A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first true fanfic that i am posting and really want to continue to update. I've had this idea for a while now and i want to share it. I can promise you this is not a perfect goody two shoes Mary Sue character. And while this is an original brothers/oc fanfic, she will not immediately fall in love with them and ignore everything they've done. I want to make her as real as possible. This will also contain some Elena bashing,I find her to be whiny and self-absorbed. However, since the main character is her sister it won't be completely just F you Elena. The story will start from the episode of the original ball but takes place a few weeks before, I will slightly follow the show until i want to move onto my own storyline and eventually the Originals storyline. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy! (I will switch between points of view)

Third Person

Mystic Falls. Reading the sign made everything seem a lot more real. It had been almost 2 years since she'd been home. This was where her siblings lived. Her friends. Where her parents' bodies rested deep within the ground. Where her aunt and uncle now rested beside them. Her heart clenched thinking of how she hadn't seen or spoken to her aunt Jenna in almost the same amount of time since she'd left. Jenna had been upset the morning two days after the funeral to find her gone from her room. But she'd just turned 18 and there was nothing legally Jenna could do to bring her home if she did not want to be there. And while at the time she had wanted it, leaving became Fallon Gilbert's biggest regret. She'd left her life here. Her little sister whom she had protected. Her little brother whom she had adored. And she'd left them to face their parents death, and the deaths that followed, alone. All because she had been a coward who could no longer face the ghost she'd been seeing everywhere she went in the small town. She had never felt pain like she had the night Sheriff Forbes showed up at their door with the news. Elena had survived. Her parents hadn't. She'd held Jeremy as he'd cried, tears of her own dropping into his hair. That was the moment she knew she needed to get out of town. Disappear and heal on her own. It was only a few weeks after she'd arrived in New York City that she recognized the loss was not just hers to shoulder. Then it was just pure selfishness that kept her away. She was 18, she wanted her own life. But now she was back.

Fallon slid her sunglasses further up her nose and took a deep breath. Outside her car windows the landmarks of her childhood passed by. The clock tower where she had had her first kiss with a boy who'd only been using her. The Grill where she had gotten her first job. The little old art studio run by Marge who'd let a young girl come inside and foster her love of painting. Her old highschool. All the memories rushed back. A smile pulled at her lips and tears entered her sparkling forest green eyes, the matching pair to her little brothers, and finally turned onto her old street. Picture perfect houses stood with lovely green lawns and white fences. While the town was small and sweet and she'd loved it, it had never felt like home. Fallon had always been the "outcast' for lack of better words. Since she turned fifteen, she started dyeing her hair crazy colors. She had finally settled on a soft pink for her long curly hair and had kept it that way for almost a year now. Most people in Mystic falls were all about tradition and perfection. It was why her sister, Elena had always been adored. She kept her chocolate hair straight and uncut, and her doe eyes wide. She'd been the picture of innocence, while Fallon was rebellious. She never did drugs or drank alcohol, but she was not on any teams or in any groups. She wore darker clothes, nothing flowy or delicate. High heels or tall boots and looked all around kept her makeup bold because she felt powerful that way. None of that had changed in the years she'd been gone. Fallon was not sweet or pretty. But she'd always been kind. It was the one true thing she'd always prided herself on. She cared about others with a fierceness that rivaled a burning fire. She was loyal to a fault to the handful of people she accepted into her heart. Family came first. However, she was wild and liked having fun and that sometimes overshadowed her trademark "good" attributes. It had taken Fallon a long time to accept all parts of herself. The quiet and reserved part that didn't trust easily. The loud and reckless part that went out to parties in a desperate attempt to cover the sadness of always being second to everyone else. She was full of contradictions but that was human nature. It was something she now kept in mind when she met new people. They are rarely what they seem at first glance.

Parking her black jeep outside her childhood home. Fallon took a step out. It was sunny and beautiful. Exactly as she remembered. It had been this sunny the day of her parents funeral. She'd hated it then, angry that the sun was shining while they had to bury her Mom and Dad. Now it was welcome on her face. It'd bring out more of her freckles and slightly darken her pale skin. Tying her hair into a ponytail at the top of her head, Fallon steeled her shoulders and walked up the path. Her heels clicked upon the cement and the sound echoed within her head. Reaching the door, she lifted a hand and knocked. Her breathing was unsteady and sweat was covering her palms. After a moment, the door opened. But it was not her brother or sister standing there.

"Who the hell are you?" His voice was harsh and distrustful. His piercing blue eyes were beautiful but that was not so obvious beneath the glare. His shirt and leather jacket were both black and he wore a nice pair of jeans. He was handsome. But he was also extremely rude and standing in her doorway.

"What do you mean 'Who the hell am I?' I should be asking who the hell you are since you're standing in my home, douche. My name is Fallon Gilbert and I'm looking for my siblings."

First Person: Fallon

Damon Freaking Salvatore was the rudest goddam person I have ever met. He was arrogant and a huge douche. But apparently he was close to my little sister so I'd have to let him live. For now.

After the whole shocking reveal, at least for Damon who had no idea I existed, a conversation I would have to have with my sister later, he'd let me inside with a warning glance. I'd stepped through the threshold and was immediately met with my sister who didn't seem to know how to feel. Angry was what she had set on.

"What the hell are you doing here, Fallon? Why are you back?" I understood where the anger came from. Deep inside it was hurt that I'd disappeared on them when she needed me. I deserved her anger. Didn't mean I liked it.

"I heard about Jenna. I know it's late but I left you and Jeremy to grieve alone once, but I'll be damned if I do it again." I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible despite my own grief which sat heavy in my chest. But the words were honest and I saw something soften in Elena's eyes. She still looked angry but not so much, 'one wrong word and I'm throwing you out' angry. "I missed you little sister." Apparently those were the words that broke some type of damn within both of us because we found ourselves within each other's arms in the next second. Elena was crying and I found I wasn't far behind.

Finally, I was home.