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

Some people say that our dreams are like windows into what we desire most in our lives. Dreams are our guides, and warnings. They may even offer small glimpses into the future. But that's not what my dreams were like. My dreams are nothing like the normal nonsense most people dreamed about. My dreams are memories. Memories from past lives that I lived a long time ago. Some of these memories are clear and I can grasp what's taking place in them. While most are like looking through a frosted window; blurry and out of focus. Oftentimes my memories leave me waking to an uncomfortable ache in my chest that followed me throughout the day.

I knew that dreaming of my past lives wasn't something normal people had to deal with. But I also knew that I was far from normal. Normal was my sister joining the cheer squad and dating a football player. Normal was attending high school parties and worrying about grades and boys. Normal was not reliving a life where I found myself being born to a wealthy family from the 1800s. Normal was not being able to do the things I could do.

So no, I wasn't what you would call normal. But I pretended to be.

"Serena, wake up. First day of school, you don't want to be late." My sister's voice penetrated my ears and I was pulled from the visions of blurry faces and distorted words being said to me during a time and place I had no recollection of.

"I'm awake." I called out to her as I pushed my comforter off my body and sat up. "I'll be ready in a minute." I heard my sister's footsteps walk away from my door and I pushed myself out the comfort and warmth of my bed.

Another year of high school was not something I was looking forward to. Large crowds and cramped hallways were the bane of my existence, which is mostly due to my distaste of being surrounded by strangers. I hated the feeling I got any time I found myself walking down the overly crowded hallways of Mystic Falls High School. My stomach grows tight with anxiety and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end, as if my body was readying itself for some impending attack that was heading my way. All my life I've had this strange and insecure feeling when surrounded by large crowds of people. Parties were a no-go for me, and whenever I'm forced to attend one I tend to keep to myself, and silently pray for the night to end.

My Dad thought it was an acute sense of claustrophobia, but something told me that that wasn't exactly the case. Whatever this is, it wasn't a normal reaction that any teenager should be having.

"Toast. I can make toast." I heard Jenna mutter to herself as I walked into the kitchen following after my younger brother, Jeremy, down stairs. Our Aunt Jenna glanced around and I shook my head at the woman and offered her a soft smile. Jenna did great when it came to taking care of us and making sure we had everything we needed. I knew it wasn't easy for her having to drop everything after the death of our parents. Jenna really stepped up to the plate and took on way more than she ever needed to.

"It's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna." Elena grabbed two cups from the cupboard and glanced back at me. "Serena, coffee?" I nodded my head at the question and popped a piece of bread into the toaster.

"Is there coffee?" Jeremy saddled up beside Elena and stole my mug from her hands, causing her to roll her eyes and grab another coffee mug.

"Your first day of school and I'm totally unprepared." Jenna said as she dug through her purse and pulled out a few bills. "Lunch money?"

I shook my head at the offered money and smothered my toast in butter before taking a bite. "I'm good." Elena told her before Jeremy snatched the cash out of her hands and headed for the front door.

"Anything else? A number two pencil? What am I missing?" I smiled at our Aunts frantic mumbling and stook my coffee from my sister's hands.

"Were okay, Jenna. We have all we need." I pointed out to the woman. I took a deep breath of the strong aroma of my coffee and let out a content filled sigh. Coffee was my second favorite food, right behind french fries.

"Don't you have a presentation today?" Elenas words had our Aunt looking down at her watch.

"I'm meeting with my thesis advisor at… now. Crap." Jenna quickly gathered her things and stuffed them into the briefcase before quickly grabbing the handle and heading for the door.

"Then go. We'll be fine." Elena told her and Jenna sent us a small smile before making her escape out the front door.

"Good luck." I called out as Elena and I followed after her in less of a rush. Jeremy stood near the front door and held it open for Elena and I.

"You okay?" Elena asked our little brother and Jeremy rolled his eyes at her question.

"Don't start." Jeremy strood out the front door just as Bonnie pulled up in front of the house. I let out a sigh at Jeremy's attitude.

"I'll meet you at school." I said to Elena as I fished out my keys from my bag and made my way to my little white car. While I would usually be the one giving Elena a ride, Bonnie had wanted to be with her on the first day of school and I understood her reasons.

The death of our parents was still fresh in all of our minds and I knew my sister blamed herself for the accident. Elena held the weight of our parents death firmly on her shoulders as if it was somehow her fault they were dead. While I wished she didn't, I knew there was no stopping her from taking the blame. It was an accident, one that left the three of us without our parents, but it wasn't her fault. Death would come for us all one day.

With a new school year came a fresh round of freshmen. While I was used to the stares I would get each year, it did tend to get a little repetitive. I know I look different. I mean, my twin sister had dark, pin straight hair, and those big brown eyes of hers could get even the most stubborn mountains to move. While I looked to be her exact opposite. Pale white hair that cascaded down my back in soft waves and unnerving red colored eyes. Our Dad, and other doctors, said it was a rare form of albinism, but my skin was an olive tone only a shade darker than Elenas. I was different, far more different than everyone knew.

"Serena!" A voice pierced through the crowd as I closed my locker after putting away some of my books. I knew right away who it was and I couldn't help but smile at the shrill excitement in her voice. "There you are. I've been looking for you all day. How are you? Is everything alright? How are you feeling?"

Elena and I have known Caroline since we were kids. Elena always had a way of making friends, and while her and Bonnie were close, I always felt kind of left out. Then came along Caroline Forbes. As a kid I was considered a loner who always stuck close to her sister, like a white haired shadow. But Caroline apparently took one look at me and decided I was going to be hers. She pretty much forced her friendship onto me, but I really wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'm fine Caroline, honest." I reassured her. Caroline was a sweet girl; one who loved with all her heart. "First day of school has been pretty decent so far." I admitted and Caroline gave me a big smile and clapped her hands out of excitement.

"Yay! That's great!" Caroline was the embodiment of what a normal high school girl was supposed to be. Cheerleader, school committees, blond, she was all of that and then some. "So, tell me, have you seen the new hottie yet?" She asked as we left behind my locker and fell into step beside one another.

"New guy?" I raised a brow and thought back to my earlier classes. I couldn't remember seeing any new students and shook my head.

"Well, he's absolutely gorgeous." Caroline gushed. "His name is Stefan Salvatore. Tall, dark, and mysterious. The whole package."

I found my feet to be frozen to the floor as Carolines words settled in my brain. Salvatore was not a common name, and hearing it sent a wave of somber emotion through me.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Carolines concerned filled voice pulled me from the whirlwind of thoughts that my mind was going though. I did my best to send her a reassuring smile and shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Was trying to remember if he was in any of my classes." I lied. Caroline bought it with another bright smile. The idea that it could be the same person was completely illogical. He was long dead and all I had left of him were my memories.

"So. You're still coming to the Grill tonight, right?" The preppy blond asked and I nodded my head. Dinner at the Grill after the first day of school was a tradition within our friend group and I knew I would get an ear full if I ditched. "Great. I'll see you tonight."

I waved at Caroline as she rushed off down the hall. I continued my trek on to my next class. Unfortunately, my mind was far too preoccupied to fully immerse myself in whatever it was my biology teacher was trying to say. All I could really think about was that name, Stefan Salvatore. I knew that name like I knew the back of my hand. It was one I could remember vividly. My memories of my last life were the most clear and recognizable. Hearing his name sent me back over a hundred years into the past. During a time where Mystic Falls would be unrecognizable to the people who lived here today. A time when my name was once Serena Salvatore.

I decided against going straight home after school, my mind was a flurry of thoughts and I knew I needed a moment before seeing people. So after parking my car near the beginning of one of the town's many hiking trails, I walked off into the woods that surrounded Mystic Falls. I found myself being able to relax as I walked between the trees. I felt the tense feelings in my shoulders grow loose and the anxiety I've been carrying around all day fell away as a gentle breeze brushed past me. It was here among the trees, out of the prying eyes of others, that I felt most like myself. It felt as if I could feel nature itself wrapping around me, as if welcoming me back into its grasp.

I continued on deeper and deeper into the woods, until I came across a dead end. The end of this hiking trail was about two miles from where I parked my car, but that didn't mean my journey was over. My fingers grazed the rough bark of each tree as I stepped off the trail and headed further into the woods. A small smile grazed my face as I became completely surrounded by trees and the clear path to civilization was left behind. It was another half mile until I spotted a flash of green peeking out through a dense cluster of trees before me.

My destination was an easy one for me to find. Beyond the thick bunch of trees was a small clearing. A green oasis among the brown forest that surrounded Mystic Falls. All year round the small clearing stayed green, even during the cold winter months when snow would lay a thin white blanket over the town. But what really grabbed a hold of my attention any time I visited the small clearing, was the great oak tree that stood in its center. The tree was old and it's twisted trunk rose up high above the clearing and cast it's branches over the lush area.

Being here felt different then anywhere else in Mystic Falls. It was like I could actually feel the energy around me flex and flow; it was magical. The oak tree was like a beacon of energy that only called out for me. It's presence demanded to be felt.

The oak trees clearing held a special place in my heart, considering the impact it's had on my life now and my life that came before. Besides my own name, the oak tree and it's clearing have been a constant in both my life now and my memories of my past lives. I can't tell exactly how old the oak tree is, but I knew it wasn't just any old normal tree. It was different, just like me, and I felt safe under its branches.

I sat down with my back pressed against the trunk of the old oak tree and bent my knees up so I could carefully balance my sketch book on my legs as I sketched out the remnants of last night's latest memory. I found drawing and sketching helped me keep the memories alive and fresh within my mind. I had a lot of half finished faces and eyes staring back at me from memories that tended to be blurry and out of focus. But today I was working on something different.

Hearing his name being said today, I decided to draw out what I could remember of Stefan Salvatore, my brother. He had a long face with a sharp chin and a strong jawline. His eyes were a light brown and he had a flop of brown hair atop his head. Stefan was my older brother and he took being my older brother seriously. I was an outcast during my life as a Salvatore. Our father thought I was the child of another man and didn't pay me much attention. My looks also garnered me a lot of talk amongst the townsfolk. But my brothers became my protectors. They watched out for me, took care of me. But in the end, that hadn't been enough to keep me safe.

Time passed and the sun was starting to set and I was losing my natural light. So I packed up my sketch book and started my trek through the woods and back towards my car. I knew if I was late for dinner at the Grill, Caroline would roast me alive.

When I got to my car I sent my sister a text and asked her if she needed a ride to the Grill. I was slightly surprised when I received a reply back saying that she was going to drive herself. Elena hasn't driven her car since the accident, but it was nice to see she was making some headway.

The Grill was the only place to really sit down and eat in Mystic Falls. If you wanted anything fancier than burgers and fries, then you had to make a drive outside of town for that. The Grill had both a bar and restaurant setting, and while they had decent food, my one weakness was their loaded fries, or really just fries in general.

When I stepped through the front doors of the bar and restaurant, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my body grow stiff. This of course was dude to the crowd that filled the place, but that was something I was used to. The Grill was packed with all sorts of people as friends and family mingled and towns folk gossiped. The Grill was pretty much the center hub for all of Mystic Falls.

I spotted Caroline and the others sitting at one of the tables in the sunken part of the restaurant. I knew that the second I was able to sit down around those I was familiar with, the tense feeling would diminish some and I would feel slightly less anxious among the crowd. As I got closer to the table I could make out Bonnie and Matt sitting on either side of Caroline. There was a seat left empty between Caroline and Elena. My sister caught my eye and waved me over. It was then that I noticed someone else sitting at the table. His back was to me as he sat beside Elena, but the closer I got, the more tense the air seemed to get.

My steps grew slower as I got closer and closer. The air didn't feel right and every inch of my skin was breaking out in goosebumps. There was this dense, dark feeling to the air now, like a storm was brewing inside of the restaurant. This feeling was something I had never felt before, at least in this lifetime, I think.

I don't know how long I stood there, but I watched as Elena turned around and offered me a small smile, one I forced myself to return. Then the stranger beside her turned around in his chair and our eyes locked onto one another. It felt like the world had suddenly tilted on its axis as I stared into a familiar pair of light brown eyes. Those eyes went slightly wide as we took one another in and realized that we recognize each other.

"Serena. Finally!" Carolines voice broke the staring contest between me and the very familiar, yet unexpected, face. I looked up at the blonde as she stood up from her chair and walked around the table before grabbing a hold of my arm and dragging me towards the empty chair besides hers. "Now, tell your sister that the party at the Falls is a tradition and that she has to go."

I saw Elena roll her eyes and I spared a glance over at the male sitting beside her. The air that surrounded him had me on edge, and I couldn't figure out why it was so different compared to everyone else. It reminded of a storm cloud ready to thunder, with an underlying feeling of something predatory. This was not the same man I remembered, something was different about him.

"I'm probably not the right person to be asking, Caroline." I commented and offered Matt a small smile as the jock passed a plate of loaded fries in front of me; no doubt ordered for me by Elena. "You know I don't go to any of those parties." I pointed out as I picked up a cheesy french fry and munched on the fired potato. It was surreal sitting across from someone I thought to be dead. Over a hundred years have gone by since my life as a Salvatore, and yet, here we both were, very much alive.

"No, not this year. This time you're coming and that's final." I coulndt help but roll my eyes at Caroline. She said this every year, and every year I got out of going to the party at the Falls. Caroline ignored my eye roll and turned her attention to Stefan. "So, Stefan, were you born in Mystic Falls?" My spine went slightly stiff as the conversion turned and the table focused their attention on the mysterious stranger sitting beside Elena.

"Yes. Moved when I was still young." Hearing him speak had a torrent of memories going through my head as the others probed him for information.

"Parents?" Bonnie asked and Stefan shook his head.

"My parents passed away." Stefan answered her. Elena's face went soft at his words and I had a feeling she was mulling over her own grief over the subject of dead parents.

"I'm sorry." She placed a supportive hand on his shoulder and Stefan sent her a reassuring smile. "Do you have any siblings?" I poked at my fries with a fork as Elena asked Stefan about his family.

"None that I talk to." Stefan answered. "I live with my uncle." I glanced up at Stefan and our eyes once again locked. I knew there was still a living Salvatore in Mystic Falls, but I had never met Zach. I did know that he owned the boarding house at the edge of town, but nothing else was really known about the man.

"So, Stefan, if you're new, and didn't know about the party at the falls. You should definitely come." Caroline sat up straight in her seat and wore a victorious smile on her face. I could already tell that Caroline had her sights set on Stefan. But as I sat there watching my sister interact with him, I had a feeling Caroline stood no chance. I knew my sister well and I knew the look she wore when she liked a boy. I only wished it wasn't him.

"It's a back to school tradition." Bonnie pointed out, but really the party at the falls was honestly just an excuse for teens to get drunk in the woods.

"Are you going?" Stefan turned his attention back to Elena. My sister hesitated in her answer at first. I knew she didn't want to go to the party, but I could also see the conflict she was fighting with as she locked eyes with Stefan.

"Of course she is." Bonnie announced for her. Elena didn't look relieved to hear her friend answer for her, but she also didn argue with Bonnie. I had a feeling Elena only wanted to go to the party as an excuse to better get to know Stefan.

The six of us finished up our meals and we said our goodbyes to each one another. I let Elena know that I would see her at home before leaving the Grill. I walked down the now empty street towards where I parked my car. The night air felt cool and I tucked my hands into my coat pockets as a stiff breeze swept past me. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings as I approached my car. My thoughts were far too preoccupied with what had just transpired to focus on anything else besides getting into my car.

As I reached the drivers side door, I reached into my purse and fumbled around as I searched for my keys. The second I pulled the jangling metal out of my bag, I felt the air grow thick and my stomach drop. With a shaky breath, I slowly turned around and found Stefan standing in the road behind me. I shifted awkwardly as we faced one another and the silence between us grew.

"How?" Stefans voice filled the empty space between us. I tilted my head slightly at his question as I thought about how to answer him. "How are you here? How are you alive?"

"I, uh. I wish I knew." He frowned at my answer and I offered him a sad shrug of my shoulders. "I don't know how, or why, I've been reborn, again. I'm honestly just as confused as you are." I glanced down at the road between us and let out a deep breath. "I don't have any of the answers, just memories." The look on Stefans face grew soft as the tension he held slowly fell away.

"I remember you telling us once, about a past life you would dream about. But I never really believed it." Stefan admitted to me and I nodded in understanding. This was all really hard to believe, and yet, here we stood. Two people who are supposed to be long dead right now.

"So, you gonna tell me how you're here, alive? Or were you reborn as well?" I asked with a small smirk and Stefans frown turned into more of a sad smile as he shook his head.

"No, I wasn't reborn." He answered. There was a pause as he gathered his thoughts before answering, and I have to say, I was not prepared for what he said next. "I'm a vampire."

I felt my jaw fall open as my mouth formed a shocked o. That had not been the answer I was expecting, and a part of me didn't really believe him. But the look on his face told me otherwise. "A vampire?" I asked and he nodded his head in confirmation. "Oh. How?"

His face fell slightly as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his brown leather jacket. Stefan's eyes filled with regret as he looked at me. "It was after we found you." He started and I understood why he looked so sad. He was talking about the day I died. "There were vampires living in town. The founding families rounded them up inside of Fells Church before burning the building to the ground." He explained. "Katherine, she was one of them, and before they took her, she fed us her blood."

I felt a shiver go down my spine when he said her name. "Katherine did this?" I asked in a low voice and Stefan nodded. I thought over his words and my mind repeated the word 'us' in my head. "Did she give him her blood? Is he like you?" I didn't like the look of distress that flashed through Stefan's eyes at my question. Something had obviously happened between them, but I had to know.

"Yes. He's a vampire, like me." Stefans voice was filled with grief and I frowned at his tone. "Serena, he's not the same person you may remember. I'm not the same." He tried to explain and I felt my heart sink. "Being a vampire had changed us, and well, our brother didn't take the change well, but that's my fault. Were not human anymore, little sister. Were monsters."

I shook my head at his words and took a step towards him. "I don't believe that." Stefans frown deepened at my words and before he could argue with me I spoke up. "You may have changed over the last hundred years or so, but I know you're not a monster. You're my brother." I know what I was saying was naive. I had no idea what Stefans been through since my death. But I wasn't afraid of him. I've missed him too much to be afraid. "Besides, I'm not exactly human either." I offered him a lopsided smile and hoped it would put him at ease.

It seemed to have worked, at least a little. Stefan gave me a small smile and I felt a little bit more at peace. I took a few more steps towards him and Stefan pulled me the rest of the way into his arms.

"I've missed you, little sister." He mumbled into my hair as I clung onto him. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you." I buried my face in his shoulder and I did my best to hold back my tears. To have someone from my past reappear now was something I never thought possible. But I couldn't have been happier knowing it was my brothers.

"I missed you too, big brother." I squeezed him one last time before pulling away. I quickly wiped at my eyes before looking back up at him. "I'm happy to see you, Stefan." He nodded his head at me in agreement. It was almost surreal standing there under the streetlights in the town we had been born in over a hundred years ago. While I was happy to have Stefan back in my life, what I didn't know was just how different things were going to be now that he was here. "So, why come back to Mystic Falls?" I asked as I stepped back towards my car so I could lean against it.

Stefan put his hands back in the pockets of his jacket as he glanced down the street before looking back at me. "She looks just like her, doesn't she. I had to make sure." Stefan paused before continuing. "I had to make sure she wasn't Katherine."

"She's not." I answered quickly and assuredly, but I knew he already knew that. "She's nothing like Katherine." Stefan nodded his head in agreement. I knew Elena, she was my twin sister, and I knew she was nothing like that woman. "Elena, she, uh, doesn't know about me. About anything. I want her to just keep on living her normal life."

Stefan nodded his head in agreement. "You're right." I believed his words, but I could see something in his eyes. Elena was a kind hearted person who was always looking out for the people she loved. It's always been easy for her to make friends, and that look in Stefan eyes was one I had seen before. He was falling for her.

The next day came and as soon as school was out I made my great escape before Caroline could drag me to the party at the Falls. I took refuge in the old oak trees clearing and finished up with assignments and homework from some of my classes before pulling out my sketchbook and flipping through its pages. The worn leather felt good in my hands as I searched for the page I was looking for. My sketch book had been the last gift I would ever receive from my parents before the accident. It was almost full; filled with my drawings and sketches of my memories.

I felt my chest tighten when I found the page I had been looking for. The only thing on the page was a pair of eyes. It was one of my rare drawings that I actually took the time to color. I spent hours trying to match the almost dull browns of my colored pencils to the deep browns I could remember dreaming of a week ago.

The memory had been another out of focus and cloudy recollection that I couldn't make out. It had been full of blurry bodies and distorted voices speaking in another language. All except for a pair of eyes. The image of those eyes had my chest tightening and my heart fluttering about as warmth filled my entire body. Those deep, never ending, brown eyes had me feeling things I have never felt before. I felt loved, and safe, as those eyes stared at me. But more importantly, when I remembered those eyes, the ache in my chest felt lighter then it ever has before.

Thinking of that ache had me rubbing at my chest. This ache has tormented me since the day I turned twelve, and was even present in my life as a Salvatore. On good days I could push the ache to the back of my mind and forget about it's presence. But that wasn't always the case, and on days where a particularly bad memory haunts my dreams, the ache grows and becomes unbearable.

I sat with my back to the oak tree as I focused on my drawing and getting the colors right. I was lost in my own thoughts as I concentrated on the task. It was when I found myself losing my natural lighting that I realized just how long I had been working on those eyes. The sun had casted the woods in a bright orange light and I knew it was time to pack it in and head home. With Elena, and more than likely Jeremy too, at the party I would probably be on my own for dinner tonight if Jenna wasn't home.

The trees looked to be on fire as the sun set and the world was cast in it's orange glow. I was used to the feeling that filled the air when I was alone on my walks in the woods. So when I felt a sudden shift in the air, I knew I was no longer alone in my wandering. My feet froze to the ground and glanced around the trees in search of whoever had caused the disturbance.

"Hello? Stefan?" I called out. The energy felt similar to Stefans, so I was sure it wasn't it wasn't a human taking a hike through the woods. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I searched through the trees around me. After just learning that vampires were real only last night, the thought that a blood sucking creature was currently trying to hunt me had my entire body on edge. "Hello?"

The sound of a stick snapping behind me had my body quickly turning on my heels. Who I saw walking out the trees had my jaw falling open and my eyes going wide. It felt like my heart was threatening to pound it's way out of my chest as our eyes met and a familiar smirk curled up at the corners of his lips.

"Well, now this is a surprise." His voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"Damon." My voice sounded hoarse as his name slipped through my lips. He looked exactly as I remembered him. With his impossibly black hair and those bright blue eyes of his. A smile curled at the corners of my lips and I felt my stomach fill with excitement. "You're really here." The grin on his face grew soft and I saw the Damon I once knew as my brother in that smile.

"In the flesh. Same as you." I shrugged my shoulders at his words.

"Not exactly." I pointed out. "I don't need to feed on the blood of the innocent and sleep in a coffin." I smirked and Damon let out a scoff. I felt my face grow soft as we looked at one another. "I've missed you, big brother." In a blink of an eye Damon was no longer standing across from me and the smell of leather filled my nose. Damon wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in the soft leather of his jacket. This was something I had never imagined ever being able to do.

"I've missed you too, Little Sister." His breath puffed out on the top of my head. I couldn't stop the tears from escaping my eyes as a familiar emotion came crashing over me. Damon and I had been close when I was alive as Serena Salvatore. Our Father wanted nothing to do with me, so Damon took over as a father figure for me. He took care of me. Showered me with gifts and did well to keep me from being married off when our Father wanted to get rid of me. Damon was my big brother, and my best friend. He was my confidant and protector.

"I never thought I'd see you again." I mumbled into his chest. The past always seemed so lost to me. The people I had once known, once loved, would all be gone in this time. Yet here I stood with my brother, who should be long dead by now. I released my hold on him and stepped back, quickly wiping at the tears that escaped my eyes. "Heh, you would dress in black leather." I smirked up at Damon and he rolled his eyes.

"You know I'd look good in anything the decades put me in, Little Sister." I took a step back and smiled up at my once older brother. This was strange, that was for sure, but I guess my life was full of strangeness and my brothers, from another lifetime, showing up in the 21st century as vampires was only the icing on top of the cake.

"So, any particular reason as to why you're back in Mystic Falls? Stefan didn't say anything, kind of looked upset when I mentioned you." The sun was still in it's descent as Damon and I walked through the trees towards where I left my car.

"Ah yes, our goody two shoes of a brother." Damons lips formed a sneer and I raised a brow at the look. Damon and Stefan had been close as brothers, well, that is until she showed up. "Tell me, did he explain to you how the two of us became vampires?" I stopped when Damon stopped, and turned to face him.

"He said Katherine changed you. He told me she was a vampire." I answered. He smirked and let out an airy scoff.

"He's right of course, she gave us her blood. But to become a vampire you have to die with vampire blood inside of you." He paused and I felt the air around him grow cold. "After that, you need to feed." The way he said feed, had a shiver going down my spine. "Our brother is the reason I'm a vampire, and now I'm here to torment him. You know, like any good big brother would."

"So, because Stefan is the reason you're a vampire, you came to Mystic Falls to torment him?" I asked. "I hate to ask this, because I think I already know the answer, but does Elena have anything to do with this?" I remember the way Damon acted and felt about Katherine, and him being here honestly made me nervous.

The vampire shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "Maybe."

"Please, leave her out of whatever vendetta you have with Stefan." I begged. "She's not Katherine, okay. She's my sister."

"Alright, alright." He let out any airy sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "Stop looking at me like that. I won't touch your sister." He sneered at the word sister and rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice. I honestly didn't really believe him, but I wanted to trust him.

"Thanks." It wasn't really much of an answer, but I had a feeling that was best I was going to get. Stefan was right, they had changed. But I wanted to trust Damon, like I did once before.

Damon left me at my car and promised that we would be seeing a whole lot more of each other. That had me feeling both excited and slightly anxious. When I arrived home the sun had finally set and Jenna and I settled on ordering pizza for dinner. Jenna and I made small talk about the first day of school and her presentation while we ate. After dinner I went upstairs to take a shower before settling down in my room. Worry had settled in my stomach after arriving home. Vampires. Vampires were real. They were real, and my two brothers from another lifetime were the creatures of myth, and I had no doubt that they were just as dangerous as they were in the stories.

But, if vampires are real, then what else is out there? I couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, with Damon and Stefan returning to Mystic Falls, ment that I might be able to find my answers. I wanted to believe that with vampires being real, that there would be some magical explanation as to why I am the way I am. But even with that hope keeping me up, I couldn't help the bad feeling from growing in my stomach. Something was coming, and I could only hope the people I loved stayed out of it's crossfire.