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Chapter 1:

Mystic Falls, 2011

Callie made her way through the masses of people that were all gathering around the fighting boys and as she finally found the boy she knew as her close friend, she pulled him away with such force that he nearly flew away from the other boy. She pushed him away from the other boy and out of the mass of people that tried figuring out what was going on.

Callie and her friend Marcus had been walking down the streets and minding their own business when some boy grabbed Callie's purse and tried running away with it. Marcus had run after him and they had broken into a fistfight that Marcus couldn't just easily win since they were in a public place. People were going to look oddly at him if he suddenly snapped the boy's neck or moved faster than what was normal, so he had let the boy hit him a couple of times.

However, a police officer finally arrived at the scene and placed handcuffs on the other boy, and while the people had been distracted Callie and Marcus had made their escape. They hurried into an alley a few blocks away where they stayed for a few minutes.

"You should have let him run away with it," Callie said and sighed. "I know you like playing a hero and all, but we never know where there are any vampire hunters."

Marcus scoffed. "As if a silly vampire hunter could take us down. I mean, we're older than this town for Christ's sake!" he said.

Callie rolled her eyes and checked if someone had followed them. Everything seemed normal, though, so she removed the dirt from her purse and continued walking in the direction they had been heading when the mugging happened. Marcus sighed, but followed her and looked at the places where his bruises and cut marks had been before they had healed up.

"I could have taken him down a lot faster if he hadn't taken that knife out," he said, running his fingers through his ruffled dark brown hair. "And who mugs someone in the middle of the day anyway? That boy must really have been desperate to do such a stupid thing!"

"Oh, you mean like when you 'successfully' tried robbing that bank in 1877?" Callie teased.

Marcus wrinkled his nose, which only amused Callie even more. She punched him lightly on his arm and dragged him towards the train station when she suddenly noticed something and stopped walking abruptly. She turned her gaze to a newspaper that had caught her attention and read the headline out loud.

"Local café window explodes – no evidence to why," she said, handing the paper to Marcus. "You think he's here? I mean, a café window can't just explode just like that."

"Yeah, it could be. We better check it out before we go then." Marcus said.

They went to the café that was mentioned in the newspaper and saw the destruction of the before cosy place for vampires, who wanted to enjoy a drink without being burned by the sunlight. Callie did remember hearing that a vampire, who was an expert in finding people, lived in the very same town and that he could get in contact with someone she needed to find.

"We need to find this Slater guy before someone kills him," Marcus said, picking up a coin from the ground. He looked at it and then at the broken glass pieces on the sidewalk. "Let's pay him a visit, shall we?"

Callie nodded and they continued their search, asking people around and trying to figure out where Slater even lived. It wasn't a secret that Callie was feeling a mixture of excitement and fear of being so close to finding the person she was looking for.

Marcus knew very well that she had spent centuries trying to find this person and that she had always been so close to finding him, but never close enough. She needed to find him and he had a feeling that this century was the one where she would finally succeed.

"I've never asked you what you were going to say to him when you meet," Marcus said as they walked to Slater's apartment. A friend of Slater's had told them where to find him and he even told them some of Slater's secrets, because he was pissed off at the vampire for some unknown reason. "What are you going to say, Freya?"

Callie scowled at him as she always did whenever he called her by her first name. Her full name was Freya Callistus, but she preferred being called Callie and it also drew less attention on them when they travelled around the world.

"I… don't know, really. I mean, he doesn't even know me and maybe he'll kill me because he thinks I'm lying." Callie said.

Marcus sighed, but he decided not to say anything since they had found the right apartment. They pushed the unlocked doors open and found the man they were currently looking for dead on the floor with a stake in his heart. Callie groaned, but went fully inside anyway and took a look around in the apartment. She could hear voices coming from the living room and signed for Marcus to be quiet. They quietly hid behind a wall and took a peek at the strangers in the living room.

"Rose-Marie?" said Callie, eyes wide as she stepped out from their hiding place.

A young woman turned around and her eyes widened too when she saw Callie. But the silence between them was broken by Marcus when he suddenly noticed someone else and very familiar in the apartment. Someone they never expected to meet.

"Is that the doppelgänger?" he asked, taking Callie's attention away from the 500-year-old female vampire.

Callie looked at the young girl her friend was referring to and saw that the girl was about her age, but unlike Callie the girl was still human and she looked frightened by their presence.

"Yes, it has to be. She looks just like Katerina," she said and walked closer to the human girl. "Hello, don't be frightened. I'm not here to harm you. I was actually looking for Slater, but…"

"Oh, you're still looking for him, aren't you?" Rose asked.

Callie nodded. "We heard that Slater could contact him. Did you two kill Slater?" she said.

Rose shook her head and walked up to the doppelgänger as if she feared that Callie would hurt her anyway, but Callie didn't mind her thinking like that. She knew that Rose knew what she was capable of and she even knew who she was looking for.

"Elena, I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine. This is Freya Callistus. We used to work together back in the 15th century. She is looking for Elijah too."

"Please do call me Callie. And this is my best buddy Marcus."

Marcus merely nodded and went Slater's computer to look for any clues of where Elijah was. Callie noticed that Elena looked warily at both her and Marcus, but she guessed that she was just scared or perhaps wondering if she could trust them or not.

"Why are you looking for Elijah?" Elena asked suspiciously.

"Personal reasons," Callie answered, walking up to her friend. She looked at the emails that had been exchanged between Slater and another guy that were about Elijah and a certain curse. "Do you know where he is? Elijah, that is."

They both shook their head. "But we've contacted someone who knows him. He will bring us to him, but we don't know when he'll be here."

Callie nodded understandingly and was about to say something, but she could hear that someone else was there. Someone who definitely wasn't a human being. She walked back to the entrance and was immediately attacked by a young man, who was about Marcus' age – perhaps a year or two older. She quickly ducked before he could touch her and in one swift move she slammed him into a wall, knocking down a couple of pictures that were hanging on the wall.

"Hello, and who might you be?" she asked, her amber eyes turning dark red.

"Callie, stop! I know him!" Elena yelled, running out to them.

Callie's eyes turned back to normal and she turned her gaze to Elena, then back to the handsome vampire before her, who was struggling to breathe, because she had his neck in an iron grip. She reluctantly let go and watched as he coughed a bit, trying to catch his breath.

"I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?" he asked Elena.

"I'm sorry Damon, but this is my choice and you can't do anything to stop it." Elena said defiantly.

"Um, excuse me, but what is going on here? Who is this jackass?" Callie asked confusedly.

The vampire – Damon – turned his sky-blue eyes towards her and they locked eyes for a moment, until Callie was distracted by Marcus, who came out to them as well. Marcus instinctively sized the stranger and looked at him from head to toe, but so did Callie out of curiosity.

Damon had dark hair like Marcus, but his was a much darker shade and a bit shorter. He was also a few inches taller than Callie's friend and much more muscular, but one of things that stood out to Callie was the fact that the vampire looked like a real bad boy and he even had a smug bad boyish smirk, which she guessed many women easily fell for.

"I could ask you of the same thing, lovely," Damon said, rubbing his sore throat a bit. "Whatever you are looking for then you're not going to find it here."

Callie scowled at him and was about to smack him, but Rose quickly stopped her, remembering all too well that her old friend had a dangerous temper.

"This is Damon, Elena's boyfriend's brother and a major pain in the ass." Rose told her.

"Ah, well that explains a lot," Marcus said, walking up to Damon with a smirk on his lips. "How come you are here instead of your brother?"

"That's none of your business, pal. Now take your little girlfriend and leave if you want to–"

Damon was interrupted by the sound of someone else appearing. It was three vampires and they were looking for Elena. Of course Damon refused to let Elena leave with them and told them to leave again, but one of them suddenly fell to the ground, revealing someone very familiar behind him, who made Callie freeze on the spot. Rose too became scared and decided to flee, but Callie didn't try to stop her. She watched in amazement as Elijah himself walked inside and didn't know what to do or say. She just stood there and watched as he killed the two other vampires.

"Callie, say something before he leaves." Marcus whispered, making Elijah turn his attention to both of them.

For a moment Callie thought that he was going to kill them too, but he just looked at her with a strange look on his face as if he was trying to remember her. Callie finally opened her mouth to say something, but he vanished quicker than she could blink before she could make a sound, leaving her devastated and disappointed.

"I should have said something," she muttered and turned slowly to Marcus, ignoring Damon and Elena's presence. "I missed my chance."

Marcus shook his head. "We'll find him again, I promise." he said, taking her hand and leaving the apartment with her half as quickly as Elijah had left.

Callie didn't know what to say or do. She'd found the person she was looking for, yes, but he still didn't know who she was or what she was doing in the apartment. As she sat with Marcus in a train to Charlottesville, she couldn't help but wonder if another thousand years were going to pass before she found Elijah again… and told him that she was his long-lost daughter.

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