I'm soooooo sorry guys! I know I have some fans out there somewhere, but I've been doing exams at school and been so busy with the revision -.- I hate exams!
I would have updated sooner, but here it is

Damon groaned loudly as the smell of burning pulled him out of his sleep. "God damnit Stefan!" He shouted, slightly angry, "Learn how not to burn toast!" He rolled over to get out of bed but didn't realise he was actually on the sofa. A look of pure shock crossed his face as he met the air, then the hard wooden floor, Was I drunk last night? He tried to think back to what happened the previous night; however his mind went completely blank.

He heard a sharp hiss from the kitchen followed by a SLAP as –most likely- the burnt toast hit the deck. He shook his head with a small grin on his face, when will his brother ever learn that toast is not meant to taste like soot? On entering the kitchen Damon froze. Facing him was Tori with burnt toast and some coffee in hand. "Thought it was a dream, huh?" She asked him unsurprised.

He gaped at her and just nodded as no words would come. His sister really was here, she really was alive! He almost did a double take but stopped himself and sighed softly to calm himself down. He pushed her against the breakfast bar and chucked the charred bread in the bin, "I'll show you how to make edible toast, without burning the house down." She giggled quietly and looked directly into Damon's magnificent eyes, she could see herself reflected in them and moved her face even closer to Damon's to see the colour properly.

No, she thought, "You have my eyes," She said to him, completely hypnotized by how similar they were. Damon smiled and shook his head.

"No little sister, you have my eyes. After all I came first." He frowned, deep in thought and stepped away from her to lean on the bar. "Why didn't you return?"

Tori's face dropped like a cannonball, she searched the floor and wouldn't meet his eyes as she thought up the answer, "I- I was just scared that you wouldn't want me, I killed loads of people Damon." She said quietly, almost a scared whisper of a child hiding from a bully. Damon felt a chill run down his spine. His sister thought he didn't want her?

He pulled her chin up and crushed her to his hard, warm chest. "I…" He didn't know how to start, it was just so difficult. "When you left I died inside, Tori. I could never not want you," He said, finishing on a strong note to show her how pleased he was that she had returned.

"But the people-" She began, but Damon cut her off sharply and pushed her back slightly, but not too roughly.

"I have killed hundreds of people! That would never stop me from loving you. You are my sister," Tori had tears in her eyes as Damon spoke of her like she was the most important person in the world. Which she probably was since she was now alive.

She jumped into him, wrapping her legs around his waist, "I so sorry Damon!" She cried into his shoulder. Her body racked with each new wave of sobs and Damon rubbed her back comfortingly.

"You don't need to apologise to me," he said and placed her gently on the floor, drying her tears away with his thumb. She nodded and gave him a watery smile, he just smiled back. "Now go and get dressed. I want you to meet my friends!" He said cheerfully.

I look of confusion and shock crossed Tori's face, "Tori? What's wrong?" He asked, becoming gradually worried.

"You have friends?" She yelled and burst out laughing. Damon shook his head and flung the still laughing Tori over his shoulder to carry her to a bedroom with some of Elena's old clothes. He dropped her down on the bed and ran to the wardrobe. Damon never actually understood why they had a bunch of Elena's clothes here, but maybe it was a weird Stefan fetish…

He curled his lip and decided to see how much Tori was like him so he grabbed a pair of white trousers and a bright floral top with a pair of sandals and threw them at her. She looked up at him and growled, chucking them back at his face and making her way over to the wardrobe. Definitely my sister he thought as she grabbed a blood red t-shirt, black leather jacket and black jeans then searched the bottom for a pair of black shoes to match, converse low-tops preferably.

Damon left her to get changed and grabbed his own leather jacket from the back of a kitchen chair, slipping his phone into his pocket just as Tori came skipping down the stairs. He swung his car keys round his finger and squeezed Tori in a loving, brotherly way, "Let's go meet the gang!" he announced and shut the front door behind himself.

I know it's not very long but I didn't want you guys to wait any longer :P
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