptically; wondering if this was a trick and slowly lowered the gun. "Lead the way." She wasn't walking ahead of him, Violet wasn't that stupid.

Damon led her to the parlor, noticing the gun was still in her hands and could tell this girl didn't trust anyone easily. That probably meant she'd been around for quite a long time, especially if she was searching for Rose. The more Damon looked at her, the more drawn he felt and couldn't understand why.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked cordially, pouring himself another tumbler, this time choosing Jack Daniels.

"No thank you." Violet didn't trust he wouldn't try spiking her drink with vervain or something else that would immobilize her, hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "So where is Rose?"

"Before I answer that, I want to know what you want with her." Damon said, a little more calmly this time around, no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"You're very brave considering I'm the one holding a gun with wooden bullets." Violet pointed out evenly, deciding to place it on the table in front of them as a sign of good faith. "It's just very important that I find her."

"Are you working for Elijah?" Damon demanded, downing half of his tumbler, not taking his eyes from her.

"Heavens no!" Violet shook her head, fear filling her eyes almost instantaneously. "Elijah has hunted her down for centuries along with Klaus. I would never think to betray her that way. Now where is she?"

This intrigued Damon immensely, though he tried to not show it. "You know about Elijah and Klaus?"

"Of course I do, boy." Violet stood up with her drink, downing all of it and slammed it on the table, picking her gun up again. "I know all about the Originals."

"Boy?" Damon snorted, wondering who the hell this little girl thought she was calling him something so bleak. "Let's get one thing straight, GIRL; I'm far from a boy."

Violet smirked, knowing she struck a nerve with him. "When you prove to me you're an actual man, maybe I'll consider calling you something else. Until then, BOY, it's time to start talking before I decide to become vicious again."

Damon could tell she wasn't kidding, the look in her eyes deadly and the sound of the gun clicking back telling him he was running out of options. "Tell me more about the Originals first." He cried out in pain when she shot him seconds later, right in the tibia, blood gushing out. "WHAT THE HELL, LADY?"

"That's strike one." Violet clicked the gun back again, debris flying out. "You have two left before I kill you."

"Noted." Damon grunted out painfully, pulling the wooden bullet out of his shin and breathed in and out sharply. "I-I'll tell you…"

"Wise decision." Violet sat back down, crossing one leg over the other and leaned back, the gun resting comfortably on her lap. "Now answer my question or I will tear you limb from limb."

Damon knew he didn't have a choice, feeling the hole in his chin slowly start healing, but didn't get to his feet, leaning his elbow against his knee. "Rose is dead." He admitted finally and groaned when the petite thing suddenly had him on his back with her hand wrapped around his throat, choking him.

"YOU'RE LYING!" Violet roared, holding the gun right to his temple, ready to pull the trigger. "TELL ME THE TRUTH!"

"I AM!" Damon growled out, not believing how much strength she had because he couldn't fight her off, especially not wounded. "I'm telling you the truth because I staked her MYSELF!"

Violet was trembling by now, pressing the gun harder into his temple, wanting to blow his brains out with the wooden bullet as tears filled her eyes. "Why?" She demanded through gritted teeth, squeezing his throat a little more. "WHY?"

"To put her…out of her…misery…" Damon grunted out in between breaths, aquamarine flashing dangerously at him.

Releasing his throat, Violet flew several feet away from him, still having the gun in her hand in case he tried attacking her. Rose was…dead? It couldn't be! It wasn't true! Violet swallowed hard and had to sit down, blinking as a few tears slipped down her cheeks while the owner of the house slowly got to his feet.

"I should kill you right here and now." Violet growled, wiping her tears away angrily and stood up, shoving Damon right back down before he could get up, her steel toed boot pressed against his throat. "But I won't." She lifted her boot, letting him breathe again and tucked the gun away. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

Turning, Violet flew to the front door and left, slamming it behind her as the tears really started to fall. It wouldn't be long before the vampire healed and came after her, so Violet had to get as far away as possible. Tossing the gun in the passenger seat, Violet started the car and drove away, crying her heart out.