I'm so dumb. Honestly I didn't realise I can respond to reviews! Not that I've had that many…. Hint hint… Please

Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed my little story so far. I'm sorry if the last chapter was a little fasted paced, I'm no good at dramatic appearances or introductions. Oh well.

Note: I still do not own the Vampire Diaries in anyway what-so-ever, as depressing as that is…

She's Alive!

Well, she's undead…

Damon had the whole night planned out. He was going to get really wasted, dance, stare at Elena and try not to cry, have a real drink, and then find some hot chick, to pour his sorrows on. Do you see reunite with the sister that you thought was dead in that plan? No. Do you know why? Because it wasn't part of the pan, it wasn't supposed to happen, he didn't want it to happen. 150 year he'd thought she was dead, mourned her death year after year. And now here she was all friendly with two vampires he very much despised.

Stefan didn't know what to do. How to act. Standing directly in front of him was his sister, staring at him the way she had 150 years ago-like nothing had changed. But he couldn't go on like that, things had changed, it was obvious by the way she held on to Klaus and Kol. He wasn't sure if he should snatch her away and lead her to safety or start yelling or what!

All Tyler was really thinking was that the hot girl was not only taken by Kol (or Klaus, he wasn't really sure) but she was the sister of Damon and Stefan. He hadn't even known they had a sister, dead or not.

Caroline hated herself for the stab of jealousy she'd felt when she witnessed the easy hug between Envy and Klaus. Of all the things she could have felt from what she'd saw, the Salvatore's had a freaking sister! But no, who cares about that?! Klaus was all friendly with the pole dancer!

xOx

Shit, shit, shit! Was all that was running through my head as I stared at my brothers. What the bloody hell is wrong with them, my glare went to both Klaus and Kol, before I returned my gaze to the ones in front of me.

"Well?" I finally exclaimed. "It's been like 140 years or something, since you've seen your beloved dear sister. Do something more than stand there with your mouths open like the dumbasses you are!"

Stefan was the first to react; he charged at me and caught me in a hug. If I was human I probably would have died, that's how tight his bloody grip was. Damon still just stood there, I hadn't expected him to move, he wasn't really a touchy feely kind of guy. But I heard him murmur, "150. It's been 150 years." I realised he said it as Elena out her hand on his. Huh.

Finally Stefan pulled away and held me at arm's length, I tried not to show exactly how uncomfortable I was with the scrutiny.

His happy astonishment was torn when Kol spoke, "Well I hate to break the moment, but I'd like-"

"Who gives a shit what you want?" Damon exclaimed. "I'm taking my sister and we are getting the hell out of here so she can explain."

"Explain what exactly?" Klaus asked sounding more than vaguely bored.

"WHAT THE HELL SHE'S BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST CENTURY AND A HALF!" Damon yelled. I couldn't help but smile.

He frowned at me when he noticed, it took all my will power to return to neutral, which for me is insanely pissed.

Then they were all looking at me then. I let out a big sigh. "Fine. But I'm not a bloody comedian."

They still just stared, until Klaus was the one to sigh, "She means she's not explaining to all of you."

"The way you're all staring who can blame her?" Kol put in. They still stared.

I sighed again, I knew what needed to be done, "Let me put this in terms you will without a doubt understand; FUCK OFF!"

That put them in action, with a noise of disgust, Bonnie turned to Elena, "I'm outta here." She took Jeremy's hand. Elena murmured something encouraging to my brothers and left with Bonnie and her own brother.

I put my face in a pout. "I normally love witches." Klaus and Kol laughed.

"No, you only like old hags," Kol smiled.

"To true." I paused. "Well I best be off lovelies," I said as I turned to Klaus and Kol. Smiling, I pulled Klaus into an R rated kiss, "That's for Caroline, "I murmured so quietly against his lips so that the other vamps wouldn't be able to hear. It was a good thing I had such a grip on him, otherwise the entire freaking club would have seen him jerk in surprise.

Pulling away I said, "Didn't think I wouldn't notice, did you?" He muttered something unintelligible.

To really mess with their minds I kissed Kol too, although I think things were more R rated with him, because I could hear some drunk guys cat calling 'the hot stripper chick'.

I should clear this up. I am in no circumstances a stripper, or pole dancer even. There just so happened to be an empty dance floor, with a pole in the middle. I figured I owed it to be danced on. And no it wasn't the first time, probably won't be the last either.

xOx

Caroline was pissed. No it was more than that, she was…jealous…envious. She let out a bitter laugh. "I'm envious of Envy." She took a deep breath, and a shot. "Come on Caroline, get your shit together, this is ridiculous."

"She has that effect on most people. It's where she really got the name."

With a gasp Caroline spun around, and stood face to face with…Klaus. Seeming unconcerned he got himself a glass and poured a drink. Caroline just stood there; there is no way this is actually happening, she thought to herself.

"Oh, it's been bound to happen eventually, it's taken to long if you ask me," Klaus said in response to her thoughts.

He was to close, he smelt too good, he was to…everything!

"Caroline," the way he said her name sent shivers through her.

"Klaus…I can't Ty-"

Her words were cut off by his lips, she forgot what do say, she forgot everything but Klaus.

"Caroline, Caroline-"

"CAROLINE!"

Caroline gasped and jerked awake, to see Tyler's concerned face hovering over hers.

"Are you ok? You seemed to be having a nightmare."

Breathe, just breathe. It was only a nightmare. "No," she said surprising herself. "It was just a very vivid dream."

xOx

I looked around the boarding house. "My god, this place hasn't changed at all!"

Damon gave me a sideways look, "when's the last time you've been here?"

"Um…probably about 4, 5 years ago. I don't know, I came here same time you did."

"Wait. You've known we were here for 4 years and you didn't say anything?" Stefan's voice was rising.

I couldn't help it, I laughed. "I've always known where you are, who you're with, who your enemies are, where you keep your backup supply of blood is."

"And you've never thought to drop by, and let us know?" Damn, probably should have kept that to myself.

"Did you now we'd be at the club?" Damon asked.

I frowned, "No, there is one day when I make a point to have nothing to do with you." June 13th, it was the day I died, as well as my birthday. I usually focused on the latter, for reasons that should be obvious.

"Oh yeah, thinking of death days," I turned to Damon a smile plastered on my face. Then I withdrew a pencil from my pocket, and promptly stabbed my eldest brother in his kidney. I pulled him to me as if I was giving him a friendly hug.

"That's for Lexi. She was my friend too, jackass." Stefan who had begun to run at me stopped, he clearly didn't disagree with my actions anymore.

I let Damon go, and turned to Stefan. Him, I just punched in the face.

"That's for…something," I stepped back to look at my brothers.

They were both scowling. Damon pulled the pencil out, swearing most profoundly as Stefan fixed his broken noise. Smiling I went to get them a blood bag.

"Thanks Tasha," Damon grunted, as he took. Stefan did likewise.

I waited for them to finish.

"Now my dear darling brothers, what is it that you would like to know? You'd better have some good questions, at this moment I could have been doing something much more…enjoyable," I smiled thinking of what that would have entailed.

Before Stefan could explode, Damon cut in, "Everything from that night. I want to know everything since it happened."

"What night?" I asked, knowing exactly what he was talking, but I'd always wanted them to say it.

"You know what night."

"I want you to say it. I want you to tell me what happened before I sum up the 150 years of my life, all I'm asking for is one night.

"They night when…" He trailed off, and looked down.

"Say it."

Stefan spoke up, "The night when Katherine had us kill you."

I smiled at him, for all Damon's badassness he couldn't say it, after all this time he could say. And I'd say from the way Stefan said it, it was the first time either had heard it out loud, they'd both flinched.

"Good. Just so we are clear on what happened. I reckon I should start with that night."

xOx

Klaus faced his siblings, well, most of them. Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol sat together in the home he had created for them. Elijah and Rebekah looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain.

"Klaus," Elijah's voice was hard. "How long have you had her, when did you find her?"

And being the badass vampire werewolf hybrid he was, he looked at them looking at him, and said, "Kol did it."

"Traitor!" Kol swore as he tried to get away from the wrath that was Rebekah. He didn't succeed.

"Alright fine, I'll tell you!" he yelled when Elijah got his hand around Kol's heart. Literally.

Rebekah smiled.

"Klaus," Elijah said. Klaus didn't turn. "Where do you think you are going? You aren't off the hook either."

Klaus swore as he came back and sat down on the couch, Kol's eyes shooting daggers at him.

He realised the irony of thinking that it sucked for Envy having to explain the last 150 years to her brothers, only for him to have to tell the same story to his siblings.

Klaus, Kol, and Envy all had the same thought at the same time in regards to the same situation. "Shit."