Chapter 2

After my transition I was a different person, literally. Damon and I traveled a few towns over and decided to stay for a little while and sort out the situation. It did not take long for people to hear of the tragic accident that killed the Catherine Stone, the daughter of a rich man, so we decided it would be best if I changed my last name to match his. So from that day in 1889 on, I was known as Catherine Salvatore, sister of Damon Salvatore.

The next hundred years were the best of my life, and Damon was there the time. We were in New York in the 1920's, Chicago when the stock market crashed in the 1930's, Germany for a short time in the 1940's and really liked it there, but Damon thought it was best if we moved on when the Nazis started to cause trouble, but my favorite was California in the 1970's. Little did I know that all these fun times would soon come to an end the day Damon decided he was home sick.

We arrived in Mystic Falls, Virginia somewhere around 2:00 am. It was late, and I was beginning to get a little hungry, thus making me very cranky. "Are we there yet? I'm starving. And we just pull over and let be pick off a camper or something?" I wined from the passenger seat as Damon pretended he couldn't hear me.

"I told you we're almost there. Do I need to pull over and tell you again?" he said jokingly.

"Yeah, because that's what I wanted." we looked at each other a minute, then start laughing. I elbow him in the arm than lean my head against the widow. He can tell I'm upset so he says,

"Don't be mad at me, I'll get you something to eat when we get to the house." What Damon doesn't know is that the house is what I'm upset about. The night Damon turned me was the last time I saw my home in Charleston, South Carolina, and every time I ask him if we could spend a little time there, he say 'no, it's to risky for you to go back, because someone might recognize you'. It's not like I haven't been gone for over a hundred years and anyone old enough to remember me is dead by now.

I know it sounds childish, but I miss my home, and when he decided it was time for us o move on and I suggest Charleston for the millionth time, and he says he already has a house in Virginia ready for us, I can't help but feel a little hurt.

After another twenty minutes of driving, we finally arrive at the house. "Well Cat, what do you think of the Salvatore Boarding House?" Damon asked me as we step out of the car. He is already opening the trunk of the car to get the bags when I say

"Did you say Salvatore?" I asked in an aggravated tone.

"Yeah, why?" he asked in a distracted voice. I make a noise at him almost like a snort, and walk off towards the woods. "Cat, wear are you going?" he asked. I could tell he was starting to get annoyed with me, and who could blame him, I've been unpleasant the entire drive here.

"Hunting." is all I say to him.

"What about your stuff?"

"I'll get it later." I say not looking back at him. I love Damon, but sometimes he can be so clueless. I mean, how he could think I would be happy about coming to live in the town that he grown up in, when he has told me countless time how "dangerous" it is.

I don't know how long I was gone, but when I got back to the house, I was surprised to find that Damon was not alone in the house. I didn't see anyone, but I could feel someone. "Damon!" I said calling for him.

"In here!" he shouted back from the living room. I walked in and saw him on a sofa talking with another man. This man, who was more like a 17 year old boy, looked a lot like Damon, he had a similar built, but his hair was darker than Damon's. In a way he looked more like my "brother" than Damon did.

"Who's this?" I ask.

"What no 'hello loving brother, I'm sorry I acted like such a brat for the almost ten hour drive'?" he said jokingly, but with a little edge.

"Oh come on Damon, be nice." said the stranger "Hi, I'm Stefan. Damon's brother." I could not believe my own ears. Damon had a brother! After A hundred and three years pretending to be my brother, he never once mentioned that he had a biological brother, who coincidentally was a vampire. You would think he would a mentioned that at some point!

"I'm going to bed." I say as I start to walk towards the staircase.

"Your room is the first door on the right. I already brought you stuff up." Stefan said. I turn and look at the two of them, but say nothing. Damon must be reading my face because as soon as I shut the door to my room, he opens it only to come in and shut the door behind him.

"What the hell is matter with you?" I have never seen him look at me this way before. He looks so angry.

"What's the matter with me, what's the matter with you?" I'm shouting now, "I've been asking you for years if we could stay in Charleston for a while, but every time you say it's too dangerous. Well if it's so dangerous, why are we here?" I have never yelled at him before. I mean, I've yelled at dozens of people, but never Damon.

"Is that what's been bothering you! Gosh Cat why didn't you say something instead of pouting like a four year old." he turns and starts walking around the room, probably trying to cool his temper. Then he turns and says, "And what was the point of acting like that towards Stefan, huh, you don't even know him…" he was saying but I was so mad I couldn't let him finish.

"Exactly! I don't know him. I never even know about him!" I turn towards my suitcase and start looking for my pajamas, so I don't have to look at Damon.

"What?" is all Damon can say as he tries to think of something to say. I found what I was looking for, but I was still so mad at him I through them down and turned to face him.

"You know everything about my life! What my father did, who my mother was, you know I had a brother named Jefferson, but not once did you mention that you had a brother!" I'm crying now, and I'm too tiered to fight with him anymore. Damon must sense this because he says,

"I'm going to bed." and walks out, slamming the door behind him. I slid to the ground and cry for about five minutes. After that I pick my blue checkered pajama shots off the ground, find the mating spaghetti strap tank top, take off my skinny jeans and my red ruffed tank top that I have been wearing for the past 27 hours, put on the pajamas, and crawl into bed.

The bed was surprisingly soft, but despite how tiered I was, I could not fall asleep. I kept thinking about how angry was at Damon, and all the things I said to him. But the thing was, I wasn't made at him anymore, and all I wanted to do now was see him. So I got out of the extremely cozy bed and walked down the hall to Damon's room. I knocked on the door hoping he was still awake, and when I saw his light turn on I opened the door and stuck my head in his room "Damon" I said remorsefully.

"Cat, It's almost four in he morning, what do you want to yell at me about now?" I could tell he was irritated that I had woken him up.

"I just," I'm crying again, "wanted to say, hello loving brother, and I'm sorry I was such a brat on the almost ten hour car ride here." I'm sobbing, and as soon as I finish my sentence Damon gets out of his bed and comes to me and hugs me.

"It's okay Cat." That's all Damon says to me, and it's all he has needs to say. After he pulls away from the hug, he gets backing his bed. In still standing in front of the closed door when he looks at me from his bed. This look is one I've seen before. It's the look he gives me when he figures out what I want just by looking at my face. This look tells me that I can have the thing I was asking for.

So I walk over to the bed and crawl in with Damon. I'm still crying a little so he raps his arm around me and I curl up close to him. I love Damon. Not in a romantic way, but in a way that is entirely our own. A love that will never change, because of moments like this one. A moment where, even after a fight like the one we just had, we can still sleep in the same bed together, with me curled up like a cat at his side, and him holding me close.