A:N/ Re-Updated after a lovely comment made me realise a major flaw! Thank you - Stachelbeere Going back to fix right now.

All chapters will be getting re-written and edited before being posted again. This is much better in my opinion, and I hope you think the same. All re-writes will be posted fairly quickly and then the new chapter will be posted shortly after that.

Also, I know it's going to come up, so I'm going to address it this once and that's it. Jessica and Caroline were born 10 months apart. Making them the same age. Yes, it's possible. My sister and I are born 10 months apart also. It fits my vision much better and I hope it makes more sense to you, the reader.

Enjoy!

'Hey mom, I'm on my way home. I can't wait to see you and Care. I've missed yous so much. See you soon. X'

A grin grew across my face as I hit send on my phone. I was finally returning home. I finally get to see my family again.

I sighed as I waited for my cab to pull up. My bags were all packed and waiting.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

I turned around and smiled. My friend, Roslyn smiled as she handed me my scarf.

"I'm so ready." I laughed.

"You know, you don't have to leave yet. You can still stay here, with me." Roslyn sighed.

I tied the scarf around my neck loosely before replying. "Roslyn, I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me." I walked closer to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. "But I have to go home. My dad might grow suspicious and call my mom and ask if I arrived back three weeks ago." I laughed. "I've missed a lot of school, by this rate, I don't even know if they'll let me back into the semester."

She nodded, "You're right. I'm just worried about you."

"I'll be fine. Promise."

The beeping from the street caught my ears, halting our conversation. I walked over to the window, peering outside to see my cab waiting.

I gripped the plane tickets tightly in my hand. It was all becoming so real, so fast. Taking a few deep breaths, I managed to get my racing heart under control.

"Call me, if you ever need anything."

"Promise."

I gripped my suitcase and threw my bag over my shoulder. Opening the door, I stood in the entrance for a brief moment. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind. 'Was I doing the right thing?' 'Will people accept me for who I am… for who I've become?'. Roslyn had helped me so much these past three weeks. More than she'll know.

"I'll message you when I land?" I whispered. Nerves were taking over once again.

"You better!" She laughed.

The journey on the plane was fast, too fast for my liking. I still wasn't sure if what I was doing was the right thing, for myself or my family, but the only way to find out was to go home. I'll just have to see what happens. The plane came to a halt at my destination; the nerves were flowing once more.

"Come on, Jessica. Get your shit together!"

I tried to give myself a pep talk to get my ass off this plane. Surprisingly, it worked. I was now walking through the airport, steadily taking each step as I could smell the fresh air coming through the doors. I approached the large glass doors as the automatically opened. It was just like I remembered, nothing had changed, and everything looked the exact same. The air smelled the same, although, it smelled a lot stronger.

"Hey, where you off to, miss…?" The cab driver took my bag for me and put it into his trunk. He paused as he waited for me to give him my name.

I smiled, "Miss Forbes. I'm going home."

"So, Miss Forbes. What brings you to Mystic falls?" The driver asked. I could see him looking at me in his rear-view mirror. He was awaiting my reply.

"I umm, I have family here." I nodded. He smirked in response.

"Ohh, Sherriff Forbes? Relation to you I presume?"

He was pressing, a little too much for my liking.

"You presume correct. She is my mother." I replied, annoyance evident in my tone.

He nodded once more and then dropped the conversation. I wasn't one to be annoyed, but being back here for the first time in months had me on edge.

The cab stopped outside my mom's house. I paid the man as he placed my items on the sidewalk. I turned around to face my home. My heart began to race once more as I walked up the three steps to the front door.

My hand hovered in the air, to scared to knock the door to my own home.

"Fuck! Come on."

My knuckles connected with the solid wood of the door. Two knocks was all it took before it opened

"Hi…" I smiled shyly.

"It can't be…"

My mom answered the door, the tears brimming in the corner of her eyes. I had missed her far too much. Don't get me wrong, we had our differences, hence why I went to stay with my dad for a few months. But I loved her with everything I had.

"You're home!" she beamed and encased me into a death tightening hug.

"Mom... mom, you're crushing the life out of me!" I gasped.

She stepped back, still keeping a tight grip on my arms.

"How are you, sweetheart? She paused for a quick moment.

I laughed, as she took my case from the porch and wheeled it inside. I hovered at the entrance, lost as to what to do or say. Running my fingers over the wooden surface. I lingered...waiting. Mom was half way down the hallway before she stopped and turned to face me, a smile still plastered on her face.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation? Come in!" she hummed.

I returned her smile as my heart began to settle. First barrier down. I didn't know how that was going to go, but I'm thankful it went as smoothly as it did.

I grabbed my bag from my feet and walked inside, closing the door quietly behind me.

"So… where is Care?" I asked.

"Where do you think?" she muttered.

I rolled my eyes, "The grill, by any chance?"

That all knowing look she always gave us was plastered on her face as I laughed.

"Is my room still the same?" I wondered.

"Of course." She opened the door and entered my room. "Although, your sister did try to nab it on a few occasions."

"Of course she did."

I flopped my bag onto my bed and began to unpack everything from inside. I felt surreal to be back in my own home, in my own room and my own comfort, but I had never felt more out of place than I had right this moment. My mom stood hovering in the doorway, a worried look on her face.

I threw a top onto the bed, "What's wrong?" I asked.

It was like she was in a daze, deep in thought. "You haven't spoke Caroline at all?"

"Not really, why?"

"No reason."

She was lying, I could tell, but I didn't was any kind of argument right now.

"I'll talk to her when she comes back later."

"Why don't you go out? Catch up with your friends, huh? How does that sound?" She smiled. "I have to go into the office the now anyway."

"Of course you do." I whispered under my breath.

"What was that honey?"

"Nothing, I just said see you later, mom." I smiled, trying to hide my disappointment and hurt that she was leaving so soon after I got back.

"Sorry, sweetie, but somethings need finished in the office right away, or I'd have left it till tomorrow." She patted down her trousers as she huffed, "But tomorrow when we all wake up, we'll all have breakfast, like the old days?"

I laughed, "The 'old days'? Mom, I've been gone for a few months, not years." I began to remove clothes from my case as I caught the slightly saddened look on her face. "But... that would be great. I've missed your pancakes."

She almost beamed with joy. "Great, that's what we'll all do then. I'll let your sister know, or if you see her first, you tell her."

My stomach began to rumble, causing me to place my hand over it to silence the calling from within.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

No

"Yeah, I'm just going to go out for some food I think." I closed up the case and moved it to the floor.

"There is plenty in the kitchen."

I shook my head, "It's alright. Like you said, I can catch up with my friends."

She smiled and patted me on the shoulder, Right, I best be going." she kissed me on the cheek and smiled, "I'm so happy you're home."

I smiled.

Two hours had passed, it was now midnight and there was no sign of my mom or Caroline. I was finished unpacking all my stuff, there was nothing more for me to do. I was beginning to get hungrier. Famished even. I tried to ignore the pangs from earlier when my mom was in, but I couldn't hold it back any longer.

My stomach was beginning to rumble louder and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in my mirror. Veins were protruding from under my eyes and my teeth began to elongate.

"No…" I moaned to myself. I rustled through my bag until I found what I was longing for. A blood bag. I tore it open and began to drink, the taste was sweet but also sickening. I hated every moment of it as it slowly slid down my throat.

I tried to keep it down but I couldn't. Racing to the bathroom, I blood began to pour out of my mouth into the sink, which was now covered in discarded blood; the drops began to run down the sides and into the drain.

The warm blood ran down my throat. It was like liquid gold. Every single bit felt like bliss to me, and I couldn't get enough. My victim was like an overbearing-weight in my grip, she didn't struggle, and she didn't flinch as I sunk my teeth deeper into her throat. One of the perks to being a monster was that I didn't have to let people see me being one, compulsion I think it was called. I think that't what Roslyn called it anyway. It was a handy tool to me. Blood bags made me sick; I could never keep the blood down. Well, not much longer than 20 minutes anyway. It held me over for a little while after I bring the blood back up but I needed something fresh, something that would satisfy me so that the hunger disappeared for longer.

Feeding now over, I fed the helpless girl my blood to give her strength back. Once I was sure she was fully compelled, I left her to recover and made my way out of the woods. It was now four in the morning and the sun was beginning to rise above the trees.

I yawned as the tole of the trip and being back home was now catching up to me. I made my way home as a chill settled in the air, nipping at my skin.

I made it inside without wakening anyone up from their slumber. I climbed into my bed and shut my eyes and before I knew it, it was the afternoon. I hadn't realized just how much I needed that blood to be inside of me. It relaxed every muscle of my being, just thinking about how she tasted made me hungry again. I was snapped out of my luscious daydream as I heard someone knocking on the door. I frowned.

I began to walk down the hall, trying to see if I could figure out who was at the door before opening it. I didn't want to make myself known as no one knew I was back yet. Although, if mom spoke to Caroline already, she probably told the full school. I smirked and shook my head. I really did miss school and our friends.

"Hey, where have you been?"

I recognized the voice, I think, but I could have been wrong.

"At school. What's up?" It was Caroline.

"We need to talk."

"Why? What's wrong with you?" She replied to him.

I edged closer, still staying out of sight and listened closer.

"I just don't understand one thing."

"What?"

"Why would you risk it? If a werewolf bite kills a vampire… why would you risk it?"

My blood ran cold and my skin froze over. Nothing could have prepared me for what I just heard. She was a vampire.

"Because you needed help."

"I could have killed you." He replied harsher in tone.

I couldn't listen anymore. I've been home less than 24 hours and I already want to run away again.

The front door slammed and Caroline walked in. I exited my room and stopped in front of her.

"Jess!?" Her mouth was agape. Clearly mom didn't tell her I was back yet, and by the look of it, she either got up shortly after I got back this morning, or she's not come home from work yet.

"When?" I demanded. She furrowed her brows.

She chocked a little and her pupils dilated as she pushed me aside, "I don't know what you're talking about."

I cracked my jaw before speeding after her. Once she was in my grasp, I slammed her against the wall. Causing the photos that hung above to shake. I just lost it, all these emotions were overwhelming to say the least. This is not how I wanted her to find out I was a vampire. Hell, I was hoping she'd never have to know.

"What the hell!" Caroline's panicked face fell and was replaced with one on sorrow and pain, "Y-you're one?"

I released my grip on her throat and she placed her feet back on to the ground. This was all a fucking mess, everything I tried to avoid was now becoming a reality.

I nodded, "Yeah, I am." I sighed and rubbed my forehead. This was all too much to take in.

"When? I mean… why didn't you tell me?" Caroline sighed. "I thought… I thought you were going to live with dad for a while? When did you get back?"

"One thing at a time," I gasped. "I got back last night, but you weren't here." I leaned against the wall, my legs were beginning to feel like jelly. "And as for staying with dad, I did for a little while but... but something happened to me when I was walking back one night and I had to leave. I couldn't let him see me like this. I couldn't risk hurting him."

She nodded, "Where were you all this time then?"

I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs. This cannot be happening, not like this.

"I met someone, a witch." She looked at me more shocked than before. "She took me in three weeks ago, and she... helped me come to terms with this." I waved my hands over my body in disgust.

"What about dad?" She asked.

"I told him three weeks ago that I was coming home. He thinks I've been here the whole time."

Though all this questioning of me, she never told me what happened to her.

"How about you, what happened? When?" I asked.

"Honestly, not too long ago either." She slightly smiled at the fact. "Katherine, which is a whole other story, by the way. She killed me, but it was Damon's blood that turned me."

"I can't believe this...I" I was lost for words. My sister had died, came back as a vampire. Just like I had. "Wait, what do you mean Damon and Katherine?"

"Well, you don't think I'm the only vampire in Mystic Falls, do you? There are more of us."

I was shocked that she wasn't more upset that I was a vampire. I was devastated that she was.

My stomach turned, I hated how she spoke of vampires as 'us', being one of them made me sick. If I could rewind time and go back to that fatal night, I would and I would change everything that took place.

"Jess? Are you okay?"

I shook my head, "None of this is okay, Caroline! This shouldn't be happening to us, neither of us deserved this to happen." I sighed. The pain was just too much, and it was making me hungry. I was filled with anger, annoyance and hurt. So much hurt that it was beginning to consume me.

"I'm a better person because of it, Jess."

"Are you fucking out of your mind? It's a curse, nothing more. There isn't anything good about being what we are." I yelled in anger.

Caroline looked at me in shock. Completely taken aback by my outburst.

"I'm gonna go." I whispered.

"Wait! You can't leave, not again."

"I'm going for a walk. I'll see you later." I lied, well partly. I was going for a walk, but I was going for a walk so that I could rip someone's throat to shreds.

I walked to the door and slammed it behind me before speeding off into the woods.

Night had fallen and I still hadn't found someone to sink my teeth into. Everyone that I passed or followed ended up in a bigger crowd of people, and I wasn't in the mood for a massacre. Well, that can be debatable; I was in a mood for one of those, but not the aftermath. I was far to pissed to be thinking about the consequences of what my actions may bring. I was just bloody starving.

The thought of my little sister being like me… a vampire, made me sick to my stomach. I know that I was one of those things also, but that I could deal with. Just not her, anyone but her. There was no going back now, what's done is done as they say. I just had to live with it now and move on. The pressing thought that was clouding my mind was if my mom knew or not. She seemed… off with me earlier. Asking me questions about Caroline to see if I knew the answers or not, I was starting to think that maybe she did know. What hurt more is that if she did know about her, why she didn't tell me about it.

As I was consumed by my thoughts, I hadn't realized that I had come to the side of a road by the tree line. A smell caught my senses… bourbon? As I focused all my senses to see where the smell was drifting from, my sight landed on a man, he was lying in the middle of the road, completely flat out on his back. I was going to approach him; he was going to be my victim. But, before I could make the kill, headlights from an oncoming car dazed me and I backed off into the tree line once more.

"Fuck sake!" I moaned. I just couldn't seem to catch a break today.

The car came to a sudden halt and a young woman emerged from the vehicle. Approaching the man on the road with caution, she spoke, "Sir, are you okay? What happened?" Her voice was soft, she was young. I could tell from her stance and how she held herself. She was cautious but also intrigued by the man on the road.

I edged a little closer, I was hoping for a 2-for-1 kind of deal, but I was wrong.

"I'm… lost." The man responded. His voice was strong, enchanting and a little sexy. Now I was the one who was intrigued by the man. I listened into the rest of the conversation.

"And you're lying in the middle of the road?"

"Not that kind of lost." He replied to the woman. He abruptly sat up, causing the young woman to stammer backwards. "Metaphorically, existentially." He added.

"Do you need help?"

He sighed, "Well, yes I do. Can you help me?" I watched on as he took a hip flask from his pocket and took a drink.

"You're drunk." The woman eagerly pointed out.

He smirked.

"No. Well, yes a little maybe."

She turned to leave.

"No please don't leave. I really do need help."

The mysterious man rose to his feet and fled over to the vulnerable woman and began to compel her. I was in complete awe. Caroline was right when she said there were more of us here. I just didn't expect to bump into one on my first day back. I was intrigued, suspicious, but most of all, I was fascinated.

I edged closer again to gain a better view of the scene that was unfolding before my very eyes. I could feel the veins bulging under my eyes as my fangs began to protrude from my gums. I was excited. I had never seen a game play out like this before… and I wanted to play.

"Don't move."

"I don't want any trouble."

"Neither do I but all I got is trouble."

I listened more, waiting to see if he was going to attack or just talk her to death. The hunger was so close to spilling over from within me. I could feel every nerve ending in my body burn with anticipation.

"Why can't I move?" The woman asked.

The dark haired man took another drink from his flask, and then put his hands on her shoulders.

I zoned out a little, the pressure building from within me was becoming too much. I missed the rest of their conversation as I leaned against a tree trunk, trying my best to regain my control.

"Please don't." I heard her pathetic cry of fear as I refocused my vision on the pair.

The man released her and cried out, "Okay. You're free to go."

The woman took no time in running to her vehicle, but, before she could even open her door, the man rushed to her back and sunk his teeth into her neck. It was over in seconds. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground in a heap. He lulled his head back in what I can only call euphoria. That was the feeling I got whenever I got the taste of fresh blood on my lips.

I grazed my tongue across my lips, moistening them as they had become dry after what I watched. The man stammered backwards and his eyes connected with mine as I stood at the tree line. I felt my pupils dilate as I saw the blood dripping down his chin and splashing onto the ground. He squinted his eyes to focus on me, but I wasted no time in fleeing the scene before I lost all control.

I disappeared into the trees, leaving only air and crumpled branches behind in my wake.

A:N/ Re-Updated and changed quite a lot. This fits my vision much better. I'm so much happier with this re-write. All other chapters will be updated also and posted before the new chapter is released.