A/N: Sorry for the wait! I had to work through some writer's block, but I worked through it. Thanks for all the support so far, you guys are awesome. Enjoy!

Last time I checked, I still own nothing besides Ellie and my plot.

Summary: A spell gone haywire, Bonnie accidentally resurrects a long since dead woman, who has no idea who she is other than she woke up in a grave and Caroline has her necklace. But, as it turns out, she has a connection with Damon and Stefan.

Not The Person You Used To Be.

Chapter IV

He had found her in the dark, in the grave yard.

Damon stood by a warn down tombstone, Ellie's back to him. There was barely any light in the part of the grave yard they were in, but he could see her very well. She had disappeared in the early morning, Damon spending the majority of the day keeping an eye out for her.

The thought of her spending a day in the grave yard concerned him, he had noticed a change in her that was a little troublesome. Ellie had become rather distant, which Damon didn't really notice much at first. She was never the most outgoing person. But, there was something in her eyes that made him think twice about it.

He had noticed that she read a lot of Stefan's journal, and Ellie could recall a few brief moments in her past that involved Stefan and himself, but she claimed that she mostly remembered bits of conversation and sometimes the colour on a wall. Nothing too big.

Ellie was sitting on the ground, Damon assuming that her legs had grown tired from standing as her back was to him. Damon recognized the grave she was at, which was her own.

"I really hope you aren't becoming one of those people who hang around in gave yards all day." he commented, noticing the tensing of Ellie's shoulders and the sharp intake of breath. But, that was all she really did to notify him that she finally noticed that he was there.

"I think you should stop reading Stefan's journals," Damon continued, walking forward, "they are turning you all angsty, and you have enough emotions."

"What are you doing here?" Ellie asked, finally turning her head to look towards him as Damon took a seat down beside her.

"I could ask you the same question, sister." he replied, his eyes on Ellie as she turned her head to look back at the tombstone.

"I'm supposed to be dead. Buried in this grave," Ellie said, jabbing a finger into the dirt as if to emphasize her point, "without the intervention of magic, that wasn't even supposed to resurrect me, I would still be dead."

"Well, you are here," Damon said, "suck it up."

"How are you even still alive?" Ellie asked, turning her head to look at him. The question made Damon sigh internally, there was no avoiding the vampire question.

"I died back in 1864, and it's 2011. Over a hundred years that I've been dead, and yet you are here with me."

"It's a really long story, Ellie," Damon said, taking a glance at her, "and I'm sure you know about it if you've been reading Stefan's journal."

"I just wanted to hear it from you, I didn't want to keep thinking that Stefan was a madman and was trying to blame an innocent woman of being a vampire."

"Katherine is far from innocent," Damon said, "and the vampire part is true."

Ellie just nodded her head, a moment passing of her not moving before she jumped up and started to walk away from him. Damon pulled himself up onto his feet, calling out to her.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you!" Ellie called back, Damon clenching his jaw before he started to follow her. He caught up to her easily, grabbing her arm.

"Ellie-" he started, but his sister managed to pull herself from his grip, backing away from him.

"You're a demon," she stated, "a blood sucking monster. Stay away from me."

She turned to walk away from him again, Damon picking up on the racing of her heartbeat. She was scared of him? He guessed that she was reacting like people usually did, in her own way. Minus the screaming, but she was still scared of him.

"Where are you going to go? You don't have a place to stay other than the boarding house." Damon said, Ellie pausing slightly.

"With Caroline." she stated, looking over her shoulder at him. Damon shrugged, walking closer to her.

"Sure," he said, "I hate to burst your bubble, but she's a vampire too. And Elena knows all about us, and Bonnie's a witch. You can't really get away from it all. Besides, I'm your family."

Ellie stopped walking completely, her back to him still. She shook her head before turning to him, a frown on her face.

"Stefan's a vampire too?" she asked.

"He is," Damon said, "though, he's...a little different."

"How so?" Ellie asked slowly, as if she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.

"Well," Damon drawled, sticking his hands in his pockets, "for the longest time, Stefan hated his vampire side and fed on animals, but in the beginning, he was the rip out throats vampire. I guess, long story short, he's a ripper and he tried to repress that side of him with animals."

"What's a ripper?" Ellie asked, crossing her arms.

Damon paused, wondering if he really wanted to tell her. "A ripper is what they call a vampire that rips apart their victims. Usually, vampires leave bite marks and drain humans or animals dry, but rippers actually rip them apart."

Ellie stared at him, looking a bit shaken. "He just...tares them apart."

"Stefan feels guilty about it and tries to put them together afterwords-"

"Oh no," Ellie muttered, pressing her hands to her face, "just stop, I don't..."

"Look, we won't talk about it, okay?" Damon said, "I'm not going to hurt you. I would have already if I was going to."

Ellie looked up, pulling her hands away from her face and regarded him for a few moments. "I don't know what's going on," she said, her voice shaking slightly, "Stefan's missing, not that I would even know who he is if I hadn't read his journal. You are a vampire, and I barely know you. Yet, both you and Stefan are my brothers and vampires? I just doesn't sit well with me."

"It doesn't sit well with anybody," Damon said, "but, that's the way it is."

"I know," Ellie said with a sigh, "I just wish I could have all my memories."

"Well, maybe it's best you don't dwell in the past," Damon suggested, "be in the present, because that's where everything is happening."

Ellie nodded her head, running her hand through her hair. "It's late, I just want to sleep."

Damon nodded, Ellie heading down towards where Damon had come from. She kept a bit of a distance from him, Damon sensing her dislike radiating off her like waves.

"Elena's birthday is this week," Damon said, looking down at his sister as she sat on the sofa with an open book on her lap, "you do know what a birthday is, right?"

Ellie only nodded, looking up from her book but didn't look at him. "I'm not stupid, Damon."

"All this bitterness, especially towards me, doesn't suit you well." Damon commented, walking farther into the study. Ellie followed him with her eyes, a frown on her face.

"I found those maps and newspaper bits in your room." she stated, Damon pausing and raised an eyebrow at her.

"I don't go through your things."

Ellie sighed, "my clothes needed washing, and I was going to borrow one of your shirts for the time being. However, that is not important. Are you looking for Stefan?"

"This doesn't involve you-"

"The hell it does!" Ellie exclaimed, jumping to her feet and threw the book she was holding down on the sofa, "he's my twin brother! You're my brother! It involves me."

"Stefan and I are your brothers, but that's about as far as it goes, Ellie," Damon stated, "Stefan is dangerous, and the person he is with is even more dangerous. You are not going after Stefan."

"Who says you get to make this decision for me?" Ellie asked, crossing her arms.

"Because you are human, and, as far as your knowledge goes, you might as well be a child." Damon said, Ellie staring at him. She didn't say anything, looking down at the couch for a few moments.

"I have to see Stefan again, Damon," she said after a few moments, "I want him to know that I am still alive."

"Stefan hasn't mentioned you once in a long, long time, Ellie," Damon said, "he's moved on, and you stepping in could be disastrous."

"How often have you thought of me?" Ellie countered, "less than him, I'm sure."

"I know you are upset," Damon said, "but don't go throwing your rage at me. If you had any sense, you would see that going after Stefan is dangerous."

Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, closing her eyes. She shook her head, opening her eyes again. "It's odd, the Damon I remember looks like you, but you're not the same."

She shook her head one more time before she turned and walked off, leaving Damon in the study.