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RainySmithCullenSalvator X- Thank you for the review and the compliments! Please continue to read if you find time in your schedule of stories, I completely understand. In both of my stories the delena is not the main focus, just odd little snippets because they are sooo perfect for each other (just ask Rose). Thanks again.
After all this business with Originals and what not, Allessandria figured it would take something pretty damn amazing to shock her brothers. Apparently Giuseppe's only daughter was pretty damn amazing. Both Salvatore boys seemed frozen in place from seeing their "long dead" little sister. After what seemed like hours of open-mouthed staring she called out, "Though your impressions of fish statues are stunning, you both should close your mouths, you are not guppies."
"Alice?" stuttered Stefan, curious despite his long-lost humanity.
"No Stefan, its your other 16 year old sister," she joked attempting to lighten the mood while hoping the other brother would pull out of his trance. Unfortunately he did, just not in the way she would have preferred.
"It can't be you. You moved on and away, got married and eventually, after a long life, died." The oldest living family member turned to Stefan and said, "Ghost must be taking over the town again or something. Get the Ghost Whisperer to come over and check." Alice had to hand it to her skeptical brother.
'Melodramatic as always Damon.' she smiled to herself. Sing-songing inside her head she added, 'Cleopatra queen of de-Nile, or uh, king I guess.'
Out loud she said, "No need to call Jeremy, Damon, I can assure you I'm not a demon of your past haunting your future." at the disbelieving looks thrown her way Alice rolled her eyes. "Don't believe me? Fine. I'll prove it. Stefan's 8th birthday. Remember? Damon, you and I baked him a salt cake and switched it out with the real one. When Cordelia brought it out after his birthday dinner in the garden Stefan only took one bite before making an extremely amusing face and spitting it out on the grass. Once he finished coughing up all the cake he proceeded to chase you and I around until we were all completely covered in cake. Mother made us stay in the frosting covered clothes until we finished eating the real cake." She gave her brothers the "Can't you see I'm telling the truth look!" and sighed when neither seemed to.
"What type of cake was it?" asked Stefan making it seem trivial not random.
"Georgian Silk Peach with Honey-Touch icing, the only kind you would eat for months." she replied without a pause, "It was 14 and a half months before Mother died."
Stefan smirked before shrugging and saying, "Welcome home Alice," as if he didn't care a bit. The twinkle in his eye betrayed his act. Allessandria switched her attention to Damon who still stood, shell shocked.
"'Amon, it's really me!" she murmured staring deep into his matching eyes. The statuesque form melted hearing her old nickname and a smile (Not sarcastic in the least) crossed his features. Picking Alice up and spinning her around in circles like he had done since she could walk, her older brother looked like he was flying high (or had drunk most of the bourbon in the house stock.) Allessandria always made him feel that way, ever since the 4 day old baby girl he was holding looked up at her brother like he was her whole world, and continued to throughout her 16 years.
"It's really you!" Damon whispered, still spinning her around when Elena walked in.
"Damon! Where are y-?" she froze watching the eldest brother spinning a small, fair figure with long ebony curls in the air around him. "Uh, whats going on?" she asked bewildered by the sight enfolding in front of her.
"You must be Elena," Allessandria said watching the look on the doppelgänger's face (that was practically screaming, "Who the hell is this girl!") change to one of suspicion, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Most vampires think I'm Katherine and try to kill me. Why not you?"
"Maybe I'm not a vampire," replied Alice watching Elena raise her eyebrows making her laugh. "Okay you caught me, I am in fact a vampire (insert duh here) and because I've been watching this town since these two idiots decided to live a "normal" life. And you have a much different air about you. Reserved, strong, basically the exact opposite of the self-serving bitch."
"You seem to know me, yet, I have no idea who you are." Pretending to pout, Alice stuck out her bottom lip and made puppy dog eyes at Damon. He rolled his eyes, just like he used to in 1864, and made a cry-me-a-river gesture. Sticking out her tongue, Alice turned to Elena with a renewed spark in her icy orbs.
"Thats easy, I'm Alice, Damon and Stefan's younger sister."