Hey, hope you guys like this chapter. Hoping the Brea/Bree thing isn't too confusing. With an 'a' is my character and with an 'e' is Damon's friend. Sorry for any confusion. The flashback is from the Originals as well for reference

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New Orleans, 1821

"Have either of you two gentlemen seen Rebekah?" Brenna asked Klaus and Elijah as she entered the room.

"Brenna, love," Klaus smiled. "Perfect timing, I was just about to come and fetch you, I have a surprise for you," Klaus said with a smile to Brenna.

"Niklaus, this is neither the time nor the place," Elijah warned seriously.

"Trust me, sweetheart, you'll love it," Klaus smiled, shooting her one of his signature grins.

Brenna huffed before she relented and nodded. "I can't stay long, I must head home soon, I just wanted to talk to Rebekah about something," Brenna hesitated before giving in, "lead the way Nik." As Brenna walked into the room around the corner, she saw the dead bodies of 3 women, with a man crouched over one of them, attached to her neck and her eyes widened.

As the man placed one of the girl's bodies on the ground he clapped his hands and cheered. "Bravo, that was delectable," before turning around.

Brenna didn't get a chance to look at his face as she spun with a scream and tried to run, but Klaus was in the way. "Let me go, let me go," Brenna screamed at him.

"Relax sweetheart, no one here is going to hurt you," Klaus said trying to calm her down.

"You promised! You promised!" she yelled as she kneed Klaus in the groin and ran. She barely made it into the corridor when this new man appeared in front of her.

Brenna tried to push past him but he grabbed her "relax darling. It's not like I'm going to hurt you." When she realised she couldn't get past him she threw herself out of his arms and ran the other way but he appeared in front of her again. Brenna covered her face with her hands and stumbled back into the wall crying. "Darling, darling, please," he cooed as he tried to pry her hands from her face, but she kept her eyes closed. "Darling, please look at me. I've missed you so much." Something in Brenna clicked as the voice sounded familiar so she opened her eyes.

"Ouch," Brea moaned lifting her head up.

"Ah wakey wakey little miss sunshine," Damon cooed. "Your sister's been awake for a while."

"Elena?" Brea groaned.

"Hey, are you ok?" Elena asked as she reached her hand towards the back seat of the car and grabbed Brea's hand. "We had to pull over about 10 minutes ago. I mean I wanted to, but he didn't, but then you started screaming your head off so we had to," she said quickly.

"I need to brush my teeth," Brea moaned, "my mouth tastes gross. Where are we?"

"You hit your head pretty hard back there. Then you started screaming, kinda freaked me out," he smiled.

"Where are we?" Brea tried asking again.

"Georgia," Damon drawled.

"No, we're not."

"Yeah, we are. We are in Georgia. I really didn't think it'd be that confusing for you two," Damon said with an eye roll. "How are you feeling anyway?"

"Like I got in a car accident, oh my god, the car!" Brea gasped.

"I pulled it to the side of the road. No one will bother it. Are you getting a sense of deja vu as well Elena or is it just me? Because I'm pretty sure you and I had this exact same conversation while sleeping beauty was napping back there," he joked but Elena just ignored him.

"Where's my phone?" Brea asked. "Damon?"

"God, you two really are twins, here," he said throwing her phone in the backseat. "What were you dreaming about anyway? I mean you screamed pretty loud."

"Um nothing," she said as she went to check her phone but decided not to. She knew she'd be in big trouble with Jenna for not coming home last night.

"A bar?" Brea asked when they pulled up.

"We can't get in, we're underage," Elena mumbled.

"Bree!" Damon yelled when they walked in.

"Not you," he dismissed Brea. "She's also called Bree," he smiled over at the lady behind the bar.

"Hello Damon," Bree said smiling and walked over to Damon, grabbing his face and promptly sticking her tongue down his throat, causing Elena to gasp and pull her sister away from Damon. "Listen up everybody! Here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness. Drink up!" Bree said passing out shots. Damon drank his shot while Elena and Brea just stared at theirs, causing Damon to lean over and pick them up, drinking the shots for the girls.

"Thank you," Brea said with a laugh.

"So, how'd he rope you two in?" Bree asked.

"We're not roped in. Actually, I'm dating his-" Elena started.

"Honey, if you're not roped, you're whipped. Either way, just enjoy the ride."

"Ok," Elena said wanting to change the topic quickly. Elena looked over at Brea and saw her very nervously fidgeting in her seat. Elena, wanting to relax her, leant over and nudged her gently and gave her a smile. "So how did you two meet?" Elena asked, turning back to the witch.

"College," Bree laughed.

"Wait, what?" Brea laughed. "You went to college?" she asked, turning to look at Damon.

"I've been on the college campus, yes," Damon smirked.

"Of course," Brea snorted with a smirk.

"About 20 years ago, when I was a sweet, young freshman. I met this beautiful man, and I fell in love," Bree said, smiling at Damon.

"Someone fell in love with you?" Brea snorted. "How is that possible?" she asked before sticking her tongue out at Damon. Damon just laughed at her and flung his arm around her shoulder which made Elena look at them both in concern.

"Well then he told me about his little secret, made me love him even more," Bree continued. "Because, you see, I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with somebody."

"She's a witch," Damon whispered to the girls.

"He changed my world," Bree smirked.

"I rocked your world," Damon returned with a smirk.

"Ew," Brea groaned, throwing Damon's arm off her shoulder. "Too much information."

"He is good in the sack, isn't he?" Bree asked the twins making their eyebrows shoot up their forehead. "But mostly he's just a walk-away Joe."

"Ok, I need that drink now," Brea said, finally relaxing as she snatched the shot out of Damon's hand and downed it.

"Woah, do you think that's a good idea? You did just nearly die," Damon emphasised as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"I feel fine Damon, if I'm gonna be listening to, urgh, this all day," she said, waving her hand between him and Bree. "I'm gonna need that drink."

"So, what is it that you want?" Bree finally asked Damon.

Before Damon could answer Elena's phone began ringing. "Oh no," Elena groaned as she pulled out her phone to check it. "It's Jenna, come on Brea we better take this outside," Elena said taking her sister's hand and dragging her outside to talk to Jenna. "Hi, Jenna," Elena greeted cheerily as she answered.

"Hey, Aunt Jenna!" Brea sang, trying to ease the anger she knew her aunt felt.

"We're so sorry," Elena apologised for them both.

"Where are you two? Why didn't you call? Why isn't Brea answering her phone?"

"We were tired," Brea lied quickly.

"And we slept at Bonnie's," Elena added. "This morning we just wanted to get to school."

"Are you both ok?" Jenna asked concerned.

"You know, Stefan and stuff," Elena said truthfully.

"She's moping Jenna, trust me, you should be glad you're not witnessing this mess," Brea added for effect.

"Hey," Elena disputed offended.

"Ok, alright, I trust you guys, I'll see you both tonight, you better be here," Jenna said warily before hanging up.

Just as Jenna hung up Elena's phone rang again. "Stefan," she sighed before she hesitantly answered the call. "I'm here," she said. Brea crossed her arms and watched her sister argue with Stefan. After all the drama of the night before Brea didn't really understand what was going on. "You lied," Elena snapped. "So you didn't lie? How are we connected to Katherine and her sister… Brenna, Stefan?" Elena demanded. She scoffed when she clearly didn't like his answer, "and we're both supposed to believe that?"

"Hang up," Brea suggested and Elena did just that.

As the girls turned around to go back inside Damon was standing right there. "You ok?" he asked them.

"Don't pretend to care. I know you're gloating inside," Elena said sadly.

"Come on, both of you, inside. We'll get some lunch and you can ask whatever you want."

"Let's just say that we are descended from Katherine, does that make us part vampire?" Elena asked. "And how can Brea have the same name as um... Brenna. It's not exactly a common name."

"Vampires can't procreate. But we love to try," Damon smirked avoiding the question about Brea. "No, if you are related, it would mean Katherine had a child before she was turned," Damon said giving a straight answer.

"Stefan said that Katherine's sister was human, he said Katherine was an old vampire so they couldn't have been biological sisters. How could she have a human sister who looked just like me and then Elena and I are twins and we look the same as them? It doesn't make sense Damon."

"I don't have any answers for that," he shrugged. "Sorry. I didn't exactly get to know their past that well. They were very secretive. On the run from something, never told me what."

"Why wouldn't they tell you?" Brea asked.

"Not sure," he said as he popped a fry into his mouth. "I love them both but they had a bond that nothing could break. They'd always be whispering in corners."

Brea looked down at her food. It all sounded so familiar to her. "Maybe we descended from Brenna? Could she have been a descendant of Katherine herself that's why they said they were sisters? It's a stretch but it could be why Elena and I look like them."

"Not possible," Damon answered.

"Explain," Brea said looking at him.

"I may not have known a lot, but I did overhear some things. Brenna had some vampire boyfriend I know that much. Don't know who or why he wasn't with her. But I know he existed. And as I just said vampires can't procreate, but I don't think she survived the battle of Willow Creek anyway. The town rounded up the vampires and trapped them underneath the church. Stefan and I died trying to save Katherine. I saw Brenna that night, she was human so she wasn't captured, but I never saw her after that. No one I spoke to had seen her since the battle. She was only human she couldn't have gone far," he explained sadly. "She must've got caught in the crossfire."

"I'm sorry," Elena apologised as she could see he was sad about it.

"I'm not looking forward to explaining to Katherine what happened," he smirked as he took a gulp of his beer.

"Did Stefan think that he could use me to replace her?" Elena asked.

"Kinda creepy if you ask me."

"Agreed," Brea sighed.

"Come on, what? Don't you like pickles? What's wrong with you two?" Damon asked taking the pickles off of the girl's plates as he tried to lighten the sombre mood.

"How can you even eat? If technically you're supposed to be…" Elena asked as Brea snorted a laugh.

"Dead," Damon whispered immaturely. "It's not such a bad word. As long as I keep a healthy diet of blood in my system, my body functions pretty normally."

Elena smiled before it dropped, "this nice act. Is any of it real?" Brea looked up at this as Damon hummed.

"Here you go," Bree said placing another beer down in front of Damon.

"Thank you," Damon said.

"We'll both have one too," Elena said.

"We will?" Brea asked in surprise.

"Time out, remember? For 5 minutes? That 5 minutes is going to need a beer," Elena told Brea and Damon with a shrug.

Brea smiled, she hadn't seen Elena easygoing since their parent's accident. "Two beers it is then," she smiled at Bree who started to pour the drinks.

"There you two go," Bree said placing a beer down in front of each girl.

"Hey Damon, look," Brea said as she took a drink. "Foam moustache!" she laughed as she made the beer foam stick to her upper lip. Damon smiled as he looked at her before he quickly began frowning. "What?" Brea asked.

"I don't know Brea," he sighed. "You're different than Elena. Elena just looks like Katherine, but their personalities are completely different. Plus she had curly hair, Elena's is straight. You, well, you and Brenna are the exact same. Same hair, Brenna always loved her waves, same personality, same vocabulary. Everything about you two is the same, the only strange thing is that you're human and so was she. And she would obviously, be long dead by now, even if she did survive the battle."

Brea hesitated to say something before she took another drink of her beer and told him, "what would you think if I told you I may have, umm, memories, I guess you'd call them, of 1864," Brea asked as Elena's eyebrows nearly left her forehead as Damon's furrowed.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Well, ever since I met you and Stefan I haven't been able to sleep properly. I keep seeing the two of you. And Katherine. At first, I thought it was just some weird twisted dream and I was having Lena play the part of your ex. But, she had curly hair, not like Lena's. And I just. Haha, I probably sound insane," Brea laughed as Damon stared at her shocked. "I shouldn't have said anything," she laughed nervously.

"Brenna," he said taking her hand. "We'll work it out ok."

"Ready… go!" Bree called as everyone downed their shots on her shout.

"And that's 4!" Brea yelled, hands in the air as Elena won again.

"No silly 3," Elena laughed.

"Haha, Damon, Elena beat you 4…"

"3," Elena interjected.

"3 times!"

"Do you need a bib?" Elena said mocking Damon who was wiping his mouth.

"Sorry I can't unhinge my jaw like a snake to consume alcohol like you two seem to be able to do," Damon retorted.

"Whatever. All right. Who's next?" Elena challenged. "Another round Bree?"

"Honey, you two should be on the floor," a random lady next to the twins laughed.

"We are not even drunk," Brea defended.

"Our tolerance is, like, way up here," Elena said pointing to her sister as Brea jumped to mark their high alcohol tolerance only to trip when she landed back on the ground. She let out a little squeak in shock, but Damon had already swooped his arms around her and caught her, preventing her from falling.

"Clumsy, just like Brenna," he muttered. "Maybe you two have had enough?" he suggested.

"Don't be a party pooper, Damon. Oh my god, Lena!" Brea giggled standing up out of Damon's arms.

"Yeah?" Elena asked.

"I've just had the best idea!"

"Tell me!" Elena nodded enthusiastically.

"Why don't we race each other?" Brea suggested with a laugh.

"You. Are. A. Genius. Yes!" Elena cheered. Elena quickly took Brea's hand, "let's go," she said.

Elena and Brea went to leave the bar only to have Damon stand in front of them. "Woah, woah, woah, maybe not a good idea."

"Oh," Brea sighed dejectedly. "ANOTHER SHOT!"

"Another shot," Elena agreed, turning back to the bar.

Elena hit a pool ball into the pocket and both Brea and Elena celebrated. "Brea, I hit the ball in, why are you celebrating?" Elena laughed.

"Noooo, you hit my ball in you silly sausage," Brea laughed poking her sister on the nose before moving to pull the ball out to show her she hit the wrong ball in.

"I did it because you're my favourite sibling and I want you to win, shh, don't tell Jer," Elena said loudly whispering to Brea.

"Aww Elena," Brea cooed as they gave each other a sloppy hug. "You're my favourite sibling today too."

"Today?" Elena asked as she pulled away. Before she could press further, Brea's phone started ringing. "Brea, your phone," Elena giggled.

"I have another great idea, let's go answer it together," Brea suggested, waving it in the air.

"You're so smart," Elena smiled and stroked Brea's hair. The twins giggled before Brea clicked answer. "Hello?"

"Brea?"

"Jenna!" Brea said excitedly. "I've been wanting to talk to you all day bestie!"

"Hold on, it's loud in here," Elena yelled as she yanked Brea out of the bar and put the phone on loudspeaker.

"Brea, Elena, where are you? Are you ok?" Jenna demanded.

"Jenna, I love you, you know. You're my favourite aunt," Brea sang.

"I'm your only aunt," Jenna deadpanned.

"Well then that means you're also my least favourite," Brea said with a gasp. "I'm sorry Jenna. I really don't want you to be my least favourite aunt. I don't mean it, but I have no choice."

"Are you drunk?" Jenna demanded.

"No!" Brea denied in a high-pitched voice. "And quite frankly I resent that accusation."

"Jenna, we're sorry. We're good. Everything's fine," Elena apologised. Brea took a step forward and tripped on a piece of railing, she grabbed Elena for support and ended up pulling her down with her. "Brea, what the hell, that hurt," Elena whined before standing up "Jenna?" she said into the phone before someone covered Elena's mouth and grabbed her. Brea went to try to run inside to get Damon, but the mysterious man grabbed Brea with his other arm and dragged the two of them away with ease.

"Stop licking my hand!" the man growled at Brea who immediately stopped. The mystery man dragged them to an empty industrial site around the corner. "Stay here," he snarled as he released them. Brea just rolled her eyes and went to walk away when his face vamped out in a warning.

"Oh, so it's that kind of stay here? Yep, got it," she said quickly backing up to stand next to her sister.

"I don't want to hurt you two, just him. So stay here or I will kill you," he ordered before running away. Just as he did, Damon rounded the corner looking for them.

"Damon, no!" Elena screamed. But it was too late, the man was hitting Damon with a metal baseball bat. Brea ignored the man's demands to stay there and ran toward Damon, Elena following quickly behind.

"What the hell," Damon groaned at the man hitting him. The man then whooshed over to grab a keg of gasoline before pouring it over Damon.

"NO!" Brea screamed before the man again warned the fast-approaching girls to stay back with his vampire face before he resumed soaking Damon.

"Who are you?" Damon hissed.

"That's perfect. You have no idea," the man snarled.

"What are you talking about?" Elena asked.

"What did he do to you?" Brea asked.

"He killed my girlfriend," the man answered as the girls looked down. "What did she do to you, huh? What did she do to you?!"

"Nothing," Damon admitted.

"We don't understand," Elena said confused.

"My girlfriend went to visit Stefan, and Damon killed her. Got it?" the man explained.

Both girls gasped, "Lexi," Brea whispered.

"Lexi was your girlfriend?" Elena asked him louder. "She told me about you. She said that you were human."

"I was," he said sadly before pulling out a match.

"Lexi turned you?" Elena asked trying to distract him.

"If you want to be with someone forever, you have to live forever."

"She loved you," Elena rushed out trying to delay the man as he went to light the match. "She said that 'when it's real, you can't walk away'."

"Well, that's a choice you're not going to have to make," he snarled assuming Damon was Elena's boyfriend.

"Don't. Don't, please!" Brea begged.

"Please don't hurt him," Elena urged but the man lit the match anyway.

"I'm doing you both a favour," he stuttered.

"Lexi loved you. And she was good. And that means you're good, too," Elena surmised. "Be better than him. Don't do this. Please, I am begging you."

"Damon's a dick. Don't be a dick too," Brea stuttered through the alcohol haze.

"Please," Elena begged through gritted teeth. The man then picked Damon up and threw him into a wall opposite them as he decided not to kill him. "Thank you," Elena whispered.

"It wasn't for either of you," the man snarled before running off. Brea and Elena then ran to his side helping him up.

"Are you ok?" Brea asked looking him over as he blinked in shock before quickly standing and walking off, the girls looked at each other confused before following him. "Are you sure you're ok?" Brea asked confused by his behaviour.

"Yep," he said looking around. "Why don't you two wait in the car," he said unlocking it, "I'll be back," he said before storming into the bar.

"Can you get my bag?" Brea yelled after him and he threw a thumbs up at her. "Thank you!" Brea turned to Elena to see her staring after Damon in concern and Brea just shrugged her shoulders and got in the car, falling asleep almost instantly.

"So why did you bring us with you?" Elena asked Damon.

"Well, neither of you is the worst company in the world Elena," he answered. "You should give you and your sister more credit."

"Seriously?" Elena asked Damon disbelievingly.

"I am so fun," Brea laughed from the backseat. "I give myself plenty of credit," she smiled.

"You were both there on the road. All damsel in distress-like," he said as Brea made a wretching noise at that phrase. "I knew it would piss off Stefan and… the two of you are not the worst company in the world, Elena."

"I used to be more fun," she huffed.

"She did," Brea agreed from the back seat causing Elena to glare at her.

"You did ok," Damon smiled.

"We saved your life," Elena said with a giggle.

"I know."

"And don't you forget it," Elena smirked.

"I won't let you forget it," Brea teased, leaning forward to poke Damon in the arm.

"Show me the picture," Brea demanded as she and Elena stormed into Stefan's room.

"Hi," Elena said.

"Hi," Stefan said back.

"Am I invisible?" Brea asked.

"Hi, Brea," he said.

"Hi," she greeted back before whispering to Elena, "I thought we were going for the tough guy act."

"You could have told us," Elena snarled.

"I wanted to tell you both."

"You said no more lies. Only the truth. We can handle the truth, Stefan. As crazy as it is, we can handle the fact that you are a vampire. And you have a vampire brother…"

"He's actually quite fun," Brea interrupted.

"And that our best friend is a witch," Elena continued. "We can accept the fact that the world is a much more mysterious place than we ever thought possible. But this- this lie, I cannot take," she said pacing and Brea stepped back knowing she was ready to explode. "What am I to you? Who am I to you?"

"You are not Katherine."

"Duh," Brenna snapped at Stefan.

"You are the opposite of everything that she was."

"And when did you figure that out?" Elena demanded. "Before you kissed me? Before we slept together?"

"Ok, maybe I should leave," Brea said trying to run away but Elena snatched her arm stopping her from leaving.

"Before I met you," Stefan admitted.

"Huh?" Brea asked confused.

"What?" Elena asked just as confused.

"The first day of school. When I met you two. It wasn't for the first time."

"Then when was it?" Elena asked.

"May 23, 2009."

"What!" Brea gasped as Elena's face dropped.

"That was the day your parent's car went off the bridge," he confirmed.

"You were there?" Elena asked angrily.

"Every couple of years I come back here to see Zach and see my home. Last spring, I was out in the woods, by old Wickery Bridge. And I heard the accident. All of it," Elena and Brea were well and truly tearing up now and holding each other's hands. "I was fast getting there, but not fast enough. The car was already submerged. Your dad- he was still conscious. I was able to get to him, but he wouldn't let me help him until I helped you both," he said as the tears began spilling uncontrollably from Brea's eyes.

"Oh my god," Elena cried. "When we woke up in the hospital no one could figure out how we both got out of the car. They said it was a miracle."

"I went back for them. But it was too late. I couldn't… I couldn't save them. When I pulled the two of you out, I looked at your faces. You looked like Katherine and Brenna. I couldn't believe the resemblance. After that, I spent months making sure that you weren't them. I watched you both. I learned everything that I could about you. And I saw that you were nothing like Katherine and you…" he said freezing as he looked at Brea.

"I'm exactly like Brenna," Brea finished with a shaky voice.

"I wanted to leave town, Elena, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave without knowing you. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you two. I wanted to, but you were both so sad."

"Why do we look like them?" Elena asked Stefan.

"Elena, Brenna, you've been through so much."

"Why do we look like them, Stefan? What are you not telling us?" Brea said stepping forward annoyed.

"It didn't make any sense to me. You're Gilbert's. They were Pierce's. But the resemblance was too much. And then I learned the truth. You were adopted."

"No," Brea hissed and Stefan stepped forward to comfort her. "No!" she yelled pushing him away and storming out of the room.

"You ok?" Damon asked as she ran passed him.

"Just peachy," she said pushing past him.

"Woah hang on a minute there," he said before being quiet for a minute.

"What!" she snapped.

"It was your birth certificate," he said.

"Huh?"

"They say Brenna and Elena Gilbert. Mystic Falls General. But there's no record of your mother ever being admitted. There's no record of her ever being pregnant. I'm listening," he said tapping his ear and pointing upstairs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Stefan's explaining how he knows to your sister. Thought you might want to know."

"Does he know anything else?" Brea asked crying openly again.

Damon shook his head. "He says for him to know more he'd have to look into the Pierce family, and that was too risky to do. Ugh no, it's getting mushy," Damon groaned in reference to Elena and Stefan's conversation.

"Damon, tell me the truth, please. Do you think that I'm her? The Brenna you knew, do you think we're one and the same?" Brea whispered

Damon hesitated, "yes, I think so," he said quietly. "Here," he said holding out a small portrait. "That's Brenna Pierce," he said as Brea's breath hitched in her throat as she looked at it.

"I... I..." she stuttered looking from the picture to him and back. Brea took a deep breath and straightened up. "Bye Damon," she said, handing him the picture back before racing out the front door and waiting for Elena in the car.

As Elena and Brea entered the house Jenna jumped out of her seat furious. "I don't set a lot of rules. Especially not for you two. I trust you two to tell me the truth."

"That's rich," Brea scoffed heading towards the stairs.

"Excuse me! Where were you? Why were you out drunk on a school night? Why did you lie to me about it? I thought that we were closer than that."

This made both Brea and Elena stop in their tracks and turn to Jenna. "Now is not the time you want to talk to us about lies," Elena snapped before walking to the stairs with Brea.

"Don't do that. Don't turn this back on me. I didn't do anything," Jenna defended.

"I can't do it, Lena," Brea said glaring at Jenna allowing her twin to explain their rage.

"Question- are we adopted?" Elena asked snarkily, as Jenna's face dropped in shock.

"We trust you to tell us the truth too Jenna," Brea hissed.

"How could you not tell us? I thought we were closer than that," Elena sassed before storming upstairs.

"Elena, Brea, I didn't- they asked me not to," Jenna tried to explain.

"We don't want to hear it," Brea yelled as she and Elena entered Brea's room, slamming the door behind them before collapsing on the same bed and crying.