The brothers were easily peeling off layer after layer from my walls surrounded heart and I found myself wanting to be with them more than anything but the problem was I knew not how to choose between two beautiful, full of potential for greatness vampires which inconveniently shared the same blood. They were both the same yet so different- like two faces of the same coin, one could not exist without the other- together even in death; the brotherly bond was almost unbreakable and I would never mess up with things that overpower me. Little did I know that in falling for both of them I had carved a hole in their friendship that might not be amendable?

The night went away too fast to give space to the morning to shine through the window. My dreams had been the impression of how my life would be with Damon and Stefan by my side and they brought a smile to my face, one I have not plastered in a long time because this time it was real.

I was in great need for a shower but I did not have spare clothes with me…hmm what to do? An evil thought came to my mind and I decided to play a little with whichever brother will cross paths with me first. 'Oh, I'm the devil impersonated!' I thought as I made my way into the bathroom next to my room. I took my calming and refreshing shower then stepped out clad in the smallest bath towel I could find that did little to cover my perfect body; water drops lingering on my bronzed skin and wet blonde hair complimenting my angelic features. I had good genes, that was for sure…as if I would really need it, what with the strength of being an Original, the never dying part and the compelling perk but still, being desired did wonders for my ego.

I descended the stairs feeling the amazing smell of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen- I liked my morning coffee with a side of Salvatore- so I entered the room and spotted Damon at the table with a newspaper in his hands…so my poor victim has been chosen so let the games begin…

"Is there any coffee left 'cause I don't really function without it…?" I flipped my eyelashes at him and smiled that smile, the one threatening with a good time.

He met my eyes and his jaw literally dropped at the sight. He was practically drooling and that's not normal for a vampire…

I cat walked to the espresso machine and made myself a caffè mocha, my favorite; the chocolate gave it a sweeter taste and I am a sucker for sweet.

When he could finally snap himself out of the stupor, Damon had to chastise me about my lack of clothes…

"Do you really have to parade in here wearing only that? It's not that I don't enjoy a beautiful woman in my kitchen, especially when she's almost naked but you could buy me dinner first, you know!"

"Don't flatter yourself, Salvatore. I have no clothes to wear so this is the best I could do in such short notice. I was actually wondering if you or your brother might have some, probably from one of your girlfriends...just until I go into town to do a little shopping of my own."

Shopping- that was one activity I enjoyed immensely- third after blood and sex, of course.

Damon must have seen the way my eyes lit at my own thoughts and had to comment about it…

"What's with women and shopping? It's like you only wear your clothes once and then throw them away to make room for others. You should probably ask Stefan about it, he's the one having girls over all the time." I made it to the door when he stopped me.

"I'll go ask him for you…he's ah…probably still sleeping."

And he rushed upstairs with vampire speed leaving me behind to make a colossal discovery of my own- he didn't want his brother to see me dressed in a small towel, all hot and wet. The older Salvatore was jealous already…

To his misfortunate, when Stefan heard about my problem he had rushed to be the perfect gentleman and provide me with a solution. His eyes darkened with lust and appreciation when meeting my endless legs and perfect cleavage, rendering him almost to the point of ripping the spare clothes he had brought me in order to keep me wearing my current attire.

"Stefan, you're a life saver. Thank you!" I smiled flirtingly at him and set my mug on the table. I slipped by him and went to my room in order to change into something more comfortable, all the while making a note to myself: 'Faze one completed- the boys are attracted to me like a bee to a flower…'

Downstairs, the guys were silent, perhaps contemplating how to approach me but I had things to do before starting faze two of my plan…I needed to feed, then shop…almost the perfect day for me.

"Boys, I'm going out; I have some things to take care of so don't wait up."

I blew them a kiss and their reaction at my gesture was priceless…like two love sick puppies.

"Oh and no more partying while I'm gone, okay? Remember what we discussed last night and be on your best behavior or else I will get upset! Bye…"

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to talk…you know…about why you're here?"

My sweet Damon, always worrying too much…

"All in due time, gentlemen. Right now I need to be somewhere."

Time to feed…

In town I found my perfect victim- young, attractive male, not a smoker, with A negative as blood type. Mhm, delicious…

All I had to do was sway my hips over to where he was standing and make him an offer he could not refuse. 5 minutes later I was drinking his blood behind a building that seemed abandoned, making it good for him because I wasn't the torturous type anymore. Too quickly I heard his moans stop and his heart miss a beat- 'shit, I took too much! I shouldn't wait so long between meals.' I had to bite into my own wrist and give the guy my blood to make his heart function normally and when his eyes opened I compelled him to forget everything about me.

Now that I was in a better mood I attacked the stores for the perfect outfits to impress my new friends, hopefully with benefits soon.

2 hours and one chocolate ice-cream later I was ready to return to my hosts…

Back home, the house seemed to be empty so I figured now was the time to do some research about my boys and their past. Damon's bedroom was Victorian style, very expertly decorated and I felt very comfortable being in here, like it was me that picked all the furniture and arranged it this way. He had lots of books in there so I guessed he was a heavy reader, one of the many qualities I admired at him but in flipping pages randomly, I have come across an old picture of a very beautiful woman. The date it was taken was close to the Salvatores turning which made me believe she was his master…but if that was true, where was she now? I was feeling jealous of a picture and whatever emotions my vampire was still having for this woman, how silly of me really. She was not a threat to me, she may be beautiful and they may share a connection but I'm a freaking Original and I always get what I want!

I was disturbed from my thoughts by the sound of the front door opening so I took off to the room at the end of the hallway, which I was currently occupying and pretended to be reading one of Damon's books.

There was a knock on the door and I allowed my visitors to enter my chamber…

"So we need to talk…"

"You guys are no fun…all you do is talk, talk, talk. How about we play a game instead?"

"Khloe, we need answers. Now is not the time for one of your games."

"How about we play truth or drink…that way you get your answers and I get mine. Plus it is a hell of a lot more fun that way…"

The brothers exchanged looks for a second but in the end decided there was no harm in playing the game so they both nodded. Next thing I know, we were in the living room with 3 bottles of Damon's bourbon in front of us, waiting for the game to begin. Seeing their hesitance, I started…

"So I guess ladies first, right? Who to choose? Well I guess the question fits you both so 'what year were you turned?"

"1864, spring, Mystic Falls. My turn…" Hmm, Stefan was getting straight to the point- I liked that. There was a flash of anger at hearing the answer because the date was the same as the one on the picture which made my fears come true. The woman was indeed the one who had turned my boys but in a way she made me a favor-I wouldn't be here with them if it weren't for her so I decided to let it go, for now.

"How old are you?" A very good question indeed…I was almost as old as time itself but I did not show my age which was very fortunate.

"1145 years, 5 months and 27 days." At that, both their jaws dropped and they stared at me like I was an alien or something. I was relishing in their amazement but the next question snapped me out of it with the force of a truck.

"How did it happen?" It was Damon's time to ask so I could not object…I thought about drinking instead of answering but then I remembered I needed them to trust me so I had to tell the truth. The reminiscing was not my favorite part but it had to be done…now was as good of a time as any other.

So let the story begin…