THIRD PERSON POV

Elizabeth walked into the boarding house to be greeted by Zach Salvatore, her cousin/nephew relation. She shrugged off her leather jacket and hung it onto the side of a chair, being stopped by Zach as he walked into the main hallway.

"You promised." Zach said, looking at her.

Elizabeth scoffed, looking at him, she rolled her grey/blue eyes. "Six years ago, Zach. Promises wear out. No insurance policy."

Zach shook his head as he walked closer to the woman and handed her the news paper, Elizabeth sighed and shook her head with a small, smirk on her face. Zach began to feel uneasy at the look on her face, seeing as he figured this was her fault anyways. Nothing was ever okay when she arrived, or when Damon came into Mystic Falls.

"This was an animal attack, Zach. Nasty Mountain Lion." Elizabeth stated, giving herself away to Zach.

Zach's face turned into a stone cold stare at the older vampire before him, shaking his head in disappointment. "Don't give me that. I know the game. You tear them up enough, they always suspect an animal attack."

Elizabeth nodded in agreement, handing Zach the newspaper back. "That's the plan, Zach. Always an animal attack."

"Please, Elizabeth. Mystic Falls is a different place now. It's been quiet for years, but there are people who still remember. And you being here, it's just going to stir things up." Zach told her, setting the newspaper down onto a small end table near a bench.

Elizabeth's lips pressed into a thin smirk, she looked at her relative and sighed. "It's not my intention, but it's none of your business."

Zach sighed, getting annoyed with the older vampire before him. "Then what is? Why did you come back? After all this time, why now?"

Elizabeth's eyes turned cold, she narrowed them at the human before her. She turned to him, her hand going around his throat, lifting him slightly off the ground. "That's for me to know, and for you to not find out. Now, if you excuse me I have to go to school. Later, Zach." Elizabeth chuckled darkly as she dropped him, she sped out of the house.

ELIZABETH'S POV.

I sat in history class with , conveniently I sat next to my uncle today. Stefan and I were the same human age, 17. I'm sure Stefan thought the same thing as I did, Mr. Tanner had to have been the most boring, nerve wrecking teacher on the planet. I don't know why my father would put me through this type of torture, I hadn't seen him in days! Bastard. We had been 'learning' about the Battle of Willow Creek, not one of Mystic Falls' proudest moments. Yet,

"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?" Mr. Tanner asked, moving from behind his desk towards the front row of students, thankfully, where I was not.

Bonnie looked like she was a deer caught in headlights, was this guy always a dick? "Um...a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot." she answered, not knowing the exact number like Stefan and I did.

"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett. Mr. Donovan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?" Mr. Tanner then looked to Matt. Did this guy ever stop? Maybe I'd kill him, though, he doesn't look like he'd be a whole lot of fun.

Matt shrugged, with his one eyebrow raised. "It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it." he said, and I saw Mr. Tanner's demeanor completely change.

I kicked my feet up on the desk and tapping my pencil on my notebook, that was now in my lap.

"Ms. Salvatore, this is a classroom, not a barn." Mr. Tanner said, addressing me as I rolled my eyes. I saw no difference here.

A smirk formed on my face as Stefan gave me a look of disapproval already, my uncle and his forever brooding stares would be the end of me. I swore it. "I apologize, sir, I didn't realize there was a difference here." I replied, sarcasm dripping off my tone as I saw him stiffen, and I heard a few other of my classmates hiding laughs.

Mr. Tanner leaned against his desk and put both of his hands on his hips, his stare intent on trying to scare me, as it would scare probably someone like Bonnie or Elena- but not me. "Then how about you tell us how many casualties there were? Since you seem to know everything already." he replied, just as much annoyance in his tone as there was sarcasm in mine.

"346, unless you're counting civilian casualties." Stefan stated for me, I groaned, taking my feet down from the desk.

"That's correct. Mister...?" Mr. Tanner then went to say, I rolled my eyes, could anyone see the relation? Probably not.

Stefan had the same look on his face that he was giving me earlier. "Salvatore."

Mr. Tanner looked between us, and an eyebrow raised. "Any relation between you and Elizabeth?"

"Cousins, sir." Stefan lied, and Mr. Tanner nodded.

"Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?" Mr. Tanner noted our last name, and we were the original settlers, well, at least Stefan was. I was born only a few years prior to the first Founders Council Party, learned that from my dad though.

I nodded, looking at Stefan and then at Mr. Tanner. "Distant." Stefan said plainly.

"Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle." Mr. Tanner said, probably only knowing that there were military casualties. I may have only been two years old at the time, but my dad told me the whole story about it.

Stefan sighed, nervously, he ran a hand through his hair and I smirked lightly, as I looked back at Bonnie then at Mr. Tanner as he spoke. "Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss."

"There are founders archives in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, sir." I remarked, the smirk still on my face as I received another glare from Mr. Tanner.

I arrived home whereas Stefan was somewhere else, I had to get ready for this party and I didn't even know what you wore to a party in the woods. Jeans? Slutty dress? Slutty jeans? I rummaged through my closet when I saw my dad's crow on my window and then looked to see my dad at the door.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, allowing himself into my room.

I shrugged. "Some bon fire by the falls. Can you get the crow out of here please?" I asked, as he flicked his wrist and the crow left my window, going off somewhere else.

My dad smirked, and I shook my head. Oh boy. "No boys, no drinking, no pot, one person only." he started listing off all the things that were at parties.

"Listen, I may look 17, but I damn well am nearing 133 years old and I will not be treated as 17. That's just insulting." I bantered, the same smirk appearing on my face as I pulled out a white t-shirt, some grey jeans that had rips up and down the thighs and a pair of brown combat boots.

He shrugged nonchalantly as he looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Yeah? I'm 147 and I'm still your father. So, whatever I say..goes."

"Huh-uh. Right." I said, rolling my eyes. "Can you please get out of my room?"

"As you wish." My dad said, bowing sarcastically as I chucked a pillow at him and he sped out of the room.

I arrived at the party a little later than my Uncle, because soon there was Caroline Forbes in front of my face, a small, sad look in her eyes behind her overly happy mask.

"Lizzy! I'm so glad you're here!" She said, throwing her arms around me, making sure not to drop the solo cup in her hand.

I chuckled lightly, as I pulled away from her grip easily. "Yeah, me too."

"Have you seen Stefan?" Caroline asked me, hopefully...a little too hopefully.

I shook my head. "No, but I'll let you know if I do, where can I get one of those?" I asked, a small smile on my face.

"Over by the fire, there's a keg!" Caroline smiled, walking away as if she was the only person around here.

I started walking towards the fire, when I picked up on a couple over by the woods, someone was saying no, and it was apparent that the dick wouldn't listen. I looked around, chugged down the beer I had in the solo cup and sped over to the scene, keeping in the shadows to see when I would be needed.

"For who? No, it's not going to happen. It's not going to happen, not here, not like this. No. I said no. I said no! Ow, that hurts!" The girl said, I tried to focus in, but I couldn't get a good look at the guy, seeing at the girl had been in front of him.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Another kid appeared, clearly drunk and clearly on something else. I ran up to them, knowing a fight was about to go down.

I looked between them, seeing as neither male made notice of my presence, but the girl did. She smiled in thanks, but she knew that my interference would get them no where.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, seeing that this was the kid that had been staring at me a few days ago, Tyler Lockwood. "Seriously dude, if a chick says 'no', it means, 'don't do it'. Common sense." I warned him.

He ignored my comment, and looked at the kid who was drunk. "You know, you're starting to get on my nerves, Gilbert." he said lowly, looking down at 'Gilbert'. Was he related to Elena?

"Just go, Tyler, get the hell away from me." The girl said, causing Tyler to scoff, angrily.

"You heard the woman, now scram." I compelled him, my jaw clenching. I swear, all I wanted to do was rip into his throat and drain every inch of him of blood. He was one of the most infuriating people I've met so far.

Tyler had left the scene, annoyed and frustrated, which caused me to have a smirk on my face.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, and 'Gilbert' stood there, with his arms crossed. Clearly jealous that she noted my presence before his own.

"Elizabeth Salvatore. New girl." I answered, looking between the two. "You?"

"Vicki Donovan." Vicki introduced herself, I would have to remember that later.

"Thanks, but I could have handled that." 'Gilbert' said, his eyes narrowing at me, as if he was glaring at me for helping her.

I scoffed. "Right..and you are...?"

"Jeremy." The boy said, as I nodded. So, that was the kid with the drugs on the first day of school.

I nodded at him. "Dully noted." I stated as he turned around to talk to Vicki, but then, I sped away towards the keg to get myself another solo of beer.

After a while, I had been drinking and dancing with a few different guys who had apparently been on the football team. Then out of no where, there was Elena and Jeremy carrying Vicki Donovan's limp body. Stefan wouldn't have done this, he's on the animal diet, I didn't do it, I've been dancing with those guys. My dad knew where the party was, but would he actually just come here to tear apart some girl who didn't know the difference between red and yellow? Probably. He was probably here the whole time watching me, even though Stefan was here. I don't know why my dad felt the need to protect me, I was a vampire. I was perfectly capable of doing so by myself. Though, my dad was probably mad because he probably saw me 'breaking his rules'. Still though, going after Vicki? A founding family? Low blow, pops. I thought, low blow.

Elena moved past a couple of people trying clear out some space between the crowded teenagers. "Somebody help!" she exclaimed.

I looked around before I sped up closer, and I glanced at Stefan as he looked at me. I then looked closer at the bite.

"What happened to her?" Tyler asked no one in particular, like he cared? He practically tried to rape her!

"Somebody, call an ambulance!" Matt said, as myself and a couple of others had began calling 911. If only I could use my blood to heal her. If only.

Elena's eyes widened as she looked at the girls neck. "It's her neck. Something bit her. She's losing a lot of blood."

As people started helping Vicki more, Stefan and I sped out of the woods as fast as we possibly could without being noticed, I knew my uncle couldn't handle the blood. When we got home, I threw my jacket off and I went into my room, getting ready for bed and ready to forget the party gone wrong because someone looked at my dad the wrong way.

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THIRD PERSON POV.

Stefan entered his room after saying goodnight to his niece, he didn't think that Damon would just leave her here with him. He saw the crow appear in the room and he then felt his brothers dark presence enter his room.

"Damon." Stefan said, looking over towards his balcony.

Damon smirked, knowing Stefan didn't like him being here. He couldn't just ditch his daughter though. "Hello, brother." he greeted, walking further into the room, looking around at the shelves.

"Crow's a bit much, don't you think?" Stefan asked, his eyebrow raised, not ready to welcome his brother or his niece back into his life after the last time.

"Wait till' you see what I taught Beth to do with the fog." Damon replied, looking at a few books off of Stefan's shelf.

Stefan didn't know what to think at this point, all he could do was ask questions. It's been 15 years since he'd seen either of them. "When'd you get here?"

"I couldn't miss Beth's first day of school could I? Your hairs different. I like it." Damon said honestly, he then went to sit down on one of the chairs at his brothers desk.

"It's been 15 years, Damon." Stefan pointed out, his tone uneasy, and quite frankly, he was more scared of Damon knowing about Elena. Though, if Elizabeth had already met her- then Damon already knew about her. He couldn't trust either of them.

Damon nodded and sighed, pretending to be bored with the conversation. "Thank God. I couldn't take another day of the nineties. That horrible grunge look? Did not suit you. Remember, Stefan, it's important to stay away from fads."

"Why are you here? Why is Elizabeth here? Last I checked she hated you." Stefan said, remembering the last time the three had been in the same room. Damon had killed one of her boyfriends and she left and never came back.

"Made up. 15 years of father/daughter bonding. I figured I could work on my relationship with my little brother, I miss you." Damon replied, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"You hate small towns. It's boring. There's nothing for you to do." Stefan noted, knowing his brother's habits.

"I've managed to keep myself busy." Damon replied again, the same smirk only growing across his features. Stefan sighed, if there was anything true about the saying 'like father, like daughter' then Damon and Elizabeth were definitely it.

Stefan was going to bring up the fact that his brother fed from Vicki. "You know, you left that girl alive tonight. That's very clumsy of you, let's hope Lizzy knows better."

"Ah. That can be a problem...for you." Damon pointed out, his finger pointing at Stefan as he finished the sentence, sarcasm clear in his voice.

"Why are you here now?" Stefan asked, his tone more serious and concerned than before.

"I could ask you the same question. However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up all into one little word...Elena." Damon said, hearing about the girl from Elizabeth earlier on in the day. This was going to be a grand time for Damon, and a horrible time for Stefan.