Hi everyone. Sorry this is a little late, I'm on holidays in Spain with my family so I don't have much time to work on it

The house was perfect. It was big and luxurious. The only thing that annoyed me was the forty or so people assembling and placing furniture. But other than that it was perfect. I wondered around the huge mansion. I noted that there was plenty of room so my siblings wouldn't be in continuous contact. My boots clicked on the hard wood floor. Echoing in the well lit hallway. I just milled about, admiring the house until I came to an open door.

Inside were several art easels tons of paint tubes and millions of canvases. I surveyed what would soon be Niklaus's studio. The windows had a brilliant view of the surrounding forest and lake. It was peaceful. To pass the time, I painted. Hours later I had a drying canvas of shimmering snowflakes. The workers had left not too long ago and the house was silent. Boredom was an old enemy of mine and now it reared it's ugly head. I sighed annoyed by my attention span. I decided that I should get some groceries for the house and pick up some sustenance from the hospital.

The dirt road was getting on my nerves. Rocks flew up from the road and scratched my beautiful car's paint job. I stroked the dash board. "I promise that this will be on of the last times I drive you on this road my lovely," I told my car lovingly. She purred in agreement. A smile curved upon my lips. But I was faced with a problem. Where do I stash her?. Because I wasn't going to even chance the return trip. I thought on it and found a solution to my dilemma.

"Elena!" I called from outside the huge house. "Coming!" I heard her shout back from inside. I walked up the font steps and plastered a friendly smile on my face. She opened the door and embraced me. I was surprised but quickly recovered and hugged the slim girl back. "Hey," She grinned after releasing me. I greeted her and asked for a favour. She agreed to protect my car with her life. I trusted her. Although she was compelled to be my friend I did enjoy her enthusiasm, occasionally. She invited me inside but I refused, telling her I had to go somewhere. She looked disappointed but didn't make a fuss.

Sadly the closest car dealership was three towns away. I was a Vampire so it didn't really matter and besides I hadn't ran for a while. I cruised back into Mystic Falls inside a small silver family car. It was nice but nothing like my Corvette. After I'd finished my errands the house was fully stocked with blood, orange juice and millions of other things. As it turned out the house had a small vegetable garden and orchard. The orchard only had eight trees but it was nice.

My phone started buzzing. I looked at the caller ID. "Private Number?" I murmured to myself. I answered it and was greeted by my brother.

"Hello, Little sister,"

"Niklaus!" I exclaimed.

"The one and only."

I smiled. "I presume it was you who was trying to track me?" he said

"Yeah, I need you to come back to Mystic Falls."

"Why?"

"Father has returned,"

I heard a sharp intake of breath from the phone. "Did he hurt you?" his voice had become fierce and protective

"Nothing I didn't recover from," I said "I need you to get your werewolf butt back to Virginia,"

"When did you start giving the orders," he joked

I laughed, "I've always given the orders brother, Now march."

He laughed and we exchanged some more banter before I said goodbye and hung up. I called Rebekah again to give her the new address and the good news of our impending reunion. After I finished with that I rang Marina and told to visit with Henrick. Luckily they could get here before the rest of my siblings. I hummed happily as I wandered though the empty house again. I sighed. Without my siblings I was continuously bored.

Then I heard a knock on the door. My mood immediately got better. Hopefully it was Marina but no matter who it was they would provide a much needed distraction. I pretty much skipped though the house to the big intricately carved front door. The smile that I had worn when I opened the door melted into a scowl. "What do you want Enzo?" I asked. "To dig up all your secrets." He said strolling past me into the house. My anger flared. His expression was flippant but there was something else in his dark brown eyes.

Before I could figure out what it was, he turned to examine a vase of purple orchids. "Nice place you got here, how many people did you have kill?" he asked facing me again. The unknown emotion was gone, smothered by humour. I filed the puzzle away for later as I focused on the problem at hand. My eyes narrowed. "I'm not a psychopath," I told him closing the door. He chuckled flopping on a leather love seat. "What are you then?" he asked, his voice sincere. I looked back at him in surprise. The glimmer was back in his eyes. But he squashed it when I looked at him.

"I'm an immortal vampire with family issues," I said. He grinned. It was a humorous grin but it also had a spark of something else. I wondered what else his lips were good at. As if reading my mind Enzo's grin became a very open invitation."What are you doing, stop that!" the voice in the back of my head said. I snapped out of my haze and got back to business.

He looked confused and a little disappointed when I said, "Get out of my house." "But why?" he smiled. "Because my business is mine alone," I said opening the door for him. His smile returned and he shrugged. "What ever makes you happy, your Highness." he said with a sweeping bow. I smiled a little bit at this. "Actually it's 'Your Imperial Majesty'" I said over my shoulder. I heard him chuckle as the door slammed.

I sighed and slid onto the love seat he was sitting on and I felt his residual warmth seep into my skin. It made me want him to come back. "Ugh, you're letting him seduce you Alverna," I told myself aloud. I stood up and quickly found something to occupy my time. It turns out that colour coding paint tubes is a great way to not think about sexy vampires with intoxicating accents.

What you you think? Should I continue with the Alverna/Enzo dynamic our should I spice things up by adding another person to the mix?