"The showdown was between me and my family. They went rouge."

Elena gasped. Stefan shook his head and Damon was speechless.

"Mother killed father by accident and I killed her and my two brothers Manny and Phillip. I had to bury and discard of any evidence three centuries ago."

"Three centuries ago?" asked Elena

"I'm four hundred and twenty centuries old. Funny how times fly, or crows, either way." Damon looked at me and smiled.

"How did you find my brother?" asked Stefan.

"Thought he was breakfast. That reminds me, don't step in the pig over there." I pointed out to them.

Stefan grinned and Elena went pale for a few seconds, then returned to her normal colour. I thought she was actually close to throwing up, but she some how resited it. It brang human thoughts to my vampire mind, funny how I can think like that, like the human girl I was 420 years ago, the year today was 2009, so that meant I was born in 1589 on the 28th of July. Along time ago sadly, my family now dead to the world, not vampires but lumps in the ground, in something I made that resembled a grave. Although my family went rouge and tried to kill me I was hurt from them, sorry I had to do what I did to them, murder my own family to keep the rest of the world and town safe three centuries ago.

I had a cousin left though, he was 430 centuries old, born November the 13th 1579, his name was Lucas Fredrick. I felt sorry for him, he had troubles with his mind, some called it craziness others called it just plain freakish. He sometimes murdered people for fun, innocent or guilty, other then that was he a sad man who only wanted friends. But when ever someone came to see him it ended badly, you could tell, as there were always strange disappearances in the paper that were linked with people visiting my cousin the recent long years.

Damon was staring at my face watching my face fall at the memories of my cousin. "You alright?" he asked.

"Been better."

"So what brings you here?" asked Elena.

"I actually don't know, travel." I smiled and gestured to Stefan. "There was something I was going to tell you. Oh! Right! Do you know Owen Brander? The one who tried to kill you?"

He nodded.

"I killed him!" I spun around giggling.

"You did what now? How?" asked Stefan smiling.

"Stake and a really sharp heel of my black boots. Always knew it would come in handy!"

Stefan laughed and Elena grinned and went to his side. "She's a little unwell, ill take her home now. Hope you stick around Scarlett, good to see you."

"You to Stefan, Elena, Damon. I must be off myself, got to go find reservations."

Damon cocked his head to the side. I clarified. "A place to stay."

He smiled straightening up.

Once Stefan, Elena and Damon left I was alone in the woods and smiled to myself until I heard a movement from behind. I spun around, snarled and froze. Before me, stood my sister………………………………………………………….