Chapter 2: Home Sweet Home?

I.P.O.V.

You might call it that, but I call it a temporary place to crash. I mean I'm only here until I figure out exactly what drew me back to this place that started a whole new chapter in my life. The one I, as well as my brothers, have been stuck on since 1864 during the Civil War.

Stefan guides me into the house to my old room right next to his. Us being twins we were always close. After the transformation we could sense each other's pain and sometimes emotions. Right now though he is blocking me out completely, you see although Stefan and I are twins Damon and I are a little more alike personality wise. Both of us are dark and I at times don't care at all, not about my life or others just go and sulk. Until I get hungry.

Well we round the corner to my room, it is exactly as it was all those years ago. Suddenly Stefan breaks my train of thought by saying, "Zack will be staying with us for a while. We have to pretend that he is our uncle."

"Ok" I said, "Right now all I want to do though is unpack and go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning?"

"See you in the morning." Stefan replied, "By the way we both are starting school tomorrow, do what you have to, to get in I know I will."

"Ok see you later." I said.

As Stefan left the room I heard a rustle behind me and noticed a crow sitting on my bed. When I turned back around I saw Damon. We just stared each other down for a couple of minutes then he took a step towards me and then ran out the window. I sat down on my bed and said, "What the hell just happened?" Apparently I said it a bit to loud cause Stefan came back into the room.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"Nothing, I guess that I've been gone longer than I thought and I must be tired from the walk and coming here." I replied. I closed my eyes and saw the boarding house back in 1863. I was leaving for the war disguised as a 17 year old boy in my brothers' unit. I knew they would eventually find out who I really was but, I hoped that it wouldn't be until they were leaving to go back home. When I opened my eyes I was almost hoping that the sight would stay the same, before we all died and became what we are. But, I knew that it wouldn't.

"I almost wish that it never happened." I said just as Stefan was turning to leave.

"What?" He asked.

"I almost wish that none of us ever became what we are now, if I hadn't been foolish and gone off to war I would have lived and died from my wounds. I wouldn't be this living dead thing that I am." I explained.

"Izzy," Stefan said using my nickname, "you know we all wouldn't have survived without each other. Damon and I would have made sure we died for real if we found out our sister was dead. And I mean really dead."

"I know Stefan, but still it would have been easier dieing with my fellow soldiers. I mean I had many of their dead bodies piled on top of me, even after all these years I still have nightmares about that, and the faces of the men I killed. But the worst is the single face of the one who tried to end my life." I had to pause as the face entered my mind. "I want to forgive him but I never will. How could anyone forgive the man who tried to kill them. I mean you and Damon still haven't completely forgiven one another."

I knew the last thing that I said had moved Stefan to the bone and he turned and left with a mumbled good night. So I changed into something more comfortable and laid my head down. Then prayed for a dreamless sleep.

Well there's chapter 2. Hope you all liked it. Please review to give me ideas about future chapters.

*Isabelle is torn between which of her brothers to go by, and her past especially her "death" disturbs her. Also she is closer to Damon than Stefan or anyone else is.