Another update xDDDD

and daydreamer4life2011 Ariana is Damon's twin. ^.\\ She IS older though! By like... seven minutes.

As I touch down in front of the house I rent half of, I studiously ignore the crow following me. I change back into my human (Well...) form, shaking out my hair. And then I can't resist turning to Damon, knowing that he has changed as well. "Brother." I greet emotionlessly. He smirks, the same smirk which makes my soul soar even as my heart sinks and my blood boils.

"Sister." He returns mockingly.

I glare at him. "Unless you would like to fight in the street, brother, I suggest you come inside." I turn and open the door, and then lean against the frame. He raises his eyebrows at me and then steps into my home. I step in as well, closing the door behind me. He stands there, regarding me... and managing to look down on me while only being an inch and a half taller. How the fuck does he always do that? I glare at him. "Well, why are you here? I don't have all day." I snap.

His smirk grows wider. "I can't just want to have a nice chat with my sister?" He asks sarcastically. My eyes narrow and he chuckles. "I was wondering why you would joke about something so serious as murder, mon sorella*." He laughs.

I growl and slam him into a wall, my temper getting the best of me. "Accidenti a te! Ero serio, bastardo! Essere tua sorella gemella non significa che non ti ammazzo senza pensarci, Damon! Hai perso molto tempo fa che a destra!**"I shout in his smug face, which is slightly red from having the wind knocked out of him. "Capire, idiota?***" I finish, still shouting at the top of my lungs.

He shoves me away. "Forse si dovrebbe guardare il tuo passo maledetto, Ariana. Potrei perdere il mio temperamento.****"

I really can't help what I do next. I didn't mean it, but it's what happened. I smacked him accross the face.

What I wasn't prepared for was the sting I felt in my own cheek. Being close like this, the air practically crackling with hostility only magnified by the fact that we're both feeling it, and therefore reflecting it in an endless cycle. I do my best not to gasp, because I wasn't expecting to hurt myself by hurting him. It's not like I wouldn't have expected it when we were little kids, but there's so much distance between us... Maybe it's from the Power? We're both powerful, so our auras are mingling or something bringing back the bond I thought I'd squelched when we were fifteen? I hurriedly zip away from him and into the kitchen, glaring from behind the counter.

"Well you brought that on yourself." Damon says with a smirk that I want to rip off his face.

"Get the hell out of my house." I say simply. He opens his mouth to reply. "DAMMIT JUST GET OUT!" I shout. And, surprisingly, he actually listens to me for once. I take a deep, shuddery breath as I stare at the door, the slam still echoing. I sigh and sink to the ground in front of the oven, clutching my legs close to my chest and laying my head on my knees.

"Try and catch me, Dai!" I shriek gleefully. He laughs and speeds up behind me. Hindered by my skirts, I trip just as he's about to catch up to me. We both squeak and I grab onto him. We tumble onto the thick rug together, giggling helplessly.

As soon as we can stop giggling, he pushes his thick, straight black hair out of his smiling face, already handsome at six years old. His midnight eyes meet my own and he reaches out and does the same to my hair, which is getting in my mouth. I smile faintly. "Love you Dai." I mumble. He grins.

"Love you too Ari." He whispers, kissing the top of my head...

...And then, in a sudden burst of energy, we both jump up and rush to go see if mother will let two-year-old Stefan come play with us.

Sobs take me over as I remember the happy times. I shield my mind, pulling my powerful aura down around me and trying to stop the memories that only bring me grief.

*My sister

**Damn you! I was serious, bastard! Being your twin sister does not mean that I would not kill you without a second thought, Damon! You lost that right long ago!

***Understand, idiot?

****Maybe you should watch your damn step, Ariana. I could lose my temper.