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Summary: Dagmara Fikleson was an accident from just over one thousand years ago. No one really knows about her, but when she comes to Mystic Falls she's not about to leave just because of some danger that MIGHT come for the doppelganger. Ships, OC/Damon (S1S2) OC/Kol (Eventual)

Warnings: General vampire violence, language, everything that is Vampire Dairies and the Originals

Chapter One: Meeting Damon

The next morning when she awoke, took a shower, and made sure to re-attach her witch's jewelry for the sun, she walked out with a smile and a new outfit.

Her jewelry was a ring, one from a long time ago. It was a beautiful piece of work then, however it wasn't something that people thought was in style anymore, if anything it would be considered a male ring.

Of course, Mara would have been an idiot if she didn't get more than once piece when the opportunity presented itself in the form of stealing the magic from a powerful witch. She made herself more than once piece, because that way no one would go ripping off her jewelry and causing her a fiery death. A small anklet, it was hard to steal off of someone and people didn't usually wear them. They had made a small appearance in some cultures, but in most they were something that most didn't wear.

School was just as boring as it was the day before, or so she'd thought until she came into history class. She'd hoped the teacher wasn't as horrible as she'd thought the day before;

"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle?" Teacher asked, turning toward the suspect witch, "Ms. Bennett?"

There it was, 'Bennett' was one of the names that the main line of witches had split into over the years. Of course, snap judgment shouldn't be made, perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps the young girl would never tap into her power.

"Uhm… A lot? I'm not sure, like a whole lot."

"Cute becomes dumb in an instant Ms. Bennett, Mr. Donovan; would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?"

This guy really was an arse.

"It's okay Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it."

Tanner chuckled along with the class, but it was mocking, "Elena, surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?"

Doppelganger, Elena as it were shook her head, and despite the fact that Tanner was obviously a dick she answered rather politely, "I'm sorry, I… I don't know."

"I was willing to be lenient last year, for obvious reasons Elena. Personal excuses ended after summer break."

"There were 346 casualties sir, unless you're counting local civilians." Stefan Salvatore stepped in, not surprising he'd know that answer though, was it.

"That's correct, Mr.…?" Tanner prompted.

"Salvatore."

"Salvatore, any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?"

Original settlers? Don't make her laugh; those people came in what, hundreds of years later. How arrogant, to just assume that they'd been the first. It was actually surprisingly angering; they claimed land that had not been theirs, though they hadn't known better.

"Distant." Not.

"Well, very good. Except of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle." He walked back, as if he'd won the moment, only to be interrupted.

"Actually there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers fired on a church believing it to be housing weapons, they were wrong. It was a night of great loses. The Founder's achieve stored in the civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mr. Tanner."

Chuckles all around, Tanner didn't try to be a smart ass for the rest of the class.

When class was over, Mara snuck up next to Stefan and whispered to him, "I can see why you would know. How could you not, after all."

Stefan looked up to see who'd said it, seeing Mara giving him a smirk, before disappearing in a burst of vampire speed. It would be interesting, messing with him for a little while. Let him be suspicious for oh, a week, before putting him out of his misery and letting him know she didn't bite.

Fellow vampires anyway.

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Okay maybe that was a lie, but she would let him know she didn't plan to bite him anytime soon.

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Later, after school was over Mara found someone to compel to bring her to that party she'd heard about. He could also be her meal/partner before the night was through, he was pretty good looking. Usually she preferred females though; they could wear things to hide the bites without it seeming weird far easier than guys.

The party was very… Lively.

"Leave me, I have a descendent I wish to go and meet with." Mara compelled the human before walking over toward where the Bennett was.

Walking over to them, she smirked somewhat at the sound of Stefan being verbally attacked by the blond as he tried to make his way over to the doppelganger and the Bennett. Then just before she reached them, they talked about being psychic, and the young witch had a vision. It seemed that she was a witch than, interesting. Always helpful to have a battery near you, never mind the fact she might come to like the girl. Well – that was if she didn't end up being like Ayanna.

The Doppelganger practically yelled her name though, so that was set.

Bonnie Bennett.

Of course, Stefan used vampire speed to show up in front of the two girls before Mara could. She damn near pouted, but that didn't stop her from showing up next to him.

"Hello~ I'm Mara Fikle. Let's be friends, see, I'm already friends with Stefan here, old friends. I just wanted to get to know his new ones, you see?" There was a grin painted onto her lips, her Irish accent coming out thickly

Both Elena and Stefan looked at her a bit weird, and Stefan was actually looking angry and suspicious underneath that.

Elena looking at her weird wasn't what the plan entailed though, had she done something wrong? Mara thought people did introductions that way, maybe it had changed without her knowing or paying attention…

Elena got over it though, giving a slight chuckle. "Hey, uhm… Nice to meet a friend of Stefan's, and I'm sure that we can become great friends."

"I'm… Sorry for her, she never really socialized a lot, moving around a bit and such…" Stefan apologized for Mara, going with the story, because if he didn't then it would be suspicious.

Mara mentally smirked, perhaps she was wrong on introductions, but she still had her ability to manipulate the conversation at least minimally. "Anyway, are you upset about something?"

"No uhm, no its Bonnie – Never mind, you know what. You're here." Elena smiled as she said it; Mara couldn't help but marvel at just how much like Tatia and Katerina she looked

"I'm here."

The smile that they shared made Mara think, shit.

Petrova charm at work it seemed, that instant attraction was just too much. Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be like the last Doppelgangers then.

Either way, they started to walk around, for what purpose Mara didn't quite understand.

"You know, you two are kind of the talk of the town."

"Are we?" Stefan said in Mara's place.

"Mhmm, mysterious new people, in a town that rarely gets new people? Oh yeah." Elena said.

"Well, you got that mysterious thing going on too, twanged in sadness."

"What makes you think I'm sad?" Elena asked, and Mara made a sound of agreement.

"Yeah Stefan, way to make yourself sound like a crazy stalker." Mara made a show of playfully pushing his shoulder as if friendly berating him.

"… Well we did meet in a grave yard."

"Right… Oh wait, technically we met in the Men's Room. You don't want to know anyway, it's not exactly party chit chat." Elena said, and Mara gave a small little laugh.

"Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your forming new and meaningful connections if you know what I mean. I'll talk to you later Stefan, don't do anything I wouldn't do." Mara threw him a playful wink before skipping back toward the way that they'd came.

Going back to the party, she looked around for the person she'd come with. Mara felt a bit puckish, it'd been a long time since she'd fed from vein and not cold blood packs. Before she could find him though, she smelt blood and quickly turned to find where it was coming from. Just after she'd turned, Elena came back out of the woods with her brother and a woman who was bleeding.

"Somebody help!" She yelled, causing people to turn toward them.

People tried to give her some space, all the while trying to figure out what was going on. Yelling for someone to call an ambulance, of course Stefan ran away, and Mara followed after him, wondering what that was about.

It wasn't Stefan, a ripper doesn't stop.

It wasn't her, so that must mean that there was another vampire in the Falls.

Perhaps Stefan's brother came for a visit? It was the most likely scenario; it was far too quickly for people to be showing up for the Doppelganger.

It seemed that he was heading for his home, basically ignoring her presence.

Once they entered, Zach Salvatore called after him, "What's going on?"

"Someone was attacked today, and it wasn't me or Mara."

With that, Stefan ran up to what she assumed was his room, Mara followed just out of plain curiosity of why he wasn't acknowledging her following and saying something like, 'Get the fuck out of my house.'

Once they got up, Mara closing the door behind her, a crow flew in from the window. Stefan turned abruptly to a figure on the other side of the room.

"Damon." He said in a matter of fact tone.

Damon was rather good looking; he was rocking the bad boy image. Mostly black, leather jacket, hair styled just right, and a smirk pulling upon his lips, however that wasn't the most compelling piece of that particular picture. Startling blue eyes, a true blue that most didn't have.

"Hello, brother."

Damon sauntered farther in, looking around at the many things in the room.

"Crow's a bit much, isn't it?" Stefan asked, and Mara leaned herself against the wall to watch the fine piece of entertainment.

"Wait until you see what I can do with the fog."

It was actually quite impressive, a young vampire like that able to use fog and turn into and control animals so well. Most never learn, thinking it too bothersome or difficult.

"When did you get here?" Stefan asked, sounding a bit frustrated.

Personally Mara wondered about this little sibling dynamic. It seems as though they didn't get along, oh well they were vampires – Hundreds of years to get over sibling arguments.

"Well, I couldn't miss your first day at school." He smirked to his brother as he walked over to a book stand, "Your hairs different, I like it."

"It's been fifteen years, Damon."

"Thank god, I couldn't take another day of the nineties, don't you agree?" Damon smirked toward Mara. She got the feeling he was the type to mouth off, to anyone.

"Hated them, style was horrible. I like this new decade much better, suits me – Don't you think?" Mara ran a hand over her body and raised an eyebrow toward him. Damon was a bit thrown by that, usually his brother's friends were boring, but this one had some attitude.

"It does, your one of the best looking women in this town – So maybe you can teach my little brother one of the major lessons in life. Stay away from fads. You should have seen him with the grudge look."

Stefan, either frustrated from lack of answers, or angry because he looked bad in fads snapped at his brother, "Why are you here?"

"I miss my little brother." Damon stated, as if it was obvious.

"You hate small towns, it's boring, there's nothing for you to do."

"I managed to keep myself busy." Damon hinted at what he'd done to that girl.

"You know, you left that girl alive tonight, that's very clumsy of you." Said Stefan, Mara on the other hand felt it might have been quite deliberate.

"Ahh…" He turned toward his brother, "That could be a problem, for you."

"Why are you here now?"

"I could ask you the same question." Walking toward his brother, he continued, "However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up into one little word, Elena."

The smirk that spread across his lips as he finished should have been illegal.

"She took my breath away you know, Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine." Damon stated, and almost wanted to laugh, Katherine huh? Katerina sounded better, but she was in hiding from what Mara understood. "Is it working Stefan, bring around her, being in her world. Does it make you feel alive?"

"She's not Katherine." Stefan sounded out the words, attempting to drive his point home.

"Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended. Tell me something, when's the last time you had something stronger than a squirrel?"

Oh god… Don't tell me… He drinks animals? Mara couldn't help but think. Drinking animals tasted horrible, she remembered that time, so long ago when she'd done the same. Worst time in her life, never to happen again if she had any say.

"I know what you're trying to do Damon; it's not going to work." Stefan moved to walk away, only to be pushed by Damon, egging his brother on.

"Come on! Don't you crave a little?" His voice almost eager.

"Stop it." Stefan tried to pull out of his reach again, only for Damon to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, let's do it together. I saw a couple of girls out there, we can invite this friend of yours as well – Or just cut to the chase!" Damon slapped his brother upside the head, obviously trying to piss him off, "Forget those girls, and let's just go straight for Elena!"

Stefan had enough of that it seems, he pushed Damon away with a yell, "Stop it!"

"Imagine what her blood tastes like! I can."

Stefan finally allowed his vampire to come to the surface and full out body slammed his brother out of a window. Mara quickly jumped down, not wanting her entertainment to be out of view. Of course, Stefan didn't seem to have caught his brother – What he got for weakening himself on animal blood, really.

Damon was leaning against a bush, "Well, I was impressed. I give it a six, missing style but I was pleasantly surprised."

"I give it a five, weak." Mara said, from her place in the opposite direction, leaning against the house.

Damon gave her a wink, continuing his review, "Very good, with the whole face—"He mocked the sound of an attacking dog, "Thing, it was very good."

"It's all fun and games, huh Damon? But wherever you go people die."

"That's a given." The look on his face kind of read, 'Duh, VAMPIRE here.'

"Not here, I won't allow it." Did that little show not just prove that it's not possible for him to actually stop the guy?

"I'll take that as an invitation."

"Damon, please, after all these years can't we just give it a rest?" Stefan seemed to be damn near crying, a ripper of all things nearly crying and eating little puppies. Something was just wrong with that picture.

Damon's answer came, not in a form Stefan wanted though, "I promised you an eternity of misery, so I'm just keeping my word."

"Oh, because that's not bothersome and impossible to pull off at all." Mara drawled in her Irish accent, mocking both of the brothers.

Damon faced her, pointing toward her, "Hey, no one asked for a peanut gallery."

Stefan on the other hand, shot her a rather pointed look, "Just stay away from Elena, both of you."

Mara placed a hand on her chest, miming being hurt by that comment.

"Hey, where's your ring?" Damon pointed toward Stefan's middle finger, "Ohh, sun's coming up in a few hours, and poof, ashes to ashes."

Stefan looked at his finger nervously, looking back to his brother for answers. Damon just chuckled, "Relax, its right here."

Damon held out his hand, a rather large ring was in the middle. It was huge, like fashion statement huge. Stefan took it carefully, and placed it on his finger. During which, rather unpredictably, Damon grabbed his brother by the neck and threw him. Stefan hit the wall, and Damon was where he fell just next to him, before he hit the ground.

"You should know better than to think you're stronger than me. You lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again." Damon stopped and tilted his head as he heard a noise, "I think we've woken Zach up."

He starts to walk away, "Sorry Zach."

Mara started to follow the now whistling man, turning back toward the prone figure only for a moment, "There is such a thing as blood bags you know. It's the twenty-first century. B.T.W. Your brother seems fun."

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It'd been an interesting night really, not much more that you could ask for. A good family drama always put her in a mood for a bite to eat though – and the drama at the party had caused Mara's bite to get away. Finding some random woman on the side of the road, "Follow me, nothing is wrong you feel very at peace. You won't remember anything that happens in the next five minutes, and you will be quiet."

Pulling her into the shadows, Mara bit down on her neck. Practically relishing in the fact that she was a real vampire, not drinking off animals like a weakling. The blood slide down her throat and it felt like relief, of the urge to near constantly drink. The itch that you couldn't really feel, but was always there. Mara nearly groaned as she pulled away and bit her own wrist. Last thing she needed was anyone on her ass, so she healed the woman and let her on her way.

However reluctantly, and wishing she ate the whole Happy Meal.

End Chapter One:

Authour Note: New chapter already~ I'll put them out fast until I catch up with myself. Anyway let me know what you think, a darker side of Dagmara will be shown eventually if she seems too nice for you so far!

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