Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognisable people; they belong to the lovely L.J Smith. So far the only person I own is Marie Salvatore. I am not making anything from this, this is just for fun.

Okay, Okay. I can just hear my reviewers from The Dark Prince, asking why I'm doing another fic instead of finishing the Dark Prince? Well I got bored with my last fic, so I'm writing this one. Don't worry, I'm going to be doing this one and the Dark Prince, so don't get your knickers in a twist. I don't have an idea as of yet for the Dark Prince, but I'll get one. Keep checking my last fic to see if I've updated.

Okay, onto my new fic, a Vampire Diaries one. Hope you like? ;)

Marie.

Prologue.

The day comes to an end and night quickly replaces it, engulfing everything in its path, but I am unafraid, for I am not human and the darkness is my natural habitat, it has been for quite some time. I suppose you are wondering just who I am? Very well then, I will tell you.

I am Marie Salvatore, an Italian vampire over five hundred years old, but I do not look a day over seventeen, the age in which I became a vampire.

I prowl the woods of Fell's Church, Virginia looking for my long lost brothers, who I am told have been spotted here on several occasions.

Perhaps you know them? My eldest brother is called Damon, he has pin straight jet-black hair that falls neatly over his forehead, though the last time I saw him, his hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail.

He has eyes so black that you could fall forever in their depths if you look into them. He has high cheekbones, well-sculpted lips and is only about two inches taller than my five foot four inches. Damon looks to be in his early twenties, though that's hardly surprising since he was twenty when he became a vampire.

What can I say? Italians are short; at least they were in my day. You can tell when Damon has entered a room because he makes all the girls swoon and lust after him, he has that same effect on some men as well.

My other brother is called Stefan and is completely opposite to Damon. Apart from the fact that he is my twin, about a minute and a half older than me, Stefan does not get every single person's attention in a room like Damon.

Stefan has jet-black hair also, but his are in waves so thick that they have actually been mistaken for curls. He has forest green eyes rather than black and is about five or six inches taller than me, and is about three or four inches taller than Damon.

Stefan looks to be about seventeen as well, but he always seemed much older than that.

Even though Stefan and I are twins, we do not resemble each other that much. I look more like Damon than Stefan; I also have Damon's personality, which is probably why Damon was so protective over me when we were younger.

I have jet-black hair that goes all the way down to mid thigh and has a tendency to wave slightly, but is mostly straight. My eyes are neither black nor green but some in between colour, it just depends on my mood really if I am happy they are more of a murky green, but if I am angry they go the darkest black, darker than night itself.

I have high cheekbones, like my brothers. And full lips that I've been told make me a sculptor's dream. I once had my portrait painted my Leonardo da Vinci, which now sits in the Luvre right beside the Mona Lisa in France.

I have not seen either of my brothers for five centuries though I have kept track of them from the night they got out of the tomb they shared. I have hidden myself from them for reasons of my own. Curiosity has taken the better of me, so when I heard of my brothers being here and fighting an Original, I just had to see them, they are, after all, my family the only family I have left.

When I heard that they were here the first time fighting Katherine Von Schwartzchild, I had to avoid them. Why you ask? I have no idea.

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The Original has been taken to a far away place where he will do no harm to others, this I have seen. I do not believe in ghosts or spirits, but I do not doubt what my eyes have seen, ghosts rose from their graves and took the Original to some far off place. There is some commotion going on in the clearing where my two brothers and some of Stefan's friends are, everybody is jumping for joy because not only has the Original been taken care of, but also Stefan's girlfriend has come back from the dead. Everyone that is, except Damon.

I watch from the shadows of the woods as he rejects Stefan and his girlfriend and shifts into a crow. He flies into the woods, not far from where I am hiding, and lands on the branch of the tree right next to my hiding place.

He takes off from the branch and drops to the ground, shifting into his human form just before he hits the ground with a heavy, but soft thump.

He dusts himself off and looks around himself, seeming to sense me nearby. I am supposed to be dead, so he won't know it is I he senses.

"Damon?" I half whisper. "Damon!"

Damon looks around for my voice, but cannot tell where it has come from, for I have pitched my voice so that it sounds as though it is coming from all directions at once.

Finally, he walks over to my hiding place after I let out a tiny giggle that I school girl would make. I step out from behind the oak tree I am hiding behind and face his back. I reach out and tap him on the shoulder. He spins around and his nose is about a foot from mine.

"Boun Giorno brother." I say to him. "Long time no see."

Damon looks at me in disbelief, the entire colour drains from his face, making him even paler than a vampire should be. I believe I have struck him speechless for the first time in my very long life. He looks at me as though he has seen a ghost.

He swallows a few times, looking as though he is going to vomit.

"Marie?" he gets out in a half laugh, half gasp.

"It is me brother." I reassure him. He reaches out and touches my cheek, checking to see if I am real. I lean my head into his touch.

"But…that's impossible. You're dead!" he protests, loosing his cool exterior.

"On the contrary brother, so are you." I point out.

"But how?" he asks.

"How am I still alive?" I prompt. He merely nods his head, still in shock.

"The same way you are brother. Katherine made me a vampire the night before I died." I say.

Since the day I was born until the day I 'died', I had something wrong with my immune system that made me prone to all kinds of illnesses. Katherine had the same condition only mine was far worse. The surgeons said that it was a miracle that I had lived for as long as I did. Katherine knew that I was going to die one night when I was unable to breathe properly or get out of bed. The surgeon told my Father that I was not going to make it through the night.

So she made me a vampire since it was the only way to keep me alive, but something went wrong and I was buried along with my Mother, who had died in childbirth.

After I explain this to Damon, he gets the normal vampire colour back and he pulls my into a hug, holding me tightly, not wanting to let me go.

Our Mother died shortly after giving birth to both Stefan and I, but Stefan's birth was complicated, where Stefan took almost twelve hours to be born, I was born in less than two minutes. Nobody even knew that Mother was pregnant with twins; I was so small that Father said I fit in the palm of his hand.

Due to me having trouble breathing and being so small, Father was told I was not going to survive the next twenty-four hours. Boy did I prove them wrong. Whether Damon knew this, or I was female, he never once blamed me for Mother's death. It was always Stefan he blamed. Damon was very protective over me, and I looked up to him. I was closer to Damon than I was with Stefan, at night I would sleep in with Damon until he went to University, and then I slept in beside Stefan. Spending approximately nine months inside your Mother with another person in the womb with you will do that to you. Even now I can't sleep on my own, I always have a male sleeping in with me. I can't get to sleep if it's a female beside me, even though I am bisexual.

Damon was the one who actually named me Marie as a tribute to our late Mother, who was also called Marie, he used to pick me up and carry me everywhere with him. So did Stefan, I was so light that a ten year old could pick me clean off the floor and carry me about when I was seventeen.

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I pull back from our embrace to look Damon over. He hasn't changed in five centuries, except that that his hair is shorter than the last time I saw him.

"Come." I say, taking him by the hand, and pull him in the direction of Stefan and his friends. "I wish to see Stefan."

Reluctantly Damon lets me take him to the place where he had just left, and come short behind Stefan. I do the same thing to him as I did with Damon; I tap him on the shoulder.

"Stefan?" I say to him. He turns around and almost has heart failure. Stefan's reaction to me is even more comical than Damon's had been.

"Marie?" he asks, before he passes out. He falls onto the soaked grass, and lies limp.

"I was not expecting him to do that. Were you?" I ask Damon.

"Not really. But I'm not surprised that he did." He replies.

"Who are you?" a redheaded female asks, looking me over.

"What do you want with my boyfriend?" Demands another female, this one blond. She looks the spitting image of Katherine.

"I am Marie Salvatore." I answer. "I am Stefan's twin sister."

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A/N: Please review and let me know what you think. Should I continue, or should I stop?

That was a nice surprise for Stefan wasn't it? I wonder if he's going to be okay? Only one way to find out…