Chapter 2

Disclaimer- don't own Vampire Diaries! Nor is any money made off this story.

Authors note- this is co written by me dear old Salllzy and Imaginary Raine. Also there will be a lot of us messing with the cannon. Also events, times and people's real names will not be used. There will be things changed as well.

"So, how are we gonna do it?" Micaela asked while she leafed through one of grimoires that had come with their new hosts. The two of them had spent the last two weeks assimilating their memories, and Micaela would be the first to admit that possessing two set of different memories sucks. Her two lives were as different as can be. Thank God that, at least, their personalities were similar to each other.

She looked at Henry. It still baffled her at the sheer ease with which he assimilated his counterpart's memories.

It had freaked her out, with how easy he had made it seem. But when he thought she wasn't looking he looked sad almost, nothing like the annoying ditzy girl she had come to call her sister, but she supposed now it would be brother.

She looked down at the page that she had been on for the past few minutes. They had locked themselves in the house for a solid week, having to go through everything. Her purple eyes went around the room and met her brother's eyes. The first time she had seen his red eyes, she had been bemused at the colour; red was not a normal colour to have, after all. Unless someone wore contacts. But then she had really looked at him… his hair was white. She had blinked. He was an albino. Her brother looked like a long-haired ghost, she had thought, hiding a snort.

She returned to the book.

"We have to make a plan," Henry said looking at his sister. It amused him the interest that she showed for his grandfather's books. She was fascinated by them. "We have to choose what events we'll change."

She nodded. "We can't change everything, after all." She looked up. "So... small changes until Elijah arrive in the town?"

He thought about it. "Sounds good to me." Suddenly his stomach growled. He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair. "But before we do anything, can we grab something to eat?"

She laughed. "Sure. Come on," she said, grabbing her jacket and heading to the door. Micaela made a note to go and do some food shopping as the cupboards and fridge were empty. They exited the house; there in the driveway were her car and her bike, both being forbidden territory to Henry, seeing as his road rage was terrible on the best of days.

The day was beautiful. It was sunny, which was why Henry had several layers of clothes on protecting his skin from the sun. But did he really need to wear a trench coat, sunglasses and a hat? Along with a scarf? At least she had the decency of leaving her trench coat to less hot days.

She huffed a laugh as they walked together. She turned to look at him before asking with a smirk.

"So what will the weather be tomorrow?"

He looked at her and blinked. "Rainy," he replied. "Why?"

Micaela laughed as she looked at him. He had fallen for it! She didn't think that he would, but he had! It was too easy sometimes with the way that he set himself up for it. She patted him on the shoulder as the two continued to walk. They heard the sound coming from the Grill before they had even seen it. They looked around and saw the amount of cars parked outside of it. They shared a look. Micaela often forgot how full the Grill got on weekends, seeing as she was not a frequent customer. They would probably have to order carry-outs and eat in another place. Not that they were complaining. The less that they saw of some people, the better. But still they would have to go in, and there would be teenagers there. They would whisper and point.

"We can just order some pizza you know," she said resignedly. The both of them hated being around big crowds (which sometimes made them reconsider their chosen careers). They weren't blind, they could see the way that people tended to whisper or talk about them behind their backs. They had heard the harsh rumours that had been spread around about the Witch Siblings. It had not been so bad before Henry had come for a visit, the only thing really unusual about her being her purple eyes. But they weren't used to seeing albinos, so it came as a huge shock to them.

Nobody had really tried to get to know them. One look at his red eyes or her purple ones, and they put on fake smiles and found the flimsiest excuses to get away from them. They could have made excuses, said that they were contacts, but what was the point? It was no wonder that the both of them had formed masks around these people. He was rude; pushed everybody away. He was prickly and cold.

She was indifferent. She didn't speak to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, unless she was teaching. Outside of her class, when people tried to talk to her, she would often stare at them until they went away, then she would return to whatever it is she was doing.

Yet, when they were alone and no one could see them, he was fun, sweet and loving. She was warm, overprotective and caring.

Micaela turned around and silently groaned. Pulling into the Grill was none other than Elena Gilbert and her little group of friends Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett. She was not ready for that confrontation. Usually when teaching, she tended to push everything but the information related to class away. This was the first time she saw them outside of school after sorting through the memories, and she didn't know she should deal with this.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she decided to focus on her good mood. She had managed to trick her brother. Even having to get out of the house wasn't enough to damper her mood. She would rather look through the grimoires that they had been given (well, they were Henry's, but as he had said "Sharing is caring."), but beggars can't be choosers, and seeing as her brother was also in a good mood, she would be a good older sister and spend her time with him, away from books.

He was the one to tell her to have a go at it. He specifically directed her to the defensive sections, saying "They didn't work before, because of where we were. But now they should work."

Micaela suppressed a snort. Honestly, half the time he was a mother hen, worrying about her. He didn't have to say it. She had heard it loud and clear. She wasn't any better. And if she was honest with herself, she wanted to try those spells out, to experience what actually felt like to cast something with her own two hands, to feel the power behind the spell as it run through her, and see it come to life. But she was still learning, and as such, he made her stick to the low-levelled jinxes, which had been rather interesting.

Particularly the bad luck one. She remembers having to talk Henry out of casting it at the members of the little gang (the current ones), and then sitting back and watching as the chaos unfolded. She appealed to the rational part of him, saying that they didn't deserve it; not yet. They hadn't done anything; they didn't know of the supernatural, they weren't tangled up in the web of lies, deceit, betrayal and death. Not yet, at least.

But soon they would be. And then things would change. But for now, they were just trying to be normal teens. Micaela wasn't sure whether or not she and her brother were judging those kids by what she had seen of them on the show or not. She knew that it was a possibility. But still, if this Elena was anything like what their counterparts have watched, then they would have to be careful. They would have to monitor themselves so they didn't give anything away before the time was somewhat right.

Changing one little thing could mean changing nearly everything before they were ready. They could even end up rewriting the entire thing due to a butterfly effect. They would have to make sure that everything they did count. They wouldn't be able to leave anything to chance.

She sighed and looked at the Grill. There would be no point going in now. It would just be a waste of time. However, the nearest market was not that far away. They could go and pick up some ingredients and then she could persuade Henry to make them something to eat, though she knew he would probably bully her into helping. She looked around when she noticed that he wasn't next to her. She panicked before closing her eyes and focusing on finding him, using the link that had formed when Raine and Sal drank that potion.

He had managed to walk a few streets away from her while she was mulling on what they should do. She pinched the bridge of her nose and breathed out heavily. How had he managed to get so far away from her without her realizing?

She walked away from the Grill, intent on locating her wayward brother. She found him looking at an old building, a pensive expression on his face. She gave an aggravated sigh as she walked over to him. She tapped him on the shoulder and watched with barely hidden amusement as he jumped.

"What you looking at?"

He gazed at her from behind his sunglasses and gestured to the edifice. "What do you think of buying this?" He asked in a thoughtful tone.

She looked at the building. It looked… well, it looked old and abandoned. The windows were cracked and smashed, and the paint was peeling off. The door was gone with just a piece of plywood covering the hole (she shuddered to think what the inside looked like). But it still held a certain charm to it. The old wooden archway above what once was the door; the overgrown garden around it would look breath-taking after it had been cleaned up. She could imagine sitting in the surrounding garden, it enjoying a meal as the sun set and made the sky glow a fiery orange with tints of purple.

She nodded her head. If there was one thing she couldn't deny, no matter if he had his mask on or not, was he was creative. When he had his mask on, his insults were cruel and malicious. He could reduce people to tears, much like her when someone got her riled up, though she did prefer to look as condescending as she could before turning away and ignoring whoever. When she insulted someone, did it based on observations, throwing their words and actions against them in a way they couldn't refute. And… well, they didn't like it. They didn't want to have their faults thrown in their face. More often than not, they couldn't come up with a retort, but when they did, Henry stepped up and tore strips off them, even as they hurled harsh insults at the two of them. They have been called things like freaks, devil spawns, rejects. Whatever was thrown at them, Henry would always throw back ten times worse. He would try and shield her from it, or try to, at least. It was sweet, and she often did the same. But both knew that each other could protect themselves; that they could deal with whatever it was. But then again, they were family. If they couldn't rely on each other, then who could they?

So they would defend each other, shield one another from the insults and harsh words. But still, it would be wonderful to see just what he could create with this building that had been left to fend for itself. To see as it took shape and form… as it slowly came to life once again. It would be backbreaking work; the hours would be monstrously long. But the effort in the end would be worth it. But she wouldn't be able to help. Not with her job at Mystic Falls High. But still, she would support him. And it wasn't like he didn't have the money either; the both of them were quite well-off. But he would probably work on it by himself, and would only employ who he really needed.

"Then buy it."

He looked at her; there was no shock, after all they knew each other well enough now. But there was a small smile playing at the edges of his lips, very faint but she could see it. "I think I will."

She clapped him on the shoulder before she pulled him away from the building. They may have moved away from it, but that didn't mean he wasn't still thinking about it. She could see the gears in his head moving as he thought about what he would need to do, how much it would set him back by, and what the damage was.

The two walked in a comfortable silence and, as they neared the market, his eyes lit up. They reminded her of red Christmas tree lights with how bright they had become. They wandered into the market as he grabbed a basket and walked off, leaving her shaking her head. So very childish. She slowly walked after him. She found him amongst the meats. The basket was full of vegetables and cheese. He was looking between a full chicken and chicken breast. He turned when he heard her. "How hungry are you?" He asked.

She looked at him, not finding the question odd at all. "I would eat a whole cow if you put it in front of me," she shrugged.

He smirked. "No cow, sorry. There'll be chicken breast, though" he teased

She looked at him and muttered. "You're spoiling me."

He just smiled at her as he walked away; making sure that he had everything.