A/N: I just want to thank everyone who read the first version of this story. I made the decision to rewrite it and I have to say I feel a whole lot better about it now. So thank you for sticking around and being understanding.

A fair warning to new readers. This is a rated M story. Things heat up in later chapters as well as descriptions of blood and gore. This is also a story where the OC is paired with multiple people, at the same time. If your not into it, then don't read it. Thank you for understanding. Please enjoy. Post days will continue to be on Monday.

Chapter 1: Serena

I hated crowds, and high schools just so happened to be filled with halls and classrooms full of teenagers and their raging hormones and teenage drama. I hated it. But I knew how to keep up pretenses when it came to pretending to be as human as the rest of them who wondered up and down the halls and streets of Mystic Falls and, as much as I had dreaded the first day of school, I had pulled myself together and forced myself out the door.

I had no real choice in the matter when it came to pretending to be human. I mean, I was human, mostly. But in reality, my reality, I was different. My kind didn't have a name one could speak aloud. But we were old, almost as old as nature itself.

We were bound to the earth and served as its guides for the magic that ran through nature like veins in a body. We were a part of the balance, no, we were the balance. When we die, under certain circumstances, we are brought back to the living world. So in this lifetime, I was bound to the life of a normal human teenager. Which meant, dealing with a normal teenager lifestyle, one I wished I had no part in.

"Serena!" A voice pierced through the crowd's constant chatter as I made my way down the hall toward the schools exit. "There you are, I've been looking for you all day."

I couldn't help but smile at the blonde who had partaically hunted me down. Caroline Forbes was one of the few outside of my family, who I enjoyed the company of. Even though she was as human as they came and was a bit much at times, she meant well and she never held any sort of ill will toward me. Her energy was bright and I could stand to be around her for long periods of times, unlike others.

"Well, you found me. What's up?" Caroline stood beside me as she talked about the happenings of the day. Apparently there was a handsome new kid joining the population and he had the females of the school all in a frenzy. "What's his name?" I asked Caroline as we stepped out into the sunny Virgina day.

"Oh, it's Stefan. Stefan Slavator." Caroline kept on walking down the stairs as I took pause.

It couldn't be. That would be impossible.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I looked down at Caroline and shook my head at the blond haired girl.

"Uh, nothing. Hey, I'll talk to you later. I need to go do something." I waved goodbye to Caroline before making my way to the school parking lot.

My drive home was quiet as my mind decided to run itself in circles over the new kids name. Salvator wasn't a common name and neither was Stefan. But that didn't mean someone couldn't be out there who shared the same name as someone who should be long dead by now.

"I'm home." The front door creaked open as I entered the two story home I had grown up in during this lifetime.

"Welcome home." A voice called back from the kitchen. I walked back there and found Aunt Jenna working at the table. "How was school?"

I shrugged and answered that it was another normal dull day in High School. She laughed and continued her work as I reached into the fruit bowl on the counter and snatched myself an apple. Jenna had taken a lot on her shoulders after the death of her sister and brother-in-law.

My parents in this lifetime had been kind and genuinely cared for each of their children. Even me. While the Gilbert family was used to me being the odd one out and still cared for me when most people found my appearance offbeat. I was born with naturally pale white hair that fell in long gentle waves down my back and an olive colored complexion that contrasted against my pale colored locks. My wine colored eyes gave everyone the assumption that it was a rare form of albinism. But I knew better.

I had looked like this throughout all my lifetimes. While I had been born to the Gilberts and shared their blood, I wasn't one of them and one day, not even blood would be shared between us.

Elena Gilbert was the older twin by five minutes. Compared to me, she looked far more relatable to the Gilberts, but I knew better than that. She shared a face, and while she may not have been a reincarnation, she was something that dyfied normal standards.

I retreated to my room and reached into my bag to pull out my leather bound sketch book. You see, I didn't dream like a normal human would. My dreams consisted of the memories of my past lives. So as I got older my memories would piece themselves together. I found that sketching out the faces and places of my past helped me keep my memories organized. The older the memories, the more blurry and less put together they turned out to be. The one thing that seemed to have remained a constant in my lives was the name I had been given.

There was very little I could remember from my first life. Bits and pieces that I had yet to fully grasp. While I understood what I was and what my future would more than likely lead to, I was still very much left in the dark on other aspects.

What I knew was that this was my fourth life. My kind were never just reborn because. We were brought back for a reason and that reason was embedded in my first life.

"Hey, I'm meeting Bonnie at the Grill if you want to join us." Elena peeked into my room and I closed my sketch book before looking up at her.

"Um, yeah. I'll meet you there. I have a few things I need to do." My twin nodded her head and waved goodbye before heading out of the house.

I wasnt a fan of crowded places, but the Grill held my one weakness in this lifetime. French fries.

Mystic Grill was one of the only places in the small town of Mystic Falls that everyone seemed to gather at. I spotted the back of my sister's head and as I got closer to the table I noticed the stranger sitting beside her.

My feet found themselves frozen to the floor as I stared at him. It was him. It was really him. His eyes left my sisters and he glanced back at my frozen form. The second our eyes met we both knew.

"Serena, good, you made it!" Caroline left the table and snatched my arm before pulling me toward the table. "Tell your sister that the party at the falls is a tradition and she has to go."

It took all my willpower to keep my breathing normal and pull my eyes away from him. "I, uh, don't think I'm the right person to be convincing her, you know, considering I never go to those parties." I gave Elena a small smile in support as Careoline sighed dramatically.

"No, not this year. This year you're coming and that's final." I rolled my eyes at Carolines antics and allowed the rest of the conversation to flow without me budding in.

I hadn't noticed it right away because of the ever flowing energy that surrounded large crowds of humans, but the energy that swirled around Stefan Salvator was different. It was dark and full of craving. It sparked my curiosity and I found myself full of questions.

"I'll see you back at home. Okay." I waved goodbye to Elena and the rest of her friends before heading toward my car. But before pulling out my keys I felt a sudden shift in the air around me. Instead of getting into my car I walked past the white colored vehicle and into the dense trees that made up the forest surrounding Mystic Falls.

"How?" Was the first words I heard as I turned around and faced my follower. The moon was full as it cast it's earthly glow upon us. "How are you alive?"

I smiled a sad smile at him and I could feel my chest tighten. "I was brought back. I'm now Serena Gilbert in this lifetime." He looked just as I had remembered him in my memories. "It's good to see you big brother."

He was in front of me before I could even blink and as his arms wrapped around me I felt my entire body go slack as tears gathered in my eyes. "I missed you Stefan." I mumbled out.

We took a step back from each other and I wiped at my eyes before looking up at the Slavator. "So, why don't you explain to me how you're even alive?" I gave Stefan a small smile. "And then I'll tell you my story."

"I'm a vampire."

My eyes went wide and I felt my jaw slacken. It wasn't hard to believe his bold statement. I just hadn't been expecting it

"Do you remember Katherine." I felt a shiver go down my spine at the mention of her name, but nodded my head. "She was a vampire, the night we found you." He paused before swallowing and I understood what he meant by 'found you'. "She had changed us."

"Us?" I tilted my head and Stefan nodded and my eyes grew wide. "You mean, he's alive? Is he here? Can I see him?" His face made me pause in my questions as he frowned and glanced away for a moment. "Stefan, what is it?"

"Serena, you need to understand. We aren't the same as we once were 145 years ago." He started. "Damon, and myself, were not human."

I felt the energy in the air around Stefan wilt as he spoke of no longer being human. "I understand, but you're still my brothers, even if we no longer share blood." I took a step closer to him and placed my hand on his cheek. "I'm not nearly as human as I look, big brother, and I hope you understand that."

We walked out of the tree line and made our way back to the main street. Stefan walked me to my car and together we stood beside the white color vehicle.

"I can't believe you're really here." Stefan commented as the two of us stood in the yellow light of street lamps. "You look exactly the same."

"Yeah, it seems that I still have unfinished business in this world, but hopefully in this lifetime I'll make it past eighteen." I jested and shook my head before fishing out my keys from my bag. "I'll see you around big brother." I paused before getting into my car. "Oh, um, also, Elena doesn't know about this. Any of it. I just want her to live as normal of a life as she could."

"I understand."

I smiled at Stefan before getting into my car and driving away. My chest felt lighter then it had in months and found myself smiling as I pulled up to the Gilbert residence. It was a nice feeling to have a bit of the past follow me into the present. I had missed my brother and although my life as a Slavator had been cut short, my bond with my brothers had followed me into this new life.

The day of the party at the falls I had escaped my home unnoticed and hiked my way through the woods behind the house.

It was here among the trees that I felt the most at peace with myself. Nature was a part of me, It flowed through me and grounded me to the earth. That meant the magic that ran through the earth, ran through me. I was pure magic in it's basic and most powerful form, I just didn't quite know how to utilize that aspect of myself, yet.

The trees parted and I found myself looking upon a familiar sight.

Located deep in the woods surrounding Mystic Falls was a place only I ever knew of. In a small clearing surrounded by trees laid an ancient oak. It's trunk twisted up toward the sky as it's limbs spread out wide over the small clearing, casting the surrounding space in it's shadow.

With fall now in Virginia, the tree's leaves were turning yellow and as a breeze swept past those leaves would flutter to the ground.

This was my sanctuary. My tree was my place to really let go of my humanity and bask in nature in its purest form as it's magic swirled around me.

It was this tree that was always the first thing I remembered when brought into a new life. This tree was home. It was a constant in each of my lives as I was brought back to the area time and time again. It was as if the oak was a beacon made just for me. It hummed with magic as I stood before it and basked in it's familiar energy.

I sat at the base of my trees trunk and pulled out my sketch book and began moving my pencil over the blank page. Most of the pages in the book were filled with blank faces I had yet to fully see from my first life. There wasn't much of my second life considering it had been cut short in a traumatic way. But since my third life as a Slavator had been closest to my current life, there were the familiar faces of my once brothers littering the pages.

The quiet was my only companion as I spent my time focused on my drawings. The leaves rustled as the wind gently breezed by. It was pure peace.

"Serena, wake up, love."

I don't remember falling asleep, but as I woke up I took notice that the sun was no longer shining down through my tree branches. The waning moon now shined down and bleached the earth with her eerie white light.

The voice that sometimes haunted my memories echoed in my thoughts as I gathered up my bag and stood up from the ground. It was one of the few voices from my memories of my first life that caused a stir of emotions to swirl in my chest. Whoever he was, he meant something important to me in the past.

As I made my way past trees and wandered closer to civilization, a sudden influx in the air around me made me pause. The energy had shifted from the quiet peacefulness, to a darker and more active energy.

"Who's there?" I called out as I glanced between the trees. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and the suden sound of a branch snapping caused me to jump. "You really don't want to do this." I flexed my hands and felt the wind around me shift as it's natural flow was distruped by the magic running through my being. My blood started to heat up as I turned on the spot.

"So, it's really you, isn't it?" As soon as my eyes landed on him my entire body went lax as my breath escaped my lungs. He looked exactly as I had remembered him. His energy was far darker then Stefans, but that didn't matter to me. My big brother was alive.

"Damon." I had no choice when my eyes filled with tears at the sight of him. "You're really here."

"Yeah, I'm really here little sister."

I threw myself at the vampire and crushed myself to his chest. Damon and I had been close in my life as a Salvator. He was my best friend, my confidant, and my family. While I had been close to Stefan, it had been Damon who I had told all my secrets to.

"I never thought I would see you again." I mumbled out. Damons energy shifted and lightened as we held onto one another. When I released him and took a step back I really took him in. "You would dress in leather." I smirked at him and the vampire let out a laugh.

"You know I'd rock anything the decades decided to put me in, little sister."

It was satisfying seeing Damon smile as the two of us really took in the fact that we were once again reunited. "You're really here." I muttered and Damons smile turned into a small smirk. "I have no doubt that you're no longer the brother I once knew, but I can't seem to find it within myself to care too much about that."

"Well then, we'll find ourselves becoming just as close as we once were with that attitude." Now it was my turn to smirk at Damon and a small laugh escaped my lips. Yes, as much as he's changed, we were no doubt bound to reconnect.

"Good. I hope you don't expect me to be the same helpless girl I was in 1864." I smirked and Damons face split into a grin.

He took one of my hands into his and squeezed the appendage. "No little sister, I don't expect anything to be the same after 145 years." I nodded my head in understanding. We were both different people now, but one thing would stay the same, our loyalty to each other.

Once home and in the warmth of my bed my mind embraced the darkness of sleep as the feeling of lightness in my chest made a smile grace my lips. Finally I was given something from my past back to me. In each life I had created bonds with those I found worthy of who I was. Damon had been one of them and now I had that bond back. Even just from our short encounter in the trees of the woods I could already feel the bond reforming between the two of us.

Maybe things would be different and hopefully the ache that made its home within my chest would lessen now that a bond was reforming. Granted, it would never go away, not completely. The more I remember my first life, the more I would understand the bonds I had formed during that time and how deep they once ran.

So while I would never regain those bonds and never see those people again, I would continue moving forward and grow into my full potential.

Because the day was getting closer. The day the human blood running through my veins was expelled from my body and I fully became one with the nature and magic that flowed around me, and on that day I would no longer be one of the humans.