Finally, this is the chapter I am sure all of you have been waiting for…the first chapter in present day. Present day is beginning with the first episode of season two. Vampires were burnt (once again) this time it included Anna and Mayor Richard Lockwood. It starts at Richard's funeral. Katherine is also back. This was a long A/N I also wanted to thank Dean's secret Love and arizonagirl181. Your reviews and messages have been very inspiring and I hope to hear more from you, thanks

Mystic Falls, Virginia

April 18th, 2010

Tyler's POV

I leaned on the pillar outside. Why were so many people here for a jerk like my dad? No one should be grieving. A black jeep pulled up on the cobble stone driveway quickly. They were obviously late. I smirked at who it was. My uncle Mason and my aunt Eliza hopped out of the black Jeep. Mason was wearing a white shirt and jacket and Eliza was wearing a white sundress that kind of looked quirky with her red hair. They looked…angelic?

I haven't seen Eliza in two years, but Mason I haven't seen since I was ten years old. Now they're both here for my father's funeral. Eliza hadn't seemed to age a day and she looked about the same age as me, but Mason seemed to look a bit older since the last time I saw him.

Eliza and Mason went to the same college in Georgia together and were my father's siblings. They owned a beach house in Miami and lived together as house mates, which must suck. Although she lives in Miami, Eliza's as pale as a ghost.

"So, the outcasts return." I state as they walk up the steps to the mansion.

"Tyler?" Mason said, "What happened to you? In my mind, you're ten years old."

"In mine, he's fifteen," Eliza added her Southern accent thick.

I grimaced, "it's a thing called age."

Eliza smiled, "come here," she embraced me in a hug, "it's good to see you again, Tyler."

I hugged her back and shivered under her cold body, "it's good to see you too." We let go and I gestured to the house, "come on inside."

My mom ran as fast as she could in her heels when she saw Elizabeth and Mason. Supposedly after mom met Eliza they became bff's or whatever. She hugged Eliza and Mason, "it's so good to see you both. Thank you for coming. How's Miami?"

Conversation I didn't want to hear, "I'm gonna go outside. Okay?"

Damon's POV

When I walked into the Lockwood mansion I stopped dead in my tracks. The smell of the ocean hit me like a thousand bricks. I haven't smelled that scent in over a hundred years. It couldn't be. It was impossible. Could it really be Elizabeth?

One side of me was curious while the other side wanted to run away and never come back. My curious side took over and I sniffed out the smell and found its source. It washer. And she was talking to Carol Lockwood with some other guy I've never seen before. Was he just one of her boy toys? One of her dogs that followed her everywhere she went? I wanted to tear her apart, but I also wanted to say sorry for the pain I put her in. Speaking of that pain, how did she even survive?

Her green eyes flickered to me and then she turned back to Carol. Elizabeth held a smile on her face flawlessly. I didn't want to make a scene so I just stayed where I was.

I pulled over Sherriff Forbes and pointed to them, "who are the people talking to Carol?" I asked.

Forbes looked to where I was pointing, "Oh, that's the Mayor's younger siblings, Eliza and Mason Lockwood."

I grimaced at her new nickname. So, the people of Mystic Falls knew her before I came in? How did that happen? Was she in the council? Were theyin the Founders Council? Because if she is I think I might lose it. If everyone knows Elizabeth well they're going to forget about my plans, "are they in the Council? Like John Gilbert when he rolled in?"

She shook her head, "they are nothing like John. For one, they aren't asses. Mason is not a believer. He said he doesn't want to be in the Council, probably too busy catching the perfect wave in Miami with Eliza. She on the other hand has been in the Council since her father first brought her."

I nodded and walked off, "nice seeing you."

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I barged into our house in anger. Elena was sitting on the couch dabbing Stefan's wound where Katherine stabbed him with a knife. I punched a hole in the wall in anger. Elena jumped and looked at me, "what's up with you?"

"Oh, you don't want to know!" I shouted. My face turned red, "guess who's also back in town and already has the whole Council wrapped around her little finger?"

Stefan stilled and his eyes looked into mine, "who?"

"Elizabeth!" I shouted.

Stefan jumped up, his face equally as red as mine, "what?! When did she come here?! How does the Council even know her?"

Elena got up from her spot on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest, "Who's Elizabeth?" she asked.

My eyes darted towards Stefan. Another secret he had kept from Elena. There was a pause before I looked back at Elena. "Our sister."

"You have a sister…" Elena looked at both of us in disbelief. She finally looked back at Stefan. "Another secret you've kept from me I see."

Stefan turned towards Elena and held her shoulders, "You don't understand. I haven't seen her in over a century. I thought she was…dead." His eyes darted towards me and I was stung by memory.

Elena shook her head. "What happened? Why are you so angry about this? I would be happy to see a family member I haven't seen in a long time…"

Stefan shook his head and put a hand on his forehead, "it's a long story you don't want to hear about. Where is she? I want to see her."

I laughed, "I sure don't!"

Stefan put his arm down and looked at me, "what happened to you two anyway? Last time I saw her she was with you and you two were taking New York City by storm, living the good life."

I clenched my fists. What happened to us?! So much happened to us and I thought she was dead by now for what I did to her, "let's just say you aren't the only one that was promised an eternity of misery. She hates me too."

Stefan furrowed his brows with a confused expression on his face. I just ignored him and walked out. I didn't want to deal with this right now.

Elizabeth's POV

I put my head down on the pillow and my eyes started to flutter closed. When I was in dream land, my mind came to that room, the black and red room. How did I end up here again? I haven't heard or seen George in two weeks. I wanted to believe he wasn't here, but I knew he always was. He was here for over a hundred years.

I turned around and saw him stand before me, all intact in his handsome glory. Many women who didn't know George would swoon over him if they ever had the chance to meet him. He was gorgeous in an unattainable way. His dark brown eyes had turned to a light blue. George told me it was just something that happened for being in my body for such a long time. He said if I were to keep him in my body for another fifty years his eyes may turn almost white, but not quite. His dark hair hung untidily in his face. George looked into my eyes and just by looking in his eyes I could tell how much he loved me. He towered over me, his lean muscles shown through his black modern day shirt. Overall, George Lockwood was hauntingly attractive.

George stepped closer to me and took a strand of my hair. Today my hair was wavy instead of my usual tight ringlets. George imagined me anyway he wanted to imagine me. For example, one day he imagined me with my hair in a bun while in the real world that day my hair was in a pony tail. The same went for what I was wearing. One day I'd be wearing a shirt and shorts while the next day he would imagine me wearing a dress. George put my hair up to his nose and breathed in deeply. I shuddered at the action.

"Eliza, why do you back away from me like that?" He stepped closer to me and his arms slithered around my body, his hands rested on the small of my back. I tried to get away, but he had a tight grip, "we've been together like this for over a hundred years and yet you still want to get away from me."

His breath was soft and calm in my ear, George leaned into me and kissed me adoringly on the neck. He started shoving memories into my mind. I tried to fight it off, but he was persistent. Finally, I gave in and let his images flow into me.

Elizabeth Salvatore was a very strange girl. She had grown up in a quite wealthy family with two brothers and her parents. She had a crush on Eli Jones like most girls her age did. She had done many adventurous things in her life and one of them was hanging out with George Lockwood. The outcast of Mystic Falls youth.

Soon they became best friends and grew to love each other. They married and had two kids: Stefan and Damon. Shortly after Elizabeth died George was blamed for murder and was tortured behind the cemetery and finally killed, but George wasn't really gone. He was there with Elizabeth. This was true. Although George had been stabbed with a silver knife and was buried at the bottom of the hill in the Mystic Falls cemetery with a tiny rock as a tombstone, George Lockwood had already become knotted with her soul. She was his backup and lifeline. She became the shell of George.

What an interesting night it was for Elizabeth though. On the night, she turned into a vampire she thought that would be the last time she ever saw George, but one night Elizabeth Salvatore felt the pain George was feeling and when she went to sleep she was thrown into a dream world he had created. Elizabeth, like any other person would be, was afraid and woke up in a cold sweat and screamed. She hoped that she wasn't going insane and that it was just a dream, a very, very realistic dream. After Damon came back she told him how George was there, but he just waved it and called it post trauma. She believed him too. Until George told her what happened.

But the dreams came back for about three months and they slowly started to become more vivid. And by the time fall rolled around George could talk to Elizabeth even when she was awake. Around the time, Stefan came to New York Elizabeth could see George stand right next to her and he could walk around just like any other person. She could even hear his steps. After another year, had passed George could touch her and kiss her.

After a while Elizabeth and George learned to live with each other. Sure, he was stuck in her mind and couldn't get out. Sure, he played mind tricks with her. But you see, if you're stuck in a situation like Elizabeth and George, the only solution is to adapt and live with it. Finally, Elizabeth and George made a pact with each other not to fool one another.

George helped her with making decisions and he usually gave his reasoning why, Elizabeth always took his advice since he was inconceivably sharp and quick. In return for his assistance Elizabeth would buy books and sit on the window seat staring off into the distance while George read to her, he would also occasionally ask her to flip the page whenever he needed.

Elizabeth began to trust George, for in the beginning she was afraid of him being a ghost, but he had to explain to her that it was just a stereotype. George was always caring, loving and gentle with Elizabeth. He protected her and soon she became a slave to him as he was to her. She thought they were bound together for eternity and that until she died George would never be free.

Until the night Damon sold her to the evil Robert O'King.

"No!" I screamed. I held my head in my hands and cried, "Just please stop, George!"

"It's for the better, Eliza," George argued. "You can never forget your past. You can never forget or forgive Damon for what he did to you."

"I don't want to remember that night," I cried. It was barely a whisper.

"You need to remember and face the facts!" I knew George cared for me and I knew he loved me, but why this?

He put his hands on my arms and tried to make me look at him, but I kept fighting, "let go of me, George! I'm so tired of being here. This place is a cage that …that…" I didn't know how to finish without hurting my loves feelings.

"That I'm keeping you in," he finished, "holding you hostage in your mind…" his voice was sad and it tore at my heart. I looked around the room he had created for me, for us. It was beautiful and changed colors. The walls were shelves filled with books and there were board games and cards that I would play with George sometimes and then there was a bed, just in case I really did get tired in my own mind. He stopped trying to make me understand and he pulled me into his chest. I sobbed on his shirt and trembled, "shh, I'm sorry for what I did. Please forgive me and sleep well my love." He bent down and picked me up in his big strong arms. George brought me to bed and laid me down gently. He stroked my hair and whispered a lullaby in my ear that was so beautiful.

I pulled myself closer into his chest. My eyes started to flutter closed and all I wanted to hear was George's voice. I started to forget everything of my past and now it was just me and him.

I started to drift off to sleep.

April 19th, 2010

Damon's POV

I sat on the couch at the Lockwood mansion talking to Carol about John Gilbert and his murder. As if I cared.

"So, I understand John Gilbert left town, have they found the vampire that attacked him?" she asked, worry lines starting to crease on her forehead. Yes, I did know the vampire that attacked him. I knew her quite well, but I'm not about to tell Carol Lockwood that.

"Well the sheriff has asked me to take the lead on that and I promise you I'll get to the bottom of it," I assured her.

"Which brings me to the next subject," she started, "since Richard is gone I will be taking the role of the mayor until elections. With me being busy with the town I have asked my sister in-law, Eliza, to be head of the council. She was next in line for the job and I have told her everything she needs to know. I want you to trust her, okay Damon?"

What?! I have been with the council for a year and Carol is telling me my sister is taking over! Wait, Carol and the other founders don't know she's my sister. Did she compel them all to think that she was Richard Lockwood's brother? Was she that good? Of course, I knew the answer to that. Yes, she's amazing at compelling.

"Of course!" I smiled.

Mason's POV

Tyler and I panted as we ran in from our run around the track while Liz hopped in jumping around on her pink jogging shoes. Her blue tank top and yellow short shorts shined off the wooden floors. She fixed her high red ponytail and put on strawberry lip gloss and smacked her lips. How did she always seem perfect and graceful? Oh right. She was a vampire.

"How many laps was that?" Tyler asked, "Six? Seven?"

I put my hands on my knees and hunched my back, "I ran seven."

Liz laughed, it sounded like a bubbling stream, "You two were crawling it!" She plopped in a piece of watermelon bubble gum in her mouth and blew a pink bubble. Her shiny lips glistened in the sun light.

"What?!" Tyler and I asked in unison, although both of us knew it was true.

"I think Grandma Lockwood actually passed you, in her walker," she laughed. I couldn't help, but laugh too. Liz had that kind of charisma.

Tyler nodded rapidly and rolled his eyes, "yeah, okay," he said sarcastically.

Liz walked from behind us and patted us on the back, "shoes off! It's not polite and they're all muddy." She said with authority. I nodded and sat down in a chair and took my shoes off so did Tyler and Liz.

Liz's face turned serious, "so Tyler, all this anger and aggression you're talking about, do you notice a difference when you exercise?" she asked. But it didn't sound like she was asking it, it sounded like someone told her to ask the question. Probably George, from what I heard about him he's quite convincing.

Tyler let out a short laugh, "Eliza, I play three varsity sports; I work out four times a week and run three. I'm going to say no."

Eliza and I caught Tyler in a rage of anger the other day after everyone left the house. I had to tackle him to the ground to get him to calm down and Liz interrogated him afterwards.

"Do you have episodes?" I asked, "What happens exactly?"

"Most of the time normal, I get angry typically over nothing. I'm an angry guy. I know it just amplifies and I go off," he said shrugging.

"Do you black out?" Liz asked. Again, it sounded like George was speaking through her.

"Yes, it's like I go blind with rage," Tyler and I took a towel from Liz and we wiped our faces and neck.

"Is there a pattern?" she asked, "Like once a month or something?" Liz had her brows furrowed and she looked genuinely worried.

"All I know is I lose myself, I become something that I'm usually not," Tyler said sadly.

Eliza nodded and then Carol came bursting through the study doors, "Eliza, I'd like you to meet someone," she said.

Eliza smiled with gleaming straight white teeth, "of course."

Damon's POV

Carol walked in with 'Eliza'. Elizabeth smiled at me. How could she do it? She must want to tear my head off for what I did to her. It was horrible. I hope she didn't tell Mason what I did to her. Then I would have a big bulking guy on my tail too. Elizabeth put her perfectly manicured and painted nails on her skinny hips and beamed, "Carol is this the Damon Salvatore I have heard so much about?"

I nodded, "so I'm guessing, you are Elizabeth. It's a pleasure to meet you," I tried looking equally as genuine.

"Likewise," she nodded, "my family calls me Liz and others call me Eliza. I don't like Elizabeth. It's too…old?" she shrugged.

I nodded, "well, Liz I hear you are head of the Founders Council. You must be so happy."

Elizabeth smiled from ear to ear. She played her part so well, and if Carol wasn't here I would given her a snide comment about being an actress. "I'm ecstatic! It's such an honor, too. I've been coming to these meetings since I was thirteen."

Wow, how good was she? She added details like that into everybody's compulsion too?

"Well, I'm glad you got the job. It seems like you will be very…serious," I said almost mockingly.

She took a swig of her water bottle and smiled, "you think so? Thanks Damon. It brings me great happiness to know that our town is protected from demons and such. It's horrible what happened to my brother Richard," she cried and a silver tear ran down her face on queue and Carol brought her a tissue. Elizabeth dabbed her eyes and whispered, "thank you." She headed to the door. "It was a delight meeting you. You seem to know what you are doing. I'm afraid I must excuse myself though." She opened the big oak doors and walked out.

Carol turned around and smiled, "she's such a sweet girl. What do you think of her, Damon?"

"She's…peachy," I said with a smile.

Elizabeth's POV

I walked into Richard's old study where I heard some rumbling and some banging and I find Mason searching for something. Ugh, going through his brother's stuff after he's dead. How rude could Mason get?

"What are you doin'?" I asked. My Southern accent rang out although I always tried to keep it in.

"Huh?" he looked up, "oh, nothing just killing time, waiting for you." He said starting to walk towards me.

How sweet. But seriously, for a Lockwood Mason is a horrible. I should be ashamed, we should be ashamed, Elizabeth.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Why are you speaking to me right now, George?

I put my hands on my hips, "are you looking for something, Mason?" I took a step closer.

Eliza, Eliza,George chuckled, don't you ever study? You're powerful right now and so am I. I can talk to you whenever I want to, but you can't see me and I can't touch you. You need to feed; you're starving me by the hour.

Mason nodded, "yes actually. By any chance do you know where I can find any old family artifact stuff? Heirlooms?"

George gave out a humphof disapproval towards his descendant. His voice echoed in my mind and it was almost as if he were whispering it into my ear.

"What did you drain your trust fund already?" I asked jokingly.

"I did that when I was twenty-two. No, I'm just looking for this old piece of moms. Dad gave it to her when they got married. It's a sentimental value. Probably passed down to Richard and it should still be in the house here somewhere," he put his hands on his hips lazily and looked around.

He's lying, I can tell from the look on his face,George hissed, don't trust him, Eliza.

I ignored George and shrugged to Mason. "What does it look like?"

"It's a moon stone," I stiffened at his answer, "it's about the size of a hockey puck. It's old, ugly, and has minimal monetary value."

Don't tell him, Eliza. You're smarter than that. He doesn't mean well with it and you almost died getting it. Do you want to hand it over to him?George's voice questioned.

No, I don't. Why would Mason want it anyway?I tried to stay calm, but I was radiating with anger and so was George. Mason didn't mean good with it.

"How dare you say that?" I shouted, "You're lying!"

Mason stepped back and put his hands up in surrender, "So you know where it is then?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course, I know where it is," I hissed, "I almost died receiving it." I knew exactly where it was. It was in my care and I've been holding it for over a hundred years, but I'm not about to tell him that, "that moonstone is very, very powerful and can kill you. It can kill every vampire and werewolf in the entire universe. Do you want that, Mason?"

He stood there silently, "I-I'm sorry."

He better be,George mumbled.

"Who'd you get it from?" he asked politely.

"They swore me to secrecy," I said. Why was he asking these many questions?

He nodded, "so, are you going to the carnival tonight? I heard it's gonna be a blast or whatever they call it these days."

I nodded, "yes, I'll go."

Mason nodded and raised an eyebrow, "something's bothering you. Isn't it? Besides the moonstone."

"Mason, I met my brother today. He's changed. I don't think he changed in a good way though…"

Mason stood up straighter and held a disgusted look on his face, "Where is he? I'm going to kill that piece of," he stopped himself, "For what he did to you, he deserves to die."

I shook my head, "thank you for your protectiveness. You're the only one I can trust right now."

Well that was a slap in the face,George murmured. I did feel bad, for George is with me every minute.

Mason nodded, "I still am sorry though. For the hell he put you through."

I looked to the dark wooden floors and tried not to think of it, "Don't mention it."

The next chapter will explain what happened with Damon and Elizabeth, I promise. Please review!