Alex's P.O.V

I woke up and changed my clothing, then walked out of my room to see Damon walking out of his, and smile. "Morning Bro." Damon looked over at me. He walked towards me, and I walked up to him.

"Good Morning sister dear," Damon said and held his arm out to me.

We linked arms and went down the stairs, though we stopped walking when we were halfway down. There were two dead girls at the foot of the stairs in front of us. Damon looked at me as we walked down to them, then step over their bodies and enter the living room. Stefan was there with a few living girls as music played in the background. They were playing Twister, and their blood was dripping on the plastic matting and the floor.

"Uh-oh. Alexa, left hand, please." Stefan said, and Alexa gives him her hand like an obedient puppy. I stood there and stared at the scene in front of me. It's not like I'm shocked or anything, it's just I thought it'd be worse.

"Hey, the two brunettes on the staircase owe us a Persian rug," Damon said, and I nodded.

"Plus if you are going to make a mess, little brother, clean it up," I said and unlinked my arm with Damon, though I stayed by his side.

"You mean, they owe us a Persian rug? It's my house, too." He picked up the Twister dial and held it out towards us. "Ooh! Would you like a spin?" Stefan asked.

"So this is what Klaus had in mind when he compelled you to protect Elena and your sister?" Damon asked him as he walked towards Stefan with a smirk.

"These ladies are helping me be all that I can be," Stefan said while holding his arms open. I walked up to him and cross my arms over my chest as Damon looks down.

"Please! This is you begin your careless self, and as usual, that leaves Damon and me cleaning up your mess," I said, and someone knocked on the door. I turned around and stared at the door for a bit. I heard the knocks again and sighed before going to open the front door. "And who's this? Another one of your little friends?" I asked Stefan as I swung the door open, ready to tell whoever it was to leave, but I was greeted by a blonde headed Original instead. "Rebekah." I groaned, and she pushed past me with shopping bags in her hands. "Hi to you too." And with that, I closed the door behind her. I walked around Rebekah, so I was standing next to Damon again.

"Who the hell are you?" Damon asked, and I scratched the back of my head.

"He left me here. My brother actually left me here." Rebekah said as she looked at me.

"Yeah, and what makes you think I care?" I asked her.

"You're Klaus's sister?" Damon asked, and I nodded.

"Rebekah. Pleasure, I'm sure." She says before looking back at me. "Which one's my room?"

"You're not staying here," I said, and she looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"You kick your dear friend out?"

"Yes, because one, we are not friends and two, I do not need a barbie Klaus running around my house," I answered her. She looked at Stefan and Damon, and neither of them said anything, though I knew they agreed with me.

"Rude. All of you. I'll see to it myself." Rebekah said and went toward the stairs. I turned to Stefan and Damon.

"So I guess she's staying here," Stefan said, and I rolled my eyes. I followed Rebekah and saw her walk into my room.

"This room's perfect," Rebekah said, and I leaned against the doorframe.

"I know that's why it's mine." I laughed. She turned to me with her eyebrows raised again and placed the bags on my bed.

"It's not yours." She said, and I slowly walked up to her.

"Yes, it is," I said. "This room has been mine since the boarding house was built. My clothes are in the closet, and my makeup is in the draws of the bathroom."

"I could just compel you to give me the room," Rebekah said with a smirk.

"Well, good luck with that considering Hybrids can't be compelled and if you try, I might just have to bite you," I stated, and her smirk dropped. I walked over to her bags, picked them up, and started to step out of my room.

"Where are you going?" She asked me as she followed close behind.

"To the farthest room away from mine." I dropped the bags in front of the bedroom door. "Here you go, and I hope you enjoy your stay," I said sarcastically. She crossed her arms over her chest while looking at the closed door. I started walking away as she tried to open the door.

"It's locked!" Rebekah yelled at me, and I turned around as I started to walk backward.

"Then find another way in," I told her and turned back around before speeding to my room. I closed my bedroom door and locked it just in case Rebekah came by. I walked over to my desk and pulled out a draw, which only had a journal inside of it. I opened it up and flipped it open to the last time I wrote in it. Mother's funeral.

Dear Diary,

My world is falling apart. The sun still chooses to shine, but my world is filled with grays and blues. Melancholy has taken me, and I have confined myself to bed. The warm scents of family and warmth gave to me through years of slumber parties and white forts fault to give me comfort now. Dull and lifeless is how I feel.

My mother, the bringer of life and joy of this house is gone. The safety I once held is now gone. Mother is gone, and I fear that my father's actions towards me will only become worse as there is no more consistency towards his actions. Knowing my brothers are not enough to deter him.

Damon tries to protect me though I do not wish him to be harmed because of me. Stefan is already falling into a dark place with no warm light to guide him, Father telling Stefan not to cry and my little brother agreeing to his terms, it breaks my heart to hear such words. Stefan is but a decade into this life, and he'll most likely break under the weight of this promise. But on my life, I shall protect him from our father's wrath and anything that wishes him harm. It's what mother would have wanted.

With love,

Alexandria 1855

I closed my eyes and my diary. I opened them, and I looked at my phone, not wanting to remember that day. My phone lit up with a message from Caroline. 'Wanna meet at the Grill in 5 mins?' it read. Recalling what I told her yesterday over the phone, I responded with a ' yes ' before going to get my bag. I placed my phone inside, grabbed my sunglasses on the nightstand next to my bed, then headed for the door, but I stopped in my tracks. I turned around and stared at the journal that laid on my bed. I then walked back over and grabbed it, before stuffing it in my bag and speeding to my car.

~At the Grill~

I walked through the door and was immediately greeted by Jeremy. He smiled once he saw me and I smiled back. I liked Jeremy, he was a good kid. Better than Elena without question. I wouldn't call us close friends though. "Oh, hey Alex." He said as he walked up to me. "Do you want a table?"

"No, actually I'm meant to be meeting with Caroline. Is she here yet?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"No, I haven't seen her come in yet," Jeremy answered as he looked at all the tables behind him, in case he was wrong. He looked back at me and flashed me another small smile. "Why don't I get you a table? So that when she comes in, she can find you."

"That would be great," I said as I nodded at him. He leads me to a booth and placed a menu in front of me, then one across from me.

"Bourbon?" He asked and I nodded. Jeremy then walked away to get the drink as I looked over the menu. It's been so long since I've had normal food. And I know I don't have to get anything, but the fries did look good. Someone sat across from me and I looked up to see Stefan then looked back down at my menu. Wait! I looked back up again to see him staring at me.

"Hello, sister," Stefan said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why are you here?" I asked him.

"Klaus told me to protect you."

"And I'm pretty sure I told you I could protect myself," I said to him as I looked back down at my menu.

"Yes, but Klaus called me this morning asking how you were." Stefan hummed.

"And I care why?" I asked him.

"You're being a bitch today." He said and I glared at him. Jeremy came back with a glass of bourbon and gave Stefan a look. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at whoever he saw behind him. My eyes never left Stefan until Jeremy spoke up.

"Hey, Caroline." He said and I turned to the right as Caroline smiled at Jeremy. He then walked away leaving Caroline, Stefan, and I alone.

"What are you doing here Stefan?" Caroline asked.

"Leaving," I said bluntly and he lifted his arms as if he felt offended.

"Awe come on," He said and Caroline and I looked at each other before looking back at him. All three of us stared at each other in silence before Stefan surrendered. "Ok fine," He picked up my drink. "I'll leave." He drank all my bourbon. "I have to go check on Elena anyways." Stefan placed the glass down in front of me as he stood up then walked away. My eyes followed him until he walked out the door as Caroline sat down across from me. I looked at her with a sigh.

"Mind explaining what happened with Klaus and Stefan?" Caroline asked.

"Where do I start?" I asked her as I closed my menu.

"How about Chicago?" She asked.

"Well, according to Klaus, he and I dated in the 1920s," I said as I brought my glass to my lips, before looking down to see it was empty. And this is why I needed the bourbon.

"Wait, you were Klaus's girlfriend?" She asked and I nodded.

"Apparently," I said and then continued with the story. "Then he compelled me to forget because someone was chasing him, and I'm assuming it was that Mikael guy Damon and Katherine found. Klaus seemed scared when Damon mentioned him. Flash forward to now, he compelled Stefan to turn off his humanity then left me with a broken family thinking I would be happy and grateful."

"Why would he have Stefan's humanity off?" She asked me. "I mean he didn't even know Stefan as the Ripper."

"Well, technically neither do you," I said and she glared at me. "Also he did know the Ripper. It's the version of Stefan he met in the '20s before he met me."

"So both you and Stefan were in Chicago in the '20s?" I nodded. "And now Klaus turned Stefan back into the version he met in the '20s and is also trying to get you to fall in love with him again. Why?" I shrugged at her question.

"It was rumored that the ripper got lonely and sought comfort in Chicago. Then I went there because I lost a bet with Damon." I explained. "Loser had to check up on Stefan." A waitress walked up to us and smiled.

"Hi, do you know what you want to order?" She asked me and I smiled at her.

"Just another glass of bourbon please, my brother drank the first one they brought me," I said and she nodded before walking off.

"And what about Klaus?" Caroline asked and I decided to change the subject.

"How's Tyler doing?" I asked her.

"Alex, don't change the subject. What about Klaus and you?" She asked me and I sighed.

"What about him and me? He compelled Stefan to follow his every order, which includes turning off his humanity, burning down half the school, and begin Elena and I's babysitter." I explained. "There is no Klaus and I. So how's Tyler adjusting to begin one of the only hybrids in the world?"

"He's fine." The waitress brought me my drink and I smiled at her before she walked away again. "I taught him what I know from being a vampire," Caroline said. "Though Rebekah seems to be getting close to him, not to mention he speaks of Klaus as if he's the creator of life."

"Creator of life? Please," I scoffed, "Klaus isn't a king or an alpha...No matter how bad he wants it." I said to her.

"And you to be his queen." She said and I rolled my eyes.

"That man has an unhealthy obsession with me," I told her as I drank some of my drink.

"So are you going to the founder's party tonight?" Caroline asked me.

"I don't want to go, but I'll probably be dragged there if it's part of some ridiculous plan to get Stefan's emotions back on," I explained to her.

"Why don't you like these events?" She asked me. "You hated Miss Mystic and the founder's party before that. Then there was founder's day, though that sucked for everyone."

"One, that founder party with all the old relics brought back bad memories from my childhood. Two, I hate debutante balls and that's exactly what Miss Mystic Falls is. Then the founder's council and vampires don't get along."

"But my mom and the mayor -"

"Are allies I know," I said to her. "But the rest of the council are just Mystic Falls beliefs from 1864 dressed up in modern-day clothing." Caroline was silent. She knew I was right and I sighed. "Look, my dad was apart of the council and he accepted my brothers to be apart of it too one day while he married me off to another potential member. Then we became vampires and he killed us. When I look at the council, I see my dad's belief and I hate it. I hate him, I hate what he stood for, what he turned me into..."

"But Katherine turned you."

"Yeah, but that's not what I meant," I said to her. "He broke me, Care. He raised me so that when he did kill me, I wasn't even shocked. And I know it was the deep south, and that happened a lot, but shouldn't a person on a personal level still be at least surprised that they're own father could do such a thing to them." Caroline took my hand in hers.

"You're not broken," Caroline said and I looked at her. "Because you have a family and friends who will fight for you." I looked down and sighed as I leaned back into the booth, pulling my hands from hers.

"Look, Caroline, there's a difference between loneliness and being broken," I told her and then rubbed the back of my neck, before grabbing my bag. "I have to go," I said and got out of the booth.

"Alex." I heard Caroline say before I sped out of the Grill.

~In the Woods~

I walked towards the pillars of our old family mansion. I sat down and lean my back against one of them, then pulled out my journal again, taking a glance at the entry before it. I clicked the pen in my hand and starting writing.

Dear Diary,

I placed the pen down and closed my eyes. How am I supposed to write how I feel, when I don't even know what I'm feeling? I felt the presence of someone and I looked up to see a crow sitting on top of the pillar across from me.

"Hey, Damon," I said to him. I didn't even turn to look at him when he sat next to me. He saw my journal with nothing written in it.

"So, this is where you've been for the past hour." He said.

"Well, actually I was at the Grill with Caroline," I said and he chuckled softly.

"Do you want to tell me what's been going on with you recently?" Damon asked me and I shook my head.

"I can't," I said as I got more frustrated with my feelings. I gripped the sides of my book and Damon placed his hand on my left hand. He knew not to push me, that I would eventually talk about when I was ready.

"I'll be here when you're ready to talk," Damon said to me and I nodded.

"I know. You've always been there for me." I said. We sat there for a while in a nice comforting silence, before Damon broke the silence by looking around.

"Why here?" He asked.

"What?" I asked as I looked at him. He removed his hand and placed it next to him.

"Why come here? I thought this would bring back memories better left in the past." He said and I shrugged.

"I always come here when I need a quiet place to think," I explained. "Despite what happened, it's still the place where I was born, where I grew up," Damon looked at me. "And when I come here I like to remember what it was like before mom died."

"It wasn't necessarily better then, either," Damon said.

"I know. But you have to admit that mom's death took a toll on dad." I said and Damon chuckled a bit.

"Even now you still refuse to accept the fact that he was a monster." He stated.

"Please," I scoffed. "I except the fact that he was a monster. I still have the scars to prove it." He looked at me. "But I can't help remember what it was like before he found out I wasn't his daughter. I remember how he would sit on the back porch and drink his morning coffee while you and I ran around in the backyard." I looked down at my journal and lightly rubbed my thumb on the corner of the paper. "And if he felt that way once that means he wasn't a complete monster but was rather a broken man," I explained.

"And what about Klaus?" Damon asked and I looked at him confused. "Klaus is a monster, and if you can say that about dad, then what about him?"

"Klaus isn't a monster," I said to him. "Sure he's done horrible things, like killing Jenna, shutting off Stefan's emotions, and leaving Rebekah here for us to deal with." Damon laughed at that last point. "But we've done horrible things too." I paused as an uncomfortable silence developed. "And by the way, if you ever say Klaus is a monster, you're basically calling me one too."

"What do you mean?" Damon asked and before I could answer him, his phone buzzed from a text sent by Elena. He read it and looked at me. "Hey, do you still talk to Charles's bloodline?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"Yeah, why?" I asked him.

"We need a place to met and talk about how to capture Stefan. And the last place he would ever think about is one of your descendants' homes…"

"I'll go see if I can convince them," I said and stood up. Damon stood up with me and stopped me as I tried to leave.

"Are you sure? 'Cause if not we can find somewhere else." Damon said and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I check in on them once a decade anyway." I explained. "They know who I am."

~At Charles's Descendant's Home~

I walked to the front door. Thank god they never switched houses or I would have to be invited in. I knock and listened as some footsteps came towards the door. It opened and I smiled when I saw Victoria's face. She smiled and then moved aside to let me in.

"Alex, what are you doing here?" She asked and I turned around once I was in the living room.

"I came to ask for a favor," I said and she stayed silent waiting for me to continue. "As usual my family is fighting someone, and we need a place to make a secret plan without my little brother listening in."

"So you want to make this plan at my house?" She asked and I nodded.

"Yeah," I said. "If it's not ok with you then we'll find somewhere else."

"No, it's fine." She said. "I just need to know how many vampires are going to be in my house."

"The max is four if you count me," I said to her.

"Ok, I'll leave once you're all invited in." She said. "I want no part in this."

"Good because I don't want you in this either."