A black BMW, camouflaged by the night sky, slowly drove over the old wooden bridge. Mystic Falls, the sign beside the bridge read. The male driver looked weary from the long drive as his master, the young woman in the back seat, didn't allow him to rest. The young woman, formally known as Alexandra, looked at her new I.D, and repeated the name "Alice Collins" over and over again.
"Alice Collins," she said again.
"We're here Miss Collins," the driver alerted his master to the arrival.
Alice gently placed her ID back into her wallet and pressed a button on her door to allow the window to roll down. She rested her arms casually on the window and allowed the night breeze to blow back her black hair from her face.
"STOP THE CAR," she yelled at the driver.
"Right away Miss Collins," the driver obeyed and slammed on the brakes.
However, before the car came to a complete stop, Alice yanked open the car door and quickly got out. "Something feels familiar," she whispered to herself. Alice then licked her right pointer finer and extended in the open air. Then, she muttered something in a different language and rotated the extended finger clockwise.
"Miss," the driver called to as he stumbled out of the car. Alice simply ignored the driver.
"Miss," the driver repeated.
Annoyed, Alice shouted, "shut up!" to the driver.
The driver obeyed, and stood silent beside the open door.
Alice closed her eyes again and moved her finger in the same motion. Soon, a tornado, a little bigger than Alice's fragile five foot frame, sweeps beside her. Alice extended her arm out and the tornado engulfed her violently thrashing her hair and clothes about.
A minute later, the tornado dispersed and rain poured down from the night sky. Alice laughed uncontrollably as she raised her hands up.
"Miss Collins," the driver took out an umbrella and held it over her head.
"Driver do you know where we are?" she asked.
"Mystic Falls Miss Collins"
"No," Alice grabbed the drivers face and pulled him close. "We are home!" she exclaimed.
Alice pulled the driver close and gave him a big hug. The driver embraced the Alice in the same way.
"Excuse me," a voice called out.
Alice pulled away from the driver to see who wanted her attention.
"Miss, are you lost?" A woman, with short blond and a little taller than Alice, climbed out of her jeep and shined a flashlight at her. Alice noticed that the woman wore a tan-colored uniform with a star shape badge over her heart.
Alice walked towards the woman, with the driver who kept the same pace holding the umbrella over her, to greet what she assumed as the sheriff.
"Sheriff," Alice started to say.
"Sheriff Forbes" she corrected.
"Sheriff Forbes," Alice said, "What seems to be the problem?"
"You need to move your vehicle. You can't park here," Sheriff Forbes instructed.
Alice stared blankly at the Sheriff and then laughed in her face.
"Are you telling me what to do?" Alice asked the Sheriff with a questionable tone.
"Miss," the Sheriff tried again to grab Alice's attention, but Alice continued with her laughter.
Sheriff Forbes felt that something was off and began to contemplate different theories in her mind.
"WHAT you are?" Sheriff Forbes questioned.
Alice stopped her laughter and showed Sheriff Forbes her red eyes and fangs.
Immediately, Sheriff Forbes took out her gun and aimed it at Alice. Alice, unfazed by the gun, disappeared and reappeared in front of the Sheriff. Alice gripped the gun tightly, enough to crush the metal barrel.
Alice's action shocked the Sheriff as she released the gun.
"Wooden bullets," Alice commented as tossed the gun to the side, "those don't work on me, but nice try." Alice flashed her fangs at the Sheriff, to scare her, but Sheriff Forbes stood strong.
"You don't scare me," Sheriff Forbes shot back.
"I see, you've encountered my kind before?" Alice curiously asked.
Sheriff Forbes remained silent.
"Rachel did warn me that supernatural forces dwelled here; never the less, I shall need a place to stay," Alice said sarcastically.
"I can't allow that," Sheriff Forbes said in a stern tone. She held her ground; braced herself in case Alice attacked.
"But we must. This is my home," Alice took Sheriff Forbes' hand into hers and said, "You will allow us to pass, for this is my home."
Sheriff Forbes felt compelled to allow Alice passage into town. She simply moved aside, away from the black car, and gestured with her hand to go ahead forward.
Ecstatic, Alice happily climbed back into the car and instructed the driver to continue on with their journey.
"The evening is still early," Alice commented, "Find us a place to stay.
"Perhaps there is a local Bed and breakfast," Alice's driver suggested.
"Yes, that would be fine," Alice replied. The driver drove into town leaving Sheriff Forbes alone on the bridge.
A moment later, Sheriff Forbes regained consciousness, confused by the events that occurred. Sheriff Forbes knew of one person who may be able to help her and immediately took out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Damon," she yelled into the phone, "We need to meet, we have a problem."
"Bigger than the arrival of the original vampire family?" Damon asked.
"Maybe, I'm not sure yet," Sheriff Forbes hung up the phone. She, then, climbed into the jeep and hurried over to the Salvatore's house.
Damon hung up the phone call with Sheriff Forbes. Stephen, his brother, looked at Damon puzzled by Damon's confused expression.
"What's up?" Stephen asked.
"Sheriff Forbes called. She said there is a problem," Damon answered.
"Another one?" Stephen expressed a lack of interest by Damon's answer.
"I guess."
"Well it can wait."
"That's right tonight is the ball," Damon smiled nefariously at the thought.
"Yes," Stephen emotionless withdrew from the room. He paused before he climbed the stair way up to his room. A private thought rendered him speechless and paralyzed. Stephen suddenly smiled and continued on his way up the stairs.
Damon poured scotch into a glass and took a sip. Damon lost in thought walked over to the window. For a second he thought about what the Sheriff might have wanted to talk about, but other thoughts clouded his mind.
As if on cue, a knock resounded on the front door of the Salvatore's home. Damon opened the door and a focus Sheriff walked in.
"Can I offer you anything, Liz," Damon playfully said.
"No," Sheriff Forbes said.
Damon noticed the concern look on the Liz's face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I think….I met another vampire," Liz stumbled through her words like she couldn't find the right ones to express her point.
"That doesn't ring any alarms," Damon hopped on the couch, "I am a vampire and I'm fabulous."
"She's not like the other vampires we've met. She's powerful, not affected by wooden bullets, and she compelled me to obey her," Liz began. Her hands shook as she recalled tonight's events.
"This vampire said this place was her home?" Damon asked.
Liz caught on to Damon's train of thought, and asked, "You think she is another original?"
"That wouldn't explain how she compelled you thought?" Damon, lost in thought, didn't hear his brother descend the stairs.
"I'm leaving," Stephen shouted.
"Wait Stephen," Liz called to him.
Stephen stopped in his tracks and faced Liz with a bored look upon his face. Stephen, usually filled with emotion, continued to portray his "I don't care about anything" face.
"Liz," Damon cautioned, "no need to involve Mr. I Don't care." Stephen took that as his cue to leave.
"Damon, don't you think he has a right to know?" Liz confused why Damon didn't want to mention this to his brother.
"He probably already knows and doesn't care," Damon casually said.
Liz looked at Damon confused. "Vampire hearing," Damon elaborated. Liz took the hint and nodded. She knew that Vampires are able to hear the sound of a pin drop. She also knew Stephen, in his state, was no use to them.
"What shall we do then?" Liz asked Damon.
Damon took a serious long hard look at his empty glass. Damon pondered the puzzle a moment further and then said, "I don't know, but I have a ball to attend." Damon left the room and headed up stairs to his room. Liz remembered about the original vampire family invitation, but she decided this new visitor took precedence over the ball.