Authors note: Hey, so this is all human, you read the summary otherwise you probably wouldn't have clicked on this, anyway so this is my first multi-chapter story and I really really hope I get some reviews and everything, thank you if your reading, your the best! btw, Rebecca is not in this story. This story will most likely change its rating to M for later chapters ;) also (no flames please bad review make me tear up : )

- Emma


"Monsters are real ghosts are real to, they live inside of us and sometimes they win"

-Stephen King


Life's really about choices, the choices that we make, the ones that make tears fall, make heartbreak, make grins grow wider, and make happiness bubble in our hearts, there are choices that are obvious, the ones that aren't. The ones that don't even seem like choices, and the ones that bubble in our brains like sizzling butter on a frying pan, that choices we make change us and change others, they bring some together and tear some apart. Choices define us in inerasable black ink, as if never to forget. And this story's about my choices, about my friend's choices, about my enemies' choices, about everyone's choices and how those choices became my life, and his life. Our life.


"So which one do you think?" Caroline asked me squinting her eyes at herself in the large mirror at Macys department store, as if she was trying to find a flaw in her perfect figure, there wasn't one.
She twirled in the mirror looking at the blue fitted jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places, but still managed to look conservative. She looked beautiful.

Andie looked up from her phone scanning her eyes over Caroline in the dress "I like the red one better" she said shrugging looking back down at her phone. Caroline pouted, "I like blue" she said looking at herself " I like blue better too Care" I said taking a small sip of coffee "Which one do you think Bonnie?" Caroline asked as Bonnie looked up from her own outfit to Caroline's, Bonnie pursed her lips deciding, "I like blue one better" she said looking down at herself self-consciously in comparison to Caroline.
"Bonnie you look beautiful" I said quietly so Caroline couldn't hear but Bonnie could, her head snapped up and gave me a huge grin.

It's how its always been, since high school, Me, Caroline, Bonnie and Andie were always best friends, on the cheerleading team, at pep rallies, Lunch drama, family drama, when a crush developed on the new kid, through breakups, and graduation they were always together.
Caroline was the head of the group. That just what it was. How it always was. Andie, Bonnie and me always had an understanding that it was necessary, Caroline needed the attention and power, and we were ok with that. But we made sure we stood up for each other when Caroline got out of hand.

"Ok I'm getting the blue and the red" Caroline smiled stepping back into her own jeans and blouse smiling.

Me, Andie and Caroline all teach at a kindergarten during the school year, we had finished high school last year and are heading to college in one year. All of us expect Bonnie decided that we didn't want to jump straight into collage after high school, we all wanted to get volunteer work on our applications for collage because it was more likely to get into collages in other states, and that's what we wanted, all of us to move somewhere we had never been before, get jobs and rent an apartment off campus together.

"I'm taking this one" Bonnie said smiling and winking as we both giggled.

Bonnie was different from the rest of us, she didn't know what she wanted to be; she was interested in history of witchcraft. The Salam which trails and ancient myths, all that fun stuff. (That's was she was majoring in) She went to school full time and lived with her dad, her dad: Rudy Hopkins was the philosophy teacher at the university. Almost every day they walked home together talking about their day, Bonnie loved her dad more than any of us combined; she grew up without a mom so her dad was always her rock, and her best friend.

They were cute.

Caroline had been on the hunt for a classy, conservative, fun, hot for our first field trip with the kids working at the school, claiming she needed to look her best if there happened to be any hot single guys at the kids pumpkin farm.
Me, Andie and Bonnie didn't have the heart to tell her how utterly ridiculous that sounded so we just laughed and rolled her eyes at 'typical Caroline'.

I was going on my first feild trip with the kids tomarrow and I couldn't help but feel nervous, I mean first time acully leaving the school, with a bunch of kids in care.
What if I lost a kid in the corn maze?
What if a kid got run over by a tractor?
What if I couldn't get one to stop running or something, lord knows how fast little kids are!?

The 'what ifs' bubbled in my stomach making it churn uncomfortably.

"Earth to Elena" Andie said waving her hand in front of my face, I realized that they were all at the door for the big handicap dressing room we always shared when we shopped here.
I blinked and jumped up. Andie seemed to read my mind or something, as she put her arm around me leading me out of the room.

"Elena don't sweat it you'll to great tomorrow, the kids love you,they will listen" she said as Caroline and Bonnie percussed their jeans and shirts.

I nodded at Andie she always knew what to say to make me feel better. Caroline babbled about jewelry and what I should wear claiming it had to be the perfect mix between classy but fun, as she ushered us all into her Range Rover that she got from her dad for Christmas. Caroline turned the radio on full blast as we flew through the streets towards my house to drop me off.

The car finally came to a stop in front of my house, and Caroline turned around to face me noticing that I was nervously tapping my finger on the cool leather of the seat Caroline's face turned into one of sympathy as she took in my nervous form and spoke softly

"Seriously babe, you'll be totally fine, now go and take a bath or something calm down, Andie and me will pick you up at 7;00 ok?" She asked sweetly, "Yep" I said the bath sounding fantastic in my head, and I got the tiniest bit excited about the warm water relaxing me.
I jumped out of the car smiling at them.
"See Ya" I yelled behind me as they drove away the speakers still blaring as you could hear their loud singing over the music I chucked at them being them.


I admired the house the as I always did when I walked up the steps, the light blue banisters on the front porch and old fold out chairs, a porch swing and dark brown and a round door with three windows that I could never reach being the shortest in the house.

I was the only girl in our family. Our family only consisting of my brothers, Klaus, Kol, Finn, Elijah and me. That's the way I like it. They are my brothers I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

Finn is the strictest, by far; ever since we were kids he's been the most serious. He was always at home doing extra credit homework, trying to find out ways to get his brothers out of trouble, reading the dictionary for pleasure. Cleaning the house; his cute toddler self-yelling through the halls about how 'He couldn't possibly work in the messy environment'.

As he got older he applied for internships and scholarships all the time trying to find programs to go to, (anything to get out of the house away from our parents). When he got to be older he saved up enough money to go to law school, he worked his butt off and finally became a lawyer, he quickly became one of the best environment lawyers in Chicago.

Finn was that brother that always kept everyone in order, sort of like the father of the family, yelled at Kol, Elijah and Klaus for being 'incredibly irresponsible and stupid' when they would stay out for a night, or has a contest of who could eat the most ice cream in 5 minutes.
Finn was definitely the strictest but we all knew it was just because he was worried about us. And I loved him for that and a million more reasons.

Kol was definitely a troublemaker, mischievous, conniving rule breaker. (But I loved him all the same)
Kol was funny. And when I say funny I mean hilarious, he had enough witty jokes and awful pick up lines to last him a lifetime. (and everyone else)

Kol had a cute little smirk that most girls found incredibly sexy and I always wondered how they couldn't see the trouble brewing behind it.

Kol was a heartbreaker; no doubt, he brought home different girls all the time. They always walked into the house practically dangling on his arm from holding it so much, I knew Kol tried to be discreet about it for me, tried to sneak through the back door, trying unsuccessfully to preserve my innocence, (But you can't really be so innocent when the walls are so thin, women walk out of the house practically limping and Kol comes down to breakfast with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Pfft...

As if I didn't know what they were doing, Finn would push Kol out of the kitchen at breakfast sometimes and, 'Talk' to his which usually included just yelling at his brother to be a little more discreet, and Kol coming up with so witty remark to come back with, while me, Klaus and Elijah just rolled our eyes.

Kol was definitely protective of me, like they all were. (Especially after our parents). He would watch me get into my car in the morning, and he would flat out tell me I couldn't wear things push me back in my room and demand that I change, the whole shabang. It was torturous and cute at the same time. But it was Kol and I loved him.

Klaus was maybe the most irresponsible, maybe the most hurt after everything that happened. He got heavily addicted to drugs. He started out with weed, just to get the high he said, he told us he just needed something good, something right in a wrong world, I never told him how much I wished that I could be his right. How all of us could. A family.

Apparently drugs made this life, a less shitty one. We thought it was only one in while, got high once a month or so, but we couldn't be more wrong.

He got high almost every other day without us ever knowing, I guess he decided that Weed wasn't enough after a couple months, not enough to numb the pain that lingered in his emotionally injured body, because he started heroin, he'd do almost anything to get a fix.

Get what he so desperately craved, and it scared me.

We didn't talk at that time, I avoided him around the house, and only spoke to him when spoken to, he didn't seem to notice that he was changing, that I didn't like the new him. Or he was too high to care.

Finn hated him at that time, so did Elijah and Kol, they yelled at him, screaming that 'Elena doesn't need to see this, your baby sister didn't need to see it! ' They screamed that, 'I shouldn't have to watch my brother destroy himself'. He just stared blankly at them. Like he didn't hear a thing.

One night Kol found Klaus in the corner shaking and sweating, having bad withdrawals. I peered through the doorway as all of my brothers sat around him telling him that if he didn't go to rehab and get dried out right then, they would make him move out, they told him he would lose me. That apparently woke him up because 8 weeks later he got home from rehab. Maybe that's what it was; it was him that came home not a shell to high to actually see straight.

That was a long time ago. He's better now, caring brother and all. He got a job at a car repair shop a couple blocks from home. Making some money to buy a new car he so desperately wanted.

Klaus was no doubt the most daring, and out of all of them hardly treated me like a baby he wasn't as protective as Kol, Elijah and Finn so I could get away with more stuff, such as going out really late with Caroline, Andie and Bonnie. He would cover for me. Its not like he didn't ask me a million questions before I left the house, but still.

Klaus let me have the most freedom and questioned my decisions the least, like he really, really trusted me, and I loved him for that.

And Elijah. Elijah. He was well mannered, well spoken the perfect gentlemen.
None of us figured out why he was so proper with the way we were raised but he was.
We were the closest in the house I think. He was just Elijah there's really no way to describe how much I love him, Its like he always just gets me, knows what I'm feeling and what to do to make it better, he just knew me the best, ever since we were kids he was always there after something left me sobbing. He used to sing to me almost every night when I was little. A sweet lullaby as he held me rocking me slowly in his arms, as I slowly fell asleep.

Elijah was protective just like all of my brothers, he wouldn't let me wear things, wouldn't let me go places, wouldn't let me go anywhere before letting him, or the brothers know.
But I knew it was just because he had seen me suffer the most. Seen tear fall from my eyes like pelting rain, he had seen the pain I had been through and he would do anything in his power to make sure I never felt it again. I just loved him.

My brothers had always been the one thing in my life that had kept me together; helped me, taught me, and loved me.
I would do anything for them just like they would do anything for me. Sure they were protective sure it was all sort all sorts annoying and sometimes drove me absolutely insane. All the rules and precautious.

But at the end of the day there was nothing more important than the bond of family.