I know some of you are more likely wondering which season is this story taking place on. The answer is late season 2. We finish season 2. Then, have a nice little hiatus of 2 weeks and then start with season 3. Is that good enough for you?

Annabella's P.O.V.

I turned the car off and ran a hand through my hair as I looked towards Mellie . Taking a deep breath I exited the car and climbed onto the back seat gingerly and kissed her forehead. She squirmed a bit, but didn't wake up. I tickled her and she woke up laughing but yawning.

''Mommy I sleepy'' she mumbled.

''We are here sweetie'' I unbuckled her seatbelt and tiredly she went near the corner of the backseat of the car and jumped onto my arms.

Elena's P.O.V.

Damon, Stefan and I walked towards the door of the house and when I opened it I saw something I never thought I'd see. Anna was there, but with a toddler in her arms. She had a daughter. My sister had a daughter and didn't bother on telling me. What freaking sisterly bond is that?!

After I took a few deep breaths I took in her daughter's looks. She had pale skin and dark brown, almost black eyes with rings of electric blue and sea green in them, near the pupil. Her hair was straight, and black with light brown highlights, like my sister's.

Then, it hit me. She did told us about her, I think she had called her Melinda or something like that.

Damon's P.O.V.

When Elena opened the door I expected to see a look-alike of her, not an angel. The girl in front of me had the looks of a model. She had elegant dark brown curls with natural light brown highlights, her curls fell a few inches beneath her shoulders. Her eyes were abnormal something that made them amazingly beautiful; the main color of them was sea green, but they had a ring of electric blue around the pupil. Her body was however another thing. Even if the blouse she was wearing was loose I could still see curves any model would be dying to have.

Without being aware of my actions I let out a lustful sigh. Stefan looked at me and clapped his hands in front of my face bringing me out of my trance. I mutter a 'sorry' before I continue staring at her.

Annabella's P.O.V.

After I presented Elena to Mellie and put her to sleep upstairs in my old room I walked downstairs with a new change of clothes. Something more comfortable for being home. After checking my voicemail I saw I had a new message from K and deleted it, he could 'chat' with me later.

I sat on an a armchair and Damon on the other one. Elena and Stefan shared the couch.

''What do you want to talk about?'' I asked throwing my legs over the table and Damon followed my example

''I don't know'' Elena said sarcastically. ''Maybe why you left without a goodbye after mom and dad's funeral. Why you didn't return after your graduation you were sixteen.'' I graduated at sixteen because I was blessed by Athena and the school I got an scholarship to graduated at 16, lucky me, right?!

''We were all worried sick! You didn't call, call, hell you didn't even send a letter'' Elena said angrily.

I had already practiced what I was going to say, I just had to make it seem realistic. ''I had to help my family on my dad's side of the family. By the time I was 18 everything was done. I didn't come back then because I had to make a life of my own.''

''Okay. Still, why didn't you all? I mean we thought you were dead. Annabella. Dead! That's how far we went.'' Elena said angrily. I sighed heavily.

''Well, sorry for trying to start a life of my own''I said sarcastically. Then, I smirked.

''Look, Elena. My whole life I've been the big sister and you the little one. You depending one me and that's how it still is. That has to change. Don't you think? I mean, you are 17, almost 18. I think we are both grown up, okay?'' I said bitterly.

''What? I have never been dependent on you. The closest thing to being dependent to you was to have aske for your help in a school project when I was 10. Okay? I was ten.'' Elena said defensively on her part.

The next thing I knew, it was already dark and Damon and Stefan had already left.

I was only laying on my old bed trying to think when my neglected memories took control of my dream.

"Stop chasing me" my 15-year old self giggled as I ran away from the blonde man who was chasing me down the beach.

I slowed down little by little letting him catch me and lift me up bridal style.

"Now, now, now you've been bad and what do bad girls deserve?"

I smirked as I unbuttoned his shirt, "to be punished"

He hungrily kissed my neck. "That's right" he murmured into my ear as his hands lowered the zipper of my dress.