I own only my OC. Sarafina Salvatore. I imagine her to look something like Julia Voth or Serinda Swan, but feel free to see her however you wish.

I do not own anything recognizable as being part of The Vampire Diaries or from any other source.

Sorry if it takes me a while to post after today. The semester is ending, so you know, finals and studying. I'll try to keep it up. The more notifications I get the more drive I'll have to keep working on it though.

Thank you to everyone that is reading.

It will take a while to really figure out what Sara is; it's complicated. I promise you will eventually find out though!

Chapter 3

Stefan and Sarafina both decided to go for a shower, it was much needed. Spending time crawling through dirty caves did not agree with them. She had an attached bathroom, much like both her uncle and father. Hers was similar to Damon's. Although she had the entire bath area made of dark stone. The bath was made to appear as part of the floor and wall from a distance. The shower was all glass. The far side of the shower was a window instead of a wall, although it would frost over on command. At this moment she had the upper half clear, and the lower half frosted. She could see out into the forest and surrounding area, but all of her more important parts were covered by the frost so that no one, not even a vampire, could see her indecent.

She was in her own little world thinking over everything her uncle and father had told her. She sometimes wondered how those two were still alive, actually she always wondered this. They seemed to piss everyone off and make it out alive solely by dumb luck.

Her thoughts were disturbed by her father knocking. "Sara, get dressed. Family meeting."

She hurried up and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. She didn't know where they were going, but she followed her ears to her Uncle's room. Stefan had just put his shirt on. She'd seen him shirtless before, as they'd lived together, but it still felt weird seeing him dressing.

"I didn't ask. Elijah and I have scheduled a very old-fashioned sit-down with you and Klaus. I say go with the black. Makes you look all villainy." Damon's tone of voice left little room for discussion, but Stefan wasn't having it.

"Klaus won't make a deal, Damon."

"Am I coming? And if so, what does one wear to an 'old fashioned sit down'?" Sara asked them both, making her presence known.

"He doesn't have to. All we're doing is buying a little time to give our wicked witches a chances to pop the top off the coffin. And you little one aren't coming. I'd rather he never knew about you. But now that you're here it's only a matter of time. Let's keep you a surprise." He winked at his daughter.

"So, that's your plan? Stall Klaus?" Stefan seemed incredulous. He didn't think it was a bad idea, but didn't want Damon to know that.

Damon scoffed. His brother thought brute force was the way to go, normally he'd be right there along side him, but this time they needed to think through ever move. They were at war with the worlds oldest warriors. "If you didn't go postal on his hybrids, then maybe we'd have some options."

"So you unleashed an Original to help him out?"

"Undaggering Elijah might actually be smart Uncle Stef. If what you've told me is true, he'll be pissed at his brother. How sassy can one man be? Instead of giving him his family back, he killed him to 'reunite' them. Twisted bastard." She couldn't help the small amount of admiration in her voice. After all she was Damon's daughter, she could admire his diabolical mind.

"There's nothing smart about trusting Elijah. He screwed us over last time he promised to help us kill Klaus." Stefan wasn't ready to trust any Original. He just couldn't, honourable or not.

Damon stepped closer to his brother. "Yeah, the way you've been acting, I trust him about as much as I trust you."

This was quickly becoming a fight. Sarafiona, as always, needed to referee the two children who'd raised her. "Guys, calm down. Damon trust goes both ways, and Stefan, Elijah is honourable. Plus, he," Her head nodded towards her father, "was a jack ass for kissing Elena." She placed herself between them. "Day, go get ready in your room. Stefan, get ready, you're going, and you'll both behave."

Damon left the room to get ready, he knew not to argue with his daughter when she got bossy. She was usually right anyways. She'd saved both their asses more times than they'd like to admit. She was the thinker of the family.

Not long after, Sarafina asked her Uncle if he was alright. He told her that he was, so she left. She'd find something to occupy her time until they got home. She knew he wasn't okay, but he'd talk to her when he was ready. They'd always been more like siblings, so he always did tell her everything. Well he used too. Apparently not since he'd come back home.

Thinking of how they hadn't told her anything, she decided pay back was in order. She spent her night coming up with a list of pranks she could pull as retribution. She'd come up with quite a few good ones when she decided she'd had enough.

She picked up her phone, and dialled.

"Hello Angel, what can I do for you?"

"Hey, question, did they ever find out their favourite adopted child was still alive?"

"Now Sara, you know they didn't. Why do you ask?"

"Dad and Uncle Stef got involved with them. They fell involve with the new dopppleganger. Just wanted to know. I feel like I'll end up seeing them. Guess you're my dirty little secret."

"Thank you doll. I'm not ready to share my kingdom. If you need anything, let me know. I miss my favourite little witch. Visit me soon. The Quarter misses it's Queen."

"We both know the next time I'm home there will be a week long party. I miss you too. Hey, how'd that date go last week? Cute blonde right?"

"It went fine. Nothing compares to you. It's a shame our hearts do not beat as one. I'll paint the town in your image when you return home."

"Love you too dork. Send my best to everyone. And for God's sake Mars, fall in love. Or at least fall in lust. But I have to go. These idiots are going to be the death of me."

"I'll find someone to warm my bed. It was nice to hear from you. And go save their asses."

The phone call ended with a click. She missed home. She missed the bustle of New Orleans. She'd met Marcel in 1924, and they'd become exceedingly close. Only years later, upon having rebuilt much of the Quarter together did she find out more about the Originals and his past. They were like two kindred souls and they ruled the city over the years. She'd left periodically, to visit Damon and Stefan, to come back to Mystic Falls or to expand her powers, but she always found her way home, to her best friend, to her King.

She was fast asleep on the couch. The sun had long since set, and she had been waiting up for the brother. Suddenly, she sat up screaming. After a few minutes, she realized she was still home alone, and she fumbled for her phone. She first called Damon, which went directly to voicemail. It was either off or out of service, so she tried Stefan. Same thing.

Her entire body was vibrating. She needed to let some of the energy in her soul free.

She dug through her bag for the whistle she always kept. She put it on the table and hastily scribble a note to her family. Then she ran out of the house. She leapt off the porch and, in mid air, shifted into a wolf and continued running. Her body hummed less and less with every mile she put behind her. She made large loops around the house and through the forest surrounding the town.

She heard a howl, and ran towards it. She may have control over her actions in theory, but in reality her animal instincts were strong. If she wasn't trying to control herself, the wolf would. As in this moment, she ran down into an underground tunnel, and she saw a wolf chained to the wall. She wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe if she had been, she would have understood that the wolf in front of her was not some random werewolf, but a hybrid.

Instead, she released him. His head bowed to her, as if submitting. This behaviour would have been weird, but she'd had wolves do it in the past and learned to accept it. Together the night black wolf and the moonlit white wolf ran through the forest. She had to nip him multiple times when he attempted to run off towards people. When light started to rise in the sky, she guided him back to the cave she'd found him in, and encouraged him to shift back.

Before her stood, a beautiful tan man with a body carved by God. She rubbed up against him, and licked his chest. He let loose a deep rumble in his chest, and asked her to shift back.

He was not prepared for the manner in which she shifted. No bones broke. No pain. Her fur was simply absorbed into her skin, and before him stood a fully clothed woman with black hair and blue eyes. "What? No p-pain? Ho-ow?" He stuttered.

"I'm not a werewolf, but you must be Tyler." She reached out and shook his hand.

His next question was cut short by the shrill sound of a dog whistle. He cocked his head to the side, which she caught. "Was that a dog whistle by chance?"

Tyler nodded, while taking her in and trying to find a way to ask the million questions he had. "That's my cue to go. If we meet again, I'll answer whatever questions you have. Thanks for being my running partner, and if you ever need someone to keep you in line out there, swing by the Salvatore Boarding house."

Before he could answer, she shifted on the fly and ran out of the caves. It was one of the most entrancing thing he'd ever seen. It almost made him reconsider leaving town. He decided, he'd try to find her tomorrow before he left to ask her everything he wanted too, but if not, he'd leave to break the sire bond. She seemed like she'd be here for a while, and he needed to do this as soon as possible. He needed to fix himself for his love.

That was the first night Tyler didn't think of being a werewolf as a curse. He'd felt free when he ran, and knew he'd take her up on her offer in the future.