The Salvatore Sister

Chapter Twenty – Uh-Oh Barbie, Let's Go Party

Disclaimer: Don't own it. And yes, the chapter really is called that.

Dear Diary,

After being told that it had been Elena that had saved my life the night of the carnival you can understand that I would be a little grouchy – only joking... I'm freaking pissed. Not that she saved my life, because believe it or not, I am happy about that. It's just that her saving mine and my twin brother's life makes it so much harder for me to hate her. But don't worry, I still do despise her. And I still am going to give her what's been coming to her for a long time – just got to wait for the appropriate time...

I wanted to go kill Sabrina the Teenage Witch for what she did to Damon and I but Stef wouldn't let me. Being the humanitarian he is. Stupid, stupid, stupid little brother. But being the best big sister in the world that I am, I'm not going to kill her because I know that would hurt him – I don't know why.

Everything's just been so fucked up lately – if you'll excuse my naughty language – I don't know how to describe half the shit that's going on. Damon and Stefan are in love with the same girl, who looks identical to a girl they were both in love with over a hundred years ago, who just so happens to be the girl who killed me - and them - and changed me into a vampire – not to mention that that girl is back in town with a plan to kill everyone, slowly and painfully. There's a witch who seems hell-bent on killing me and my twin brother, and I may just have a crush on a guy who may or not be a supernatural being with a supernatural uncle who hates me. And the possible supernatural guy I may or may not have a crush on probably hates me now because I couldn't kiss him back because he reminds me of his dead ancestor who was the first – and only - person I was ever in love with. And you thought your life was crazy...

I have to go. Alaric – my brother's gay lover – is coming over to discuss some shit that I wasn't really paying attention to because Elena was talking, and naturally, I don't listen when Elena's talking.

Until next time,

Amelia Salvatore.

I don't know whether it was fate, or just incredible psychic powers on my part, but as soon as my pen left the old, worn paper of my diary, the sound of someone making their way up to the front door reached my ears, and I peered down the hall, from my position curled up on the couch, with interest. I'm not going to lie, I was excited to meet Alaric, it felt like Damon was bringing a girl – even though he's a dude – home for the first time: it's time to dig out embarrassing stories of Damon. There was a ring of the doorbell and feet moving upstairs, followed by Stefan and Elena walking down to the door. Oh yeah, forgot she was here... And Damon followed down behind them. Oh shit, was there some creepy threesome going on upstairs that I didn't know about?... Why are you even thinking about that, Amelia? Oh my god, stop talking to yourself!

"Thanks for coming, Ric," Stefan said as he opened the door for Alaric, and I looked down to catch my first glimpse of my future brother-in-law.

To be perfectly honest, Alaric was hot. Damon had a good eye – well, except for Elena...and Katherine: so really not a good eye at all. Alaric had the whole older guy thing going on, like George Clooney or Leonardo DiCaprio. I watched as Damon, Stefan, Alaric and Elena entered the drawing room and took up spaces on the couch, and I smirked as I saw Alaric glance at me. He so wants me...

"Ric, this is my psychopath of a twin sister, Amelia," Damon introduced with a smirk, "Psycho twin, this is Alaric."

"Nice to meet you," Alaric said grimly with barely a nod in my direction.

"You too... Ric," I replied, smirking at Alaric, who had chosen to sit at the opposite end of the same couch as me.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Damon asked in an ever so slightly patronising tone, "Coffee? Bourbon? Bourbon into coffee?"

"I'll have something to drink, Damon," I chirped in.

"I wasn't asking you," Damon retorted.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, gay lover comes first..." I mumbled just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Elena mentioned you needed my help," Alaric said, ignoring my brother and my oh so hilarious antics.

"Yeah," Stefan answered the hot history teacher, "We were hoping you could help shed some light on the Lockwood family."

And I hated it to admit it; but now they had my full and undivided attention.

"Now, why would I know anything about the Lockwoods?" Alaric asked, looking at Stefan in confusion.

"Well you wouldn't," Damon smirked, "But your dead-not-dead vampire wife might."

"Isobel's research from when you guys were at Duke together," Elena elaborated, and I wanted to rip my own eyeballs out just at the sound of her voice.

"You said that she had spent years researching this town," Stefan continued.

"Isobel's research here in Mystic Falls rounded in folklore and legends," Alaric explained, and I couldn't help but notice how sexy and deep his voice was, "But at the time I thought much of which was fiction."

"Like that amazing vampire story," Damon said, and I giggled slightly. Cool story bro.

"Aside from vampires," Elena asked, "What else?"

"...The lycanthrope," Alaric answered.

"Wait," I said, joining the conversation, "Like werewolves?"

"No way, impossible," Damon dismissed it and I had to agree with him, "Way too Lon Chaney."

"Is it?" Stefan asked my brother.

"Well, yeah," I quipped in, "Seriously? I mean; werewolves? Please don't turn real life into another 'Twilight', please Stef, I'm begging you."

"And besides," Damon continued, "I've been on this planet for one hundred and sixty some years and never came across one. If werewolves exist, where the hell are they?"

"Why do you suspect the Lockwoods?" Alaric asked curiously.

"Because vervain didn't affect the mayor at Founder's Day but the Gilbert device did and it affected his son, Tyler – the little dick," Damon explained, directing his last few words in my direction, and I just responded with a venomous glare.

"And at the school carnival his uncle Mason exhibited inhumane behaviour when he he got into a fight with a carnival worker," Stefan continued.

"Yeah, but Mason's just a creep," I muttered, putting in my two cents.

Stefan chose to ignore me – again – and elaborated, "It suggests some sort of supernatural entity."

"We were hoping Isobel's research could help us figure out what it is," Elena concluded our little the-Lockwoods-are-supernatural presentation.

"Well, all her things are still at Duke," Alaric replied, "I mean, her office is still there. She's technically still missing."

"So, can we get access to it?" Damon asked.

We all turned to look at Alaric and it was obvious he looked uncomfortable, I guess you would be if three vampires and a bitch jumped you and asked you to raid through your dead-not-dead wife's things – vampire or not.

"Ric, we don't know what we're dealing with," Damon continue, and I swear it almost sounded like he was begging, "If this wolf man thing is true, we have seen enough movies to know it's not good. It means Mason Lockwood is a real life Lon Chaney and that Tyler punk may just very well by Lon Chaney Junior which means Bela Lugosi – meaning me – is totally screwed."
There was a very awkward silence after Damon's little speech when I came out with what I thought was a pretty good one-liner, "Cool story bro, but it needs more dragons and shit."

"I think dragons are the last thing we need right now."

Later on I somehow found myself outside the Gilbert house, next to the car, as Elena, Damon and Alaric prepared to leave for their trip to Duke. The look of happiness on Elena's face when I told Damon I wasn't going with them almost made me want to go just to ruin her happiness, but I could honestly not face a whole day with her.

"Why don't you just come with us, Amelia?" Damon asked, leaning against the car as we waited for Ric to emerge from the Gilbert house and for Elena to stop talking to Stef.

"Well I have two options," I began, "Stay here with Stef and therefore Barbie-Vamp. Or go with you and have to deal with the Katherine Clone... I think I'll stay."

I saw his face tense as I called Elena the "Katherine Clone" again but to be honest, I didn't really care what Damon thought anymore – well, when it came to Elena.

"Although," I continued, "I'd go because of Alaric. He's pretty hot; he has the whole older guy vibe going for him."

"Don't let the Tyler kid hear you say that," Damon warned teasingly, but I still noticed that agitated manner he acted whenever Tyler was mentioned around me.

Thinking about Tyler hurt way more than it should – I mean, it's just a stupid crush. But I know I'd hurt him, and for some weird reason, the thought of me hurting him hurt me. I wish I could fix it, but I didn't know how, I'm not good with this sort of thing – and by 'thing' I mean apologising. It's not like I could tell him the truth: 'hey Ty! I couldn't kiss you back because you remind me too much of your dead ancestor who lived about a hundred and sixty years ago. By the way, I take cougar to an extreme level'. Nope, it won't work.

"I don't think Tyler gives a damn what I think anymore," I murmured offhandedly, not looking at my twin.

"Aw, did you two have a falling out?" Damon teased me in a baby voice and I swear I could've torn his head off – metaphorically of course.

"Go suck Alaric's dick," I fired back before storming away from my brother, but something caught my eye: leaning up at the front of the car were Elena and Stef, only they looked like one person, Elena was sucking my little brother's poor face that hard, "Oh, and Elena?"

When I called her her lips broke away from Stefan's and she looked at me in confusion.

"Stop sucking my little brother's face off, or the O positive I had for breakfast isn't going to stay down for long."

I have a feeling this is going to be a bad day.

Stefan had phoned the witch-chick and asked her to meet him – and technically me – at the Mystic Grill, leaving out the details that he was going to ask Bonnie to do a spell for Caroline, fearing that she would do a no-show. So here I was sitting at the same table as the girl who had attempted to kill me last night, trying my hardest to be civil – and kind of failing at it.

"I don't know how to make a day-walking ring," Bonnie replied after Stefan had made the request that Bonnie make one for Caroline.

"Emily made mine, she made Damon's too. The instructions must be in the grimoire," Stefan answered and I couldn't even be assed asking what the grimoire was.

"That doesn't mean I can cast the spell," Bonnie retorted and I dramatically rolled my eyes at her whining.

"For God's sake Sabrina, just do the damn spell," I snapped at her and just got a look that would've killed me stone dead if looks could kill.

"Bonnie," Stefan sighed, throwing me a warning look, "You know how to drop vampires with a single look..."

"I wouldn't be mentioning that if you value her life, Stef," I interrupted him, giving him a smirk and a meaningful look.

"Amelia," Stefan warned, and then turned back to Bonnie, "I think you can figure it out."

"Caroline killed someone, Stefan," Bonnie snapped.

"Give her a chance, witch," I retorted, weirdly sticking up for Barbie, who I'd never actually spoke to but she still reminded me of myself, "She's just been killed then turned into a supernatural creature she didn't know existed – it tends to mess up your brain a little. You wouldn't understand."

Bonnie once again glared at me but Stefan was surprisingly nodding along with what I was saying, although I'm sure the way in which I was saying it he would not approve of.

"Stefan," Bonnie sighed, "I can't make it easier for her to do it again."

"No, we're not making it easier for her; we're just giving her the chance to survive," Stefan explained, "Listen, every day that she's cut off from her old life: from you; from Elena; from Matt... It'll make it that much harder for her to hold on to her humanity."

"And how do you know she won't hurt anyone else?" Bonnie fired back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't, but if we don't do everything we can to help her, or at least trust the fact that she can keep it together, we might as well just stake her right now," Stefan retorted and I knew he'd won this battle as I watched defeat flash across the witch's face and she sighed heavily.

"I don't know if I can trust her," Bonnie sighed, "Not with this."

"Then trust me," Stefan answered immediately.

I just watched the witch nod her head, and I rolled my eyes – could've just said yes from the start... bitch.

It was a crazy day for going places – usually I would stick around the Boarding House, or the Mystic Grill, I was rarely going around so many places. Now I was at Caroline Forbes' house. It had been pretty awkward at first. Mainly because I had never been invited into her house, and since Caroline is dead that means she's not living – in case you didn't know – so couldn't invite me in. Luckily, since Damon is good friends with Caroline's mum she didn't think it was weird the sneaky manipulation Stefan and I had to pull to get her to invite us in. Now, we were all lounging around Caroline's bedroom as Bonnie prepared to do the spell.

"Oh, I meant to say," I said suddenly, directing it towards Caroline, "I'm Amelia by the way, the sexy beast that saved your life last night."

Caroline looked at me with a somewhat amused expression on her face, although she also looked slightly scared – whether it be because I was new and she knew I was a vampire, or because I had brought up the traumatic experience she had had last night.

"Well, I'm Caroline," she smiled at me and I exaggeratedly winked at her, which she smirked at. I think this is the start of a beautiful sismance – you know, like bromance, but for sisters... God, Damon's right, my jokes are sickening. I'm so disappointed in myself.

"Here," Bonnie said suddenly, tossing a weird looking ring over for Caroline to catch, which she did with ease – new found vampire insists and all...

"So, I don't get to choose the ring I wear for the rest of my life?" Caroline snapped and I smirked. I like her.

"No, no, she wants it," Stefan kicked in, throwing a warning look at Caroline that was so similar to the ones I had recently been receiving, only not as severe.

"Now what?" Caroline asked, clearly patience wasn't a quality she possessed.

"Now's the part where I explain the rules," Bonnie answered, "The witch who spells the ring has the power to dispel it, if you ever hurt anyone..."

"I'm not gonna hurt anyone," Caroline interrupted.

"You're a vampire now," Bonnie said as if it were the simplest thing in the world, "That means the urge to kill is a part of who you are. The minute you let it take over, I will stop you."

"Bonnie, you're supposed to be my friend," Caroline said, and she had a fair point.

"I can't ignore what happened, okay?" witchy fired back, "If you want to be friends you have to prove that the Caroline I remember isn't gone. Now put the ring on the bed."

Caroline obeyed her, placing the ring down onto the top of the neatly made bed.

"Do you really think I meant to kill that guy at the carnival?" Caroline asked.

"He's still dead," Bonnie answered, sounding almost nonchalant about it, "Now, do you want me to cast the spell or not?"

Stefan, Caroline and I watched as Bonnie opened the curtains just enough for light to shine onto the ring, and Caroline recoiled away from the light and I couldn't help but step away from it a little – call it survival instinct – despite the fact the silver pendant I wore around my neck to protect me from the sunlight was still there.

Sabrina then closed her eyes for a few moments until she declared, "All done," and walked over, placing the now spelled ring in Caroline's hand.

"So that's it?" Caroline asked cheekily, "I mean, nothing witchy happened. You know, no flickering lights, no gust of wind. Have you even done this before?"

I couldn't help but smirk as Stefan warned, "Caroline..."

"I just want to make sure it worked..." Caroline tried to defend herself when Bonnie walked over and ripped the curtains right open, allowing sunlight to fill the room. Caroline pulled herself into a small a ball as she could on instinct, but when she realised she wasn't burning she looked horrified.

"It worked," Bonnie muttered like the bad ass she wrongly believes she is.

"What if it hadn't Bonnie?" Caroline snapped, looking at her friend in disgust.

Bonnie threw a look towards Stefan and I, and announced, "She's all yours."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I smiled exaggeratedly before jumping on the bed beside Caroline as she admired her new protective ring.

"So what are we doing today?" Caroline looked up at us expectantly.

"We're going hunting," Stefan announced and I saw a horrified expression flash across Caroline's face.

"Don't worry," I assured her, "When Stefan says hunting he doesn't mean like shooting hunting, with a pack of hounds and a horse. He means you're going to chase cute little bunnies and rip their throats out."

"Amelia!" Stefan snapped at me and I beamed at him in response.

"What?" Caroline looked disgusted just at the thought.

"Just imagine the cute little rabbit Thumper from 'Bambie' when you're doing it," I instructed her with a smirk.

"Amelia, what did I warn you about?" Stefan asked in a parental tone of voice.

"'Not to make Caroline feel uncomfortable about her current situation, what she will have to hunt or her impending blood lust'," I recited with a smirk, "I get it, Stef."

"So you guys really are brother and sister?" Caroline asked looking between us.

"Yep!" I replied chirpily, "I'm older, and therefore wiser, and way more bad-ass."

"Wait..." Caroline said, looking confused, "You're older but Stefan is..."

"Yeah, I turned when I was sixteen and Stef was only little and then he turned when he was seventeen, it's a long, gruelling story and I just want to go have fun," I answered Caroline.

"Now that, I am not disagreeing with," Caroline giggled slightly.

"So how about after you two go eat bunnies," I began, "We go party?"

"Deal," Caroline smiled.

Definitely the start of a beautiful sismance.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASE READ!

I have a few apologies to make so here goes:

1) Sorry this took so long. There are a copious amount of excuses I could use, with exams at the top of the list, but I'm sure you don't want to hear.

2) Sorry it sucked so bad. I just wanted to get something on for you guys. And sorry nothing exciting really happened, it is just setting up for something I think you guys may like in the next chapter.

3) Sorry there are so many page breaks, the current episode is just kind of all over the place and I felt like Amelia had to be there.

4) Sorry in advance that the next chapter probably won't be up for a while, my exams start in a few weeks so I'll be busy studying since it's my Highers - which are your most important here where I live. Sorry. The very latest it will be is June 2nd - set your calenders.

5) Sorry if any avid TwiHards didn't appreciate the Twilight bashing Miss Amelia did - I'm not a hater, in fact I quite enjoy it on occasion. So please don't hate Amelia because of it haha!

IDEAS:

This is going to be one hell of an A/N but I have a few ideas that I wanted to run by you:

-See on June 2nd when I said I would update at the latest, how would you guys like if I uploaded a chapter everyday for the week after it? As long as you promised to get me at least 10 reviews for each chapter? I know that sounds selfish, but I'd need some serious motivation to do that. And tbh I can't promise anything, it was just an idea I had to make up for my awful breaks between updates.

- Would you guys be interested in a competition were the winner gets to name an OC coming up in the story? I'm not entirely sure what I plan to have the competition be but I just want to be an entertaining author - tell me what you guys think?

And also, today I counted out how many hits/visitors I've had for this story and the results were: 49,111 HITS AND 11,996 VISITORS thank you so so so so so much everybody, I really mean it, it means everything to me! Please keep reading & reviewing!

Individual shoutouts return next chapter.

6) Sorry for the looooooooooong author's note. I just never shut up.

PLEASE REVIEW!

-Megan