"Brother, what do you want?" Came the harsh response. Damon couldn't exactly blame his brother, or at least, not justifiably. He hadn't been in Mystic Falls for a very, very long time, and yet here he was, requesting a room at the Inn, or, rather, the Salvatore Boarding House.

"Oh, Stefan, spare me the drama, would you?" Damon rolled his eyes, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, smiling at the familiar burn it left on his throat when he brought the glass to his lips. There was nothing like the taste of good whiskey, well, maybe one thing- blood, the fresh kind, not the mass-produced animal-blood Stefan made a habit of stocking up on. "I have a lead on a certain vampire, so I'm here to check it. Don't-" he turned to glare at his brother, "even try to stop me… or get in my way." He refilled his glass, "This place is just as much mine as it is yours, so stop being so damn territorial." He took a swig of the whiskey, "I really need a proper drink…" Damon looked at his brother, who was still scowling, "Lighten up, brother!" he grinned, knowing that there was about as much chance of Stefan Salvatore lightening up as there was of this "lead" being worth the dark haired vampire's time. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could find a group of pretty girls to drink, would you- maybe a trio of high-school girls who read YA Fiction about romantic vampires and fantasise about the real life thing?"

Stefan Salvatore shifted on his feet, uncomfortable with the subject of conversation, "No, Damon, and I would appreciate it if you could try some discretion while you're here. I am trying to co-exist, after all." He glanced nervously at his brother, knowing full well that there was little chance of Damon exercising discretion, especially not for his benefit, "I don't approve of your… drinking habits, so don't flaunt them too much please."

Damon rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah, I forgot who I was talking to for a minute then." He took another sip of his drink, his eyes not leaving the anxious form of his brother, "I forgot I was talking to Mr-I-eat-squirrels-not-humans." He rolled his eyes, "It's not very safe, brother, drinking second-class blood. In order to control your true nature, you have to be full. To be full, you have to drink blood."

"I do drink blood-" Started Stefan.

"Real blood." Damon shook his head at his brother, "Honestly, you are a complete idiot, you know that, right?" He sighed, "Anyway, were getting off track. All I was trying to say is that I am here, in the lovely Mystic Falls, on… business." He settled on the word uneasily, "Just stay out of my way, and I won't cause any trouble. On purpose." Stefan glared so Damon threw up his hands, "I make no promises" Trouble follows me, remember?" Stefan did remember; wherever he went, Damon followed, and in almost the same fashion, trouble followed suit.

Stefan dug his hands into his pockets, walking away, "Fine, but please, try to stay out of trouble." He looked back at Damon, who was smirking triumphantly, "For old times' sake?"

Stefan was curious about what this supposed "business" of Damon's was, not to forget these ominous leads he was here to check out, but Stefan knew better than to involve himself in that; it never ended well.

[Katherine's POV]

I looked at my reflection, smirking happily. I stood in the dressing room for a sweet, small boutique, searching for something pretty to wear when I walked back into my darling Salvatore boy's lives. I had picked out a few outfits. There were skirts, jeans, shorts, sweaters and halter neck tops, but in the end, I chose a dress. It was a dark red colour, almost like blood- a shade only a vampire would recognise- and it ended mid-thigh. It had thin spaghetti straps, there for the mere purpose of making it look at least a little bit casual. The neck line was a sweetheart border, and the dress stuck to my narrow waist and breasts, but flowered out slightly at my hips. I looked good.

My shoes went nicely with the dress too, delicate black heels. The colour of the dress set my creamy complexion off nicely, and my hair looked an even darker shade of ebony in contrast to my fair skin and the dark dress. Stefan surely couldn't deny me if I was looking this beautiful. Maybe, I was vain, but what did that matter? Oh, yeah, it didn't.

I left the unwanted garments in the changing room, folding the clothes I had worn up and putting them in my oversized, black leather bucket bag. I left the store, compelling the woman to tell me that I looked so lovely, she had to insist that it was on her; who was I to deny her that? I left the shop, wearing the new dress, along with my own black leather jacket. I stopped outside the Salvatore Boarding House. Would it be so bad I paid a visit to my adorable little Stefan? It would probably make his day.

With a smile on my face, I entered the Boarding House, only to hear noise coming from the living room. I recognised the voices of the two Salvatore brothers. Grimacing, I ascended the staircase, letting myself into Stefan's bedroom. It was quaint, and just like Stefan. I had missed him so much. I lay down on his bed; I so wanted to see him.

I had seen him a fair few times over the past century or so. I had watched him from the back of a Concert arena; I had followed him through crowded streets; I had even gone as far as sneaking into his room in the daytime to read his little journal- which, may I add, was too adorable to be true, but it was. This was why Stefan was my favourite Salvatore. He was sweet and sensitive and so adorable, I just wanted to look out for him. Not to mention, he was gorgeous. He had certainly taken the years well- he was more handsome now than he had been when I left him back in 1864.

I sprawled out on his bed, resting my head between his two pillows, inhaling his scent. The sheets were soft and white, and it almost made me laugh out loud as I imagined the domesticated Stefan Salvatore washing his sheets. I loved him back in 1864, and I still love him so much now.

The door opened- I heard it- and I sat up, meeting the incredulous eyes of Stefan. I smiled, "Hello, love." I greeted. I know he hadn't seen me for a long time, but still- he could do more than stand there, "Oh, come on, it's me, Stefan. I've missed you." I told him, smiling.

He swallowed, closing his mouth and biting his lip. Again, adorable. He slowly, silently, shut his bedroom door, and then, moving as quick as lightning, he was next to me, on the bed. Both his large hands held the sides of my head, flattening my hair, but I only grinned at him, "Miss me?" I asked.

His lips widened to a wide, lazy smile and he kissed me quick, pulling back too soon for my liking, "Katherine…" he said, grinning. "Oh, God, I've missed you." He kissed her again, one of his hands moving to stroke my waist.

[CHANGE TO 3RD PERSON TENSE]

She still looked as beautiful as he remembered her to be, but she had moved with the times in the best way she possibly could. Her dress was short- but not in an outrageous way- and her eyelashes bore the extension of dark mascara. He kissed her again, his hand trailing further down her waist, over her hip, resting on her thigh. "Where were you? I never stopped worrying about you, Katherine." He looked concerned, "Would it have been that difficult to let me know you were safe- no, alive?" he was frowning at her now.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry, Stefan. There was nothing I could do." She pouted, watching him melt at the sight of her wide, dark eyes. He couldn't stay mad at her, not even after everything she had left him to deal with on his own.

"What? Couldn't you have texted me? Left an e-mail or a note or something?" he wasn't really annoyed though, not anymore. He had moved past that, and back to his earlier excitement. She was back, with him. He kissed her again; he wouldn't be letting her go so easily.

"Listen, Stefan," she drew back, stroking the line of his jaw, "You can't tell Damon I'm back yet, alright? It's our little secret."

He nodded, "Okay. As long as I have you back," he pulled her close, wrapping his arms tight around her waist, "I'm all good." he smiled against her hair, kissing her head gently, and she snuggled closer into his embrace. Now this, she had really missed.

A/N: Hi, so… sorry it's been a while since I last posted a chapter. I only have one excuse… I've fallen back into my obsession/love affair with The Mortal Instruments book series (especially the MALEC scenes). Do any of you read TMI? If so, who do you ship? My TMI OTP's are Malec, Sizzy, Jaia, and of course Clace- even if that last one does get on my nerves sometimes…

ANYWAYS! So, I watched the new episode of TVD this evening, and there was Steferine- as well as the Delena break-up *ouch*- and I nearly exploded from all the feels… and that inspired me to write a chapter for my TVD fanfiction.

Hopefully it wasn't too much of a disappointment… bye! Kate xxx