I was reading through many of the reference books until it was time for the library to close. Since I wasn't allowed to check out the reference section books (and I was only able to research for an hour due to the sun), I compelled the librarian to let me take it.

And, before I exited the library, I controlled the fog to cover up my view so the cameras wouldn't be able to notice me once they saw that one of their most important reference books were missing.

I was walking on the sidewalk to the park when I realized that I was being followed. Just as I was about to turn around to face my attacker and show them that it was a little dangerous to be out after dark (I was just in one of those moods), I was shot. Let it be known that I don't usually scream when staked in the gut (it's happened two other times), but I've never been stabbed with a double stake in the lower back.

Then, when I went to my knees, and then to the pavement, pretending to play dead. I didn't have the strength to fight this attacker when I was literally stabbed in the back. The stake took all of my energy, so I was going to play like I was a human.

I screamed in agony, only somewhat acting. I mean, this thing hurt!

"Get up!" a man yelled.

"I can't!" I lied. The stake may have caused me agonizing pain, but it didn't mean I was weak enough to helplessly remain on the ground.

"Come on vamp chick," another man said in a tone that seemed sarcastic and careless. "We aren't stupid. If you would've smelled like a human we would've left you alone, but you don't. Vampires are easy to sniff out."

"Damn it," I mumbled. "Congratulations Fido and Rover. Those are quite some noses you have." I began to rise, only to be hit with another stake to the lower back.

"What the hell?" I yelled. "I'm complying with orders. Why did you do that?" It caused me to hit the concrete again. I managed to hang onto the book, but another wave of pain ripped up through me.

"Amusement," the man with the careless tone said again.

This time my anger got the best of me and instead of making me weak, it gave me the strength to get up, all the while I was shouting many profane words in both English and Spanish.

Once I spun around to see my attackers, my eyes bulged and I froze.

"Would you look at that, Brother?" the owner of the careless voice said. "We have a little chiquita descarada that we've managed to intimidate." Did he seriously just call me a "sassy petite girl" in my own language?

Seriously!

However, that thought left as quickly as it came as I started flipping though the pages in the book that I've seemed to fight tooth and nail to finish reading.

"Get the book, Damon," the other boy with the brown hair and sparkling green eyes said.

In a flash, I was staring directly into the icy blue eyes of who I believed to be Damon Salvatore. He continued to stare at me as he reached his arm around to pull out the stakes from my back while snatching the book from me.

The rip from my back took the breath out of me and I fell to the ground again. This time, it was only to my knees.

"Looky here, Stefan," Damon said. "She marked the page about our family history. Looks like somebody's been researching us."

"I've never heard of you having a twin sister that we lost to T.B., though," Stefan replied.

"That's because, little brother, this book isn't accurate at all," Damon said. "You killed our father, not some animal. Also, we weren't killed in an accidental swap of gunfire. Mr. Guiseppe Salvatore, as it says in the book, was the little hellion that killed us. There wasn't any corruption-there were vampires. We're much worse. Also, this picture wasn't my official Confederate suit. It was a costume I wore while mine was being stitched back up."

Stefan rushed over to me in a flash and grabbed me up by the throat.

"What were you looking us up for?" he asked, though it sounded more like a demand.

"You're alive," I said. I would've cried if he wasn't cutting off the airway that I didn't need to use.

"That's not an answer," he pointed out, clenching the fist around my throat just a bit tighter.

"The sister," I managed to choke out. I may not need to breathe, but to answer his question, I needed my "voice tubes" that were in my throat.

"The book is wrong," Damon said, appearing in front of me next to Stefan in a flash. "There is no sister."

"It's me," I choked out again. I could've easily broken Stefan's wrist, I was six years older in my vamp years than Damon, if my calculations were correct. I didn't because Damon had wooden stakes on his side.

"No it's not," Damon laughed in a sadistic way. "Even if we did have a sister, she'd be dead by now."

"The book also said that you were killed in an accidental swap of gunfire," I replied. "Like you said, the book is wrong."

Stefan growled, and then proceeded to throw me across the road. I was kind of wondering if any cars went down this street, because I haven't seen one yet.

"Get out of town," he yelled, "or we'll find you and put the stake in your heart instead of stabbing you in the back."

Just as I was about to take a run for it, another person seemed to come into the picture within the blink of a human eye and she grabbed me. At least, I hoped it was a she, because the fingernails were too long to be a normal man's.

"Lucia Elise!" she squealed as she lifted me from the sidewalk and dusted me off. "Is it really you?"

"I go by the name Damara now that I'm the demon daughter of Satan," I replied before I looked at the woman.

"Well, it's nice seeing you again. I see you've met your twin brother, Damon, and your younger brother, Stefan," she said. That statement made me look up. When I did, my eyes bulged like they did when I saw Damon and Stefan.

"Katherine," they both yelled in unison from across the street.

"Hi boys," she said, snubbing them in a way. She looked back at me. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?"

"Katherina Perez," I said with my heavy accent coming out as I spoke her name in Spanish. I was surprised my lips even moved. I was frozen.

"Hi there," she said as she laughed and smiled in a sly way.