"C'mon lets go out drink, and you can let your irresistible big brother show you how we do it here in Mystic Fall's." Damon said dragging her to his blue Mustang and driving away towards Mystic Grill.

Once they arrived and walked through the old wooden Mystic Grill door Alaric turned his eyes to his vampire best friend and his companion whilst sipping on his bourbon. As they walked towards him Damon pulled her with him by her waist causing the history teacher to raise his eyebrows and hold in a snort as he saw a glare of annoyance from the beautiful brunette. Had Damon compelled himself another annoying girlfriend or was this someone else.

Cut from his thoughts by Damon Alaric turned to greet his friend.

"Damon, haven't compelled yourself another girlfriend have you?" causing the companion to snort earning herself a sharp nudge in the rib cage.

"Nope." Damon said popping the 'p'. "This is my lovely sister Emily Salvatore." Smirking as Alaric chocked on his drink coughing and sputtering everywhere. "W-What?"

"Half sister. Tecnically. But still my baby sis. Our lovely mother had an affair with some English bloke who had moved over, with a huge number of families, and out popped this annoying bundle of joy." Damon snickered. "We kept her a secret, annoying sister and all, could cause a bad reputation." Signalling to the bar tender for two more Bourbons.

"Dick."

"Language sister." He said smirking into his drink as the bartender handed them their drinks.

Being the ever nice man Alaric decided to greet the mini me's.

"Nice to meet you and I also agree your brother here is a dick." Causing her to giggle at Damon's frown.

"Shouldn't frown Damie, you'll get wrinkles." She winked sipping on her bourbon letting the liquid to burn her throat as she swallowed it.

"Already being ganged up on thanks." He said sarcastically smiling at his alcoholic best friend.

"So what brings you to Mystic Fall's."

"Well a number of things my brothers, The Original's and to help where I can I don't want to lose my brothers when I have only just got them back and with Stefan on the run with one I thought he could lead me to the others." Damon's eyes shot up to hers when she said this and he grabbed her wrist as she went to pick the glass back up.

"How do you know The Original's?" He growled out.

Turning to face her over protective brother she rolled her eyes. "I only know one, Damon get your bloody hands off me." When he did she continued. "We met in Chicago 1922."

I was sitting alone at a bar my dark blue dress slowly raising up my leg as I turned and watched Stefan out of the corner of my eye. I watched him as he danced with a blonde woman who had short curly hair they lips almost touching as they danced to the jazz music. Catching her gaze I gave a small smile, that she returned before the song soon ended and she came sauntering up to me her cream dress swishing delicately around her figure.

"Hello, I see you were staring at the man I was dancing with. He's mine sweetheart. Get your hands off him." Causing me to chuckle and raise my eyebrows.

"He's my brother, no need to worry about that, he fancies you I can see it in his eyes"

"Your brother. Stefan has a sister? Why the bloody hell didn't he tell me." She mutters.

"Well we haven't seen each other for about seventy years my side of the family drama."

"Tell me about it. Mine and Nik's father has been hunting us for 900 odd years almost 1000, and he keeps getting closer and closer." She repliled sitting beside her on the stool and asking for a drink.

"Well at least you don't have wolves and witches trying to kill you. At least Gloria here is more adapt to the darker side."

"Isn't everyone here?"

I laughed causing us both to giggle we drank and talked all night long we even danced together due to many men desires and dismay. We always met almost every day hunted together and Stefan didn't notice me once until I had to run before I got us both killed and then when I returned to try and find her she had vanished.

They're eyes widened.