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Whoop, two chapters in one day! Enjoy chapter four! I edited it during lunch.

The Story of Lilith Pierce
Chapter Four: The Doppelganger Finds Out

Previously:

"Elena is a doppelganger." At least he's a good enough father to fill me in.

"She's a who-what now?"

"A doppelganger is someone who looks exactly like someone else."

"When can I meet her?"

Lilith's Point Of View

My father stared at me blankly. "What?" I asked.

"You want to meet the person who looks exactly like your mother? Shouldn't you change it up? Just a bit? We could always meet her brother first if you want... though he's not technically her brother. They're cousins... but he still doesn't know that so... I'll stop talking now." Wow, Uncle Stefan, just wow.

"Nah, I'll just meet Elena first. I can always meet her brother – who's not her brother – later. Who is her brother anyway?"

"Jeremy Gilbert." Dad said. "He's the one I killed once, remember?" I held back a shudder. Should I ask about Anna?

"Elena would kill you if you brought that up though, just a warning." Yup, I was right, Uncle Stefan is overprotective.

"So?" I asked. "I'm half-vampire, I'll be fine."

"Only half?" Not only was Uncle Stefan overprotective, but he was confused too. Great.

"Well, two vampires can't procreate." I stated. "Dad was human when mom was…" I trailed off. They got the gist of things alright.

"Well then." Dad looked like he didn't want to go over there all that much. "We should probably get going if you want to meet her. It's-" he looked at his watch. "10 o' clock. Never mind. You can always go meet her and Jeremy tomorrow. Let's get you settled in."

"Is she staying here?"

"Only for the weekend." I muttered. "Unfortunately. Mom - Katherine - doesn't let me have much fun. But "Oh Ziela, whatever can I do for my favorite daughter in the whole wide world." Gag."

"Who's Ziela?" We should probably fill Stefan in a little bit.

"My sister." I paused. "My twin sister. My twin that looks nothing like me whatsoever."

"Twins?"

"Please," dad started. "Keep in mind that I didn't even meet them until today."

"Stefan! Damon!" A girl's voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw mom running towards us. Only it wasn't mom. I could hear her heartbeat.

"Wow," I said under my breath. "You weren't kidding when you said she looked exactly like mom."

"Do I look like a person who goes around kidding with people?" It was a rhetorical question but I answered anyway.

"Yes."

Dad smirked just as I did and it clicked for me. That's why he looked so familiar. I could see myself in him. My smirk turned to a smile and Elena ran up.

"Who's this?"

"Um..." Dad looked like he wanted to dodge some more questions.

"Don't dodge the question this time!" I said, annoyed. "Just tell her who I am."

"She's Lilith Dessdamona Pi-"

"Salvatore."

"Salvatore-Pierce." He took a breath. "She's my daughter... that I just found out about today." Dad added the last part under his breath.

"Your daughter? Your daughter? Ha. Stop kidding around Damon."

"Do I look like a person who goes around kidding with people?" Once again, it was a rhetorical question, but once again, I answered anyway.

"Yes!" All three of them were silent, so I continued. "And I'm a twin. Apparently Ziela saw Jeremy at the Grill today and he's - quote - "the cutest guy" - apparently like in the history of time? I really don't know, I kinda tuned her out after I heard "Gilbert". I guess it's a vamp thing."

"A vamp thing to what? Tune out?"

"Hate Gilberts."

"Oh."

My eyes widened slightly. "No offense or anything! I was physically two when they slayed all the vampires in mystic falls. It's just a grudge I hold I guess. I'm really sorry if I offen-"

Dad cut me off. "So, before she goes ranting her life story, which we could all hear later if we have time, we should get her moved into the spare room."

"Which one?" Uncle Stefan asked, taking my bag.

"Black or pink?" Dad asked me. Then as an afterthought: "Why do we have a spare room painted pink anyway?"

"Black!" I hated pink. "I hate pink. Ziela's room is pink and I'd never step foot in there, even if my life depended on it."

"To the black one Stefan!"

"Thank you Uncle Stefan!"

"I'll see you guys tomorrow then?" Elena asked.

"Uh," dad hesitated, confirming my suspicions from earlier. "Sure?" It was more of a question than it should be.

"Yes." I said for him. "And I want to meet what Ziela thinks is cute."

"Good night, Elena."

"Good night, Damon."

Elena left and I spoke as soon as she was out of earshot. "You like her don't you?" I didn't even give him the chance to answer. "Of course you do, I always know who likes who. And I'm always right."

"Give me one other example? And prove it!"

"Mom says she never loved you, but I can tell she's lying because she won't look at me, and she doesn't tell Ziela that. She would never lie to her perfect Ziela."

He froze. "Can we not talk about your mom?" Dad looked almost angry. "I don't need a recap of how she felt. Okay?"

"Okay." I muttered. "Sorry. We can change the subject now." He was silent. "So, how big is my room?"

"Very big. And right next to mine. Uncle Stefan is down the hall."

I started spouting off more questions. "Can I stay every weekend? What would you say if Ziela wanted to stay with you? Is the pink room bigger?"

"We'll ask your mother, you could live here if you want, just follow my rules that I'll set in place at a later date. I'd say "Hell no" and no, the pink room is not bigger than the black room."

I started another round of questions. "What are the rules? Can I have friends over if I want? Can I go to school? Why does there have to be rules?"

"Rule number one: no more questions." I nodded. "Rule number two: Yes you can have friends over -but no parties without permission from me, Stefan and your mother." I sighed but nodded again. "Rule number three: Have fun." I smiled. "Rule number four: If you go to school, you can't fail any classes or I'll kick you out." I widened my eyes and nodded, I would not want to be kicked out. "Rule number five: Follow the rules, they are there because I say so." He smirked. "Any questions."

"You said that rule number one was 'no more questions'." I stated.

"Thanking you for following rules number one and five." We got to the house and he opened the door. It was nice -not as nice as mom's place, but still, it was up there. "Follow me and we can get you settled in." We got halfway up the stairs when he stopped. "Rule number six: Bed at eleven except on school nights. On school nights it's nine." It took all my will power to not ask why he was adding more rules.

We got the rest of the way up the stairs and went down the hallway. Dad opened the door on the end and showed me inside. It was bigger than my room at mom's -which I was grateful for, my room at mom's was tiny because Ziela got first pick. The bed was queen size and had blood red sheets with a jet black blanket. "Sweet!" I squealed. "This is awesome!" I jumped up onto the bed. But before I could start jumping:

"Rule number seven:" I groaned. "No jumping on the bed." He paused and smirked. "Unless you take your shoes off first."

"Whoo!" I took off my sneakers and jumped up and down.

I got down after about five minutes and finally took a real look around the room. Three walls were blood red and the fourth was the same black as the blanket. The ceiling was silver and the carpet was the same. "Rule number eight:" I rolled my eyes. "No spilling on the nice carpet. Rule number nine: no more rules."

The closet doors were painted black (it was on one of the red walls) and all my stuff was in there. The clock by my bed said 10:45 and I turned to my dad. "Good night!" I jumped into bed and was asleep before I even hit the pillow.

A/N

It's a lot longer than any of my other chapters, but that's because I worked on it all study hall (which I have three times a week, so expect updates.). I can also work on it if I have free time in marketing (so three days a week, the same three days but still). I'll have another chapter up by friday to make up for the two months I didn't update.

Peace In!