When did I last update this? I've been neglecting my stories too much.

I'll update tomorrow also, poor story.

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Scarlett's POV

I took my bike to the mansion; if Alexio was still there he was going to give me answers. I didn't care if he told Klaus about me; soon I wouldn't have to worry about him.

What I did have to worry about was the fact that Salvatore had probably pissed off Elijah; maybe even made an enemy of him.

It was already dark by the time I got home. I walked in through the front door and looked around.

I sensed someone behind me and attacked him, pinning him to the wall. "Alicia, I almost didn't recognize you."

I grinned. "And you haven't changed at all Alex, still Klaus' bitch?"

He shrugged. "It beats having to watch my back every second of every day."

I let him go. "Not when you know you can't die."

He rubbed his neck. "But you forget; you can die."

I walked over to the couch and pulled the sheet from it. "I can but it's close to impossible." I sat down. "Now are you going to tell me why you're here or do I have to force you into telling me?"

He shook his head and sat at the opposite end of the couch. "You know exactly why he's here, Alicia."

I looked at him. "It's Scarlett, don't forget that. And tell me everyone's talking about the great Klaus coming but he never showed up so when is he coming?"

He looked at me and grinned. "What, can't wait to be killed?"

I shook my head. "Can't wait to kill him, you know I'd do whatever it takes."

He nodded. "But will you truly do anything to get to him?"

"Look just tell me what I want to know." I snapped at him.

"Oh Alicia, you know I can't do that." He smirked at me.

I looked at him. "This reminds me of old times, don't you think?"

Before he could say anything else I lunged at him and knocked him on the floor, he had me pinned to the wall in a second. "You're not even trying, Alicia."

I grinned. "You want me to try? I'll try." I focused on causing him pain and he fell on the floor clutching his head again. "I thought you knew better than to try to take me on."

I stopped my concentration and kneeled down next to him so I could whisper in his ear. "This is a warning to you and everyone helping Klaus; I will do anything to destroy Klaus, even give up my life. I've lived for so long I'm not afraid to die, now leave before I cause enough pain on you to make you wish you were dead."

I stood up and walked over to the couch. "Well Alicia, I was wrong; you haven't changed a bit in these, what? 700 years?"

I turned back to face him. "That's where you're wrong Alex; I have changed, more that you could possibly imagine."

He walked over to where I was standing. "You'd still do anything for the people you love. Don't you remember what happened with him?"

I turned to face him. "How could I forget?"

He smirked. "Yes, how could you indeed? Your older brother, you would have done anything to protect him, am I right? But then he got power hungry and used you."

I grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the nearest wall, I could feel my thirst getting to me. "You don't have to remind me, I remember everything. Now, I'm going to let you go and if you don't leave I will kill you, too."

He nodded. "I'll leave, but just remember he's taken your happiness before; he can take it again."

I let him go and he left before I could stop him.

I fell to my knees crying. He reminded me of something I've wanted to forget for hundreds of years, he reminded me of how Klaus just used me, I loved him, my oldest brother but in the end his greed almost got me killed. We weren't like the other originals, that's what made us closer. Mom had an affair with a werewolf, what the others don't know is that she also had an affair with a warlock.

Damon's POV

I drove over to where she was staying but I didn't find her motorcycle, she had probably gone back to the mansion.

I drove over to the house and got out of the car, the doors were open but I remembered I couldn't get in without being invited. "Scarlett; you in there?"

I saw she was sitting in the couch. She was me and wiped her eyes but I could still see the tears. "What do you want, Salvatore?"

I looked at her as she stood in the door frame. "Well, I wanted to talk to you but I looks like found you crying instead; so what's wrong?"

She glared at me. "That's none of your business Salvatore, now go home."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Can I come in?"

She looked at me up and down and smirked. "I don't know, can you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She crossed her arms and stood back from the door.

"I knew there was something different about you, Damon. You and your brother but you're not witches, you're not werewolves and now I'm going to figure out what you are." My eyes widened as she grabbed something that must have been a Grimoire. "Let's see, what spell will let me find your secrets." She stopped and looked up at me. "Unless, you tell me yourself."

I crossed my arms. "Why do you want to know what I am? It doesn't really matter, all that matters is keeping Elena safe."

She nodded. "That's right; you want to keep the doppelgänger alive. In that case, tell me and I'll help you save Elena." She closed the Grimoire and went to set it down in the table. "Have you ever been in this house before, Damon?"

I nodded. "Millions of times."

She smiled. "Then you must know the house pretty well."

I put my hands to my side. "If you have a point, get to it."

She raised her hands. "Hold on, I'm getting to it." She walked back to the edge of the door. "How is it that I have to invite you in-order for you to come in?" She gestured to the bottom of the door. "Unless, you want to prove me wrong by coming in without an invitation?"

She grabbed the door. "How old are you?"

"What does it matter to you?"

She tilted her head. "I'm sure your dying to come in; you know Scarlett left everything she owned when she left. Everything's still here; her dresses; her jewelry but most importantly, her memories. Not tell me how old you are?"

I smirked. "I'm 168 years old, you happy?"

She frowned. "So you're the original Damon Salvatore, and your brother's the original Stefan?"

I nodded. "Yes; that we are."

She sighed and stood still for a second before stepping to the side. "Would you like to come in Damon?"

I grinned. "Why I would love to."

I went in but she stayed at the door. "Do you know how much pain you caused her?"

I turned to face her but she wasn't looking at me. "What do you mean?"

She just went to sit on the couch. "You were her best friend and you threw her away for some vampire girl that came to live in the town, you broke her heart. Why didn't you just let her leave three years earlier like she wanted?"

I stood where I was. "I didn't know I was hurting her."

She looked up at me and stood. "But you did, more than you can imagine. Did you even feel anything for her when you kissed her? She loved you, she would have died for you." She was now standing in-front of me. "Why couldn't you have just loved her back?"

"You don't know anything, so don't act like you do."

She looked up at me. "You weren't even with her when she needed you the most. At least Stefan came to tell her how sorry he was but you didn't even come, her family had just died and you were off somewhere with Katherine. You know what the worst part is? Even after that she still loved you. Did you even bother to look for her afterwards?"

I shook my head. "I couldn't, I was a vampire; I wasn't going to let her turn for me."

She looked shocked. "How did you turn?"

I shook my head. "You don't want to know."

She grabbed my hand. "I want to know, please tell me."

I nodded and walked over to the couch. "Three days after she left; Katherine was taken along with the other vampires in town. We tried to save her but we got shot, by our father. We turned because we had her blood in our system."

She was sitting next to me. "What made you decide to turn?"

"It was Stefan; he was the one who convinced me to turn."

She nodded. "Was he the one who killed so many people?"

I looked up at her. "How did you know?"

She shrugged. "There were a lot of deaths. It was rumored that it was a crazy vampire but all the vampires were dead. So it didn't make any sense, until now."

"How did you know about the vampires being dead?"

She smiled. "You forget, my family comes from a long line of witches. Scarlett was also part of the council when her family died." She got up and walked over to the Grimoire. "This was hers; the only thing she took with her when she fled."

I walked over to the book. "I saw her with this once; she always had it hidden."

She nodded. "Her Grimoire; it has thousands of information in here." she looked up at me. "You were in the Civil War?"

I nodded. "Part of the Confederate Army."

She opened the Grimoire. "That's right, but you quit which your father didn't like." She pulled out a paper from the book and handed it to me. "This was a letter that she had; she kept it just in case anything ever happened to her. She never had the chance to give it to you, though. She would have wanted you to have it." I looked at the paper in my hand.

"Why give it to me now?" She smiled and put the Grimoire in her bag.

"You can't just take my word for it about how much she loved you, read it and you'll know everything." She walked out of the house and went to her bike again.

I debated on whether to read it now or wait. In the end I put it in my pocket and went to my car.

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