After an hour at the grill, Eve became bored and suggested going back to the boarding house. Damon had gotten bored faster than Eve, but ignored his boredom until the two had finished their easy game of pool. He was almost sober, Eve decided, after she got most of his Mystic Falls drama out of him. His words weren't slurred as badly and he didn't smell so much of bourbon.

"Damon." Eve muttered towards Damon as he began to put on his jacket. Damon looked over at Eve as she stood by the wall, looking up at the shelf where the pool chalk was. "Can ya?" Eve muttered embarrassedly as she held the small cube of blue chalk towards him without making eye contact. Damon only chuckled lowly as he walked over to her and took the chalk.

"I think the people who made these racks assumed that women would be a normal height." Damon smirked down at Eve as she rolled her eyes at him. "You know, 5'7" or so?" Damon added, knowing Eve's height bugged her when she couldn't reach things for herself.

"Ya know, just fer that, I'm goin' ta take yer bottle of bourbon from under yer bed." Eve sassed, walking past Damon toward the exit. Damon quickly caught up to her and began to pout. "Ya put this on yerself, Mr. Salvatore." Eve mocked him as the two walked out of the bar and into the bright sunlight. Eve couldn't help but blink as her eyes adjusted to the new lighting.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry you're so short." Damon gave a half-assed apology. Eve rolled her eyes as the two crossed the road. Eve made sure to check both ways before while Damon simply began walking.

"I was a normal height, Day. At de time…" Eve muttered as the two got to the car. Eve clicked the unlock button as Damon jiggled the passenger side handle impatiently. Damon gave Eve a look over the car. Eve only huffed as she opened her door and sat down.

"At the time, the average height was maybe 5'4" Eve." Damon sassed as he plopped himself down on the seat. Eve shook her head as she buckled herself in and started the car. Damon sat back for a few moments before Eve gave him a look and he put on his own seatbelt. "Not like we're going to die in a crash." Damon muttered.

"Don't care." Eve muttered back as she backed out of her parking spot and began the drive to the boarding house. The drive was quiet for a while before Eve glanced over at Damon and saw him looking out the window. "Ya never told me about dis girl." Eve stated. Damon looked over at her confused. "Ya know, de girl!" Eve emphasized. "De one dat's keepin' ya here!" Eve exclaimed dramatically. Damon rolled his eyes, his mood instantly souring.

"There is no girl." He sighed. "The only girl there had been was Katherine and she is not here." He groaned. "The only real girl that's keeping me here now is you." He smirked as he tried to play off the small sad look that crossed over his features.

"Fine, no girl." Eve muttered, ignoring his comment. "Now what de hell am I goin' ta wear ta de gala, Mr. Salvatore?" Eve smiled, getting off the subject quickly.

"Who said you were going?" Damon sassed. Eve mocked a hurt expression.

"Yer goin' after de women, I can go after dis Laric guy." Eve smiled at her plan. Damon glanced over at her.

"I don't know if he's dangerous, Evelyn." Damon said seriously. Eve looked over at him at the mention of her full name. "I don't want you getting hurt." Eve rolled her eyes at his caution towards this seemingly human man.

"I can take care of meself, Damon." Eve reassured gently. "I'm 119, Day, I think I can handle a human." Eve muttered with a sly smile. "Now, I need some dirt on de guy." Eve smiled as Damon let out a defeated sigh. Her mind was made up and not even Damon could change it. "Does he have a girlfriend?" Eve wondered. "'Cause he may want ta kill ya or Stefan, but I'm not goin' ta take any damage from de chick dat's datin' him now." Eve teased. Damon rolled his eyes again.

"He does have a girlfriend, but I think he got roped into doing the whole thing because of her." Damon shrugged. "Creepily enough, he's dating Stefan's girlfriend's aunt." Damon put emphasis on 'dating'. Eve's eyebrows furrowed together.

"Weird." Eve muttered, agreeing with how creepy the whole situation already was. "And ya say he' a teacher?" Eve questioned. Damon nodded.

"Yup." Damon popped his 'p'. "Teaches Stefan." Damon muttered. Eve let out a groan.

"Dis is so strange already." Eve muttered. Damon could only chuckle.

"Out of all the things I've already told you about Mystic Falls already, this is what interests you?" Damon questioned. Eve let out a small laugh.

"Am I supposed ta be interested in why ya killed Lexi?" Eve wondered. Damon felt a small ping of guilt start to bubble up in his chest. "It was a bit of a dick move, Day. But I'm not surprised by it." Eve shrugged. Damon glanced over at her. "Damon, yer me friend fer a reason. We aren't saints." Eve chuckled as she patted Damon on the cheek. The guilt in Damon's chest died down. Eve was just as horrible as he was. And she didn't think that she was horrible. She just thought it was normal. 13 years was far too long a time to be away from her.

"You know, I'm sure you can find something in your closet." Damon smirked at his agreement for Eve to go with him was so subtle.

"Quite de charmer, aren't ya?" Eve smiled back at him. Damon only shrugged.

"No one's touched it." He chuckled. "Just wear something provocative." He smirked. This time, Eve rolled her eyes.

"Damon, I am probably de least provocative type of person ya could ever meet." Eve grumbled. "When was de last time I wore somethin' scandalous?" Eve questioned, emphasizing 'scandalous'. Damon shrugged his shoulders, smirking. "What?" Eve questioned him. He put his hands up defensively.

"Nothing." He muttered with a slight chuckle. "I'm just not sure if you remember '85 like I remember it." Eve's eyes widened at the statement. She felt her ears and cheeks grow hot instantly.

"We said we were never goin' ta talk about it, Damon." Eve hissed at him, trying to ignore the smirk that was still plastered on his face.

"We aren't talking about it, my dear Evie, I'm talking about it." He let out a dark chuckle. Eve groaned as she finally pulled up to the boarding house. "All I'm saying is-"

"Stop it." Eve hissed as she put the car into park and quickly shut off the engine. "No more talk about '85." Eve growled dangerously. Damon could only laugh as the two got out of the car. "Dat Laric guy seemed ta have known ya." Eve averted the subject. Damon shrugged his shoulders as they walked to the house.

"He seems familiar." Damon muttered. "Maybe I murdered his family?" Damon wondered aloud as he opened the door, waiting for Eve to go inside. Eve thought about it.

"I don't know, maybe. Sounds like somethin' ya would do." Eve shrugged. She couldn't remember if he had or not. The amount of people Damon had killed was far greater than hers, but she was usually helping him with murder as well.

"You make me sound like I'm a serial killer, Evie." Damon chuckled as he closed the door. "Like this is a normal conversation people have. 'Do you remember who I killed?'" His voice changed as he did the dialog. 'Hunny, it's been such a long time and yuv killed a lot of people. I don't knuw.'" His voice became higher as he tried to impersonate Eve's accent.

"Dat's Scottish, ya prick." Eve scolded him at his bad impersonation of her. Damon only rolled his eyes.

"Sorry. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going ta go take a shower." Damon stated already walking towards the stairs towards his room.

"Good," Eve muttered walking behind him, "Maybe wash de murderous thoughts and smell of alcohol off yer breath as well." Eve muttered to him before turning down the opposite hall from where he was headed.

"Oh shut it." Damon hissed back at her as he began to strip even before he got to his room. Eve only huffed out a laugh at him as she went to her own room. Eve opened the door to the woodsy smell.

Eve had opened the windows to air out the stale air that had suffocated the room earlier. Eve took a deep breath in of the familiar smell that she could only describe as Mystic Falls. Eve sat on the bed, thankful to not have the sheets that would have showered the air with dust still there. Eve glanced at the closet door. The whole room looked like it needed dusting; even the door looked like it was covered in a layer of dust. She didn't even want to look in the attached bathroom. Eve took one last breath of the air before pulling herself off her bed and walked towards the closet.

Eve pulled open the double doors to her closet, looking into the dark at a few different pieces of bright fabric. Eve switched on the light that flickered on before emitting a shallow yellow light. Even the light bulb hadn't been touched…

As Eve looked at the empty hangers beside a few dusty looking dresses from the 1920's to the 1990's, Eve couldn't help but snicker.

"Sure Damon, I can find somethin' in me closet; an antique show." Eve laughed to herself. "I wonder what all I have?" Eve wondered, looking back at her two unpacked suitcase and duffle bag. Before she walked over to the two bags, Eve looked back in the closet. In the back, Eve kept shoes, and some older shoes were starting to come back into style. Maybe she could get by with some very vintage shoes. As Eve ventured to the back, she noticed a light beige pair of shoes. Eve knelt down taking a closer look at the pair. Light violet bows attached to the straps. Now those shoes were old.

Mystic Falls; 1912

"Mr. Salvatore, I do not understand why we are waitin' ta go ta me house." Eibhlín muttered quietly as Damon and Eve hid behind a tree meters away from Eibhlín's front door. Damon let out a low groan.

"They buried you, Evie. Well, your father did. In the clearing we went by earlier, just after you had smirked and told me not to trip." Damon urged the memory from Eibhlín. Eibhlín thought about it and remembered the eerie feeling she had gotten when she looked at a patch of dirt. "I thought that you might have remembered how you died." Damon continued quietly. "Your father was digging by the time I showed up; I was still too weak from my lie down in your vervain infested closet, so I watched him dig. Your mother…she found the clearing and started breaking down." Damon said stopping himself. Eibhlín looked over at him as she realized what he was saying. She looked down quietly. "He wasn't too happy with her being there."

"Did he…?" Eibhlín trailed off, hoping Damon understood what she was trying to say. The silence was a loud enough answer for her.

"Your mother tried to stop him but…" Damon trailed off as if it hurt him in some physical way. "Your father, he practically threw you in the ground. You weren't even a foot under. It wasn't too hard for me to dig you out." He stated. "I took you away from the spot. Waking up after dying is not a pleasurable experience and I would rather you had time to try and remember by yourself than me instantly bring up your death." Damon breathed out calmly. Eibhlín simply nodded at him, trying to think of some way to get off the topic.

"How do I do dis den?" Eibhlín questioned. Damon glanced over at her and she made a ridiculous face to try and bring out her fangs. Damon held back a small chuckle. Before, as the two were walking back to Eibhlín's own house, she felt a sharp pain in her gums. The two had to stop walking from Eibhlín's pain. Damon explained it was her fangs starting to develop and that the pain wouldn't go away until she turned.

"Do…oh, you mean bite." Damon said quickly realizing what Eibhlín had meant. He was happy to get off the subject of Eibhlín's father as much as she was. "Well, it's really easy. All you have to do is get that first smell of blood in your nose." He said so nonchalantly. Eibhlín shuddered. "If you don't want to do this, Evelyn…" Damon trailed off. Eibhlín looked back at him and shook her head stubbornly.

"No, Mr. Salvatore, me mind is made up and I do not wish ta die today because of me father." Eibhlín growled. Damon only nodded his head. He only wished that he had the opportunity that Eibhlín was getting. Both being able to choose to become a vampire and to kill her father. Damon didn't care if this was more for his own pleasure than hers. He could have found anyone for Eibhlín to kill, but he wanted it to mean something. He wanted her to feel if she really wanted what she was asking for. So there the two waited.

As the moon rose higher in the sky, Eibhlín looked around the tree anxiously. Her father was supposed to be out of the house by now. What was her death to his drunken ways? The heightened emotions that Damon said Eibhlín would start to feel were growing weaker. Eibhlín had no intention on dying, but if Damon's plan did not start to pan out, she was going to be dead. Eibhlín glanced at Damon again. He noticed her anxious looks and began to feel anxious as well. Maybe he was going to have to do this a different way, a less subtle way.

"Come on." Damon said, grabbing Eibhlín's hand quickly and leading her towards the front doors. Eibhlín followed him without a question, but with every step she took, it felt like she had run for hours without stopping. "Evelyn." Damon snapped suddenly pulling her face up towards his. "You are not dying tonight, do you understand me?" He growled lowly, but he didn't look mad to Eibhlín, he looked worried. Eibhlín nodded, feeling weaker by each movement she did, and yet, still trying to reassure the man that she was okay. Damon accepted her agreement before going to the front door, opening it and making his way into Eibhlín's house.

"Damon, what are ya doin'?" Eibhlín questioned using almost all of her energy to hurry towards the door. Climbing the steps was another challenge that she faced before getting to the archway of the door and being held back by the same invisible force that had forced her to stay out of the house Damon had gotten to go into earlier.

"I'll be back." Damon muttered quietly as he seemed to suddenly disappear from the bottom of the stairs. Damon had told Eibhlín that it was called 'flittering', when vampires ran fast. Eibhlín leaned against the railings of the house, desperately trying to keep herself up. Eibhlín couldn't help but let out a small sigh.

"I'm goin' ta die tonight 'cause of me Da not getting' drunk." Eibhlín thought to herself. What a cruel irony the world threw at her. Jumping out of her thoughts, Eibhlín heard a low grumble from inside the house. It sounded like it had come from behind her. She glanced behind her shoulder to not see anything before looking back in the house.

"What are ya-" Eibhlín heard a low accent fill her ears. Her whole body tensed as she realized the voice was her fathers. She looked up the stairs to not see any movement. This must have been her vampire hearing. The more she focused on the sound, the better she could hear. But all she could hear now was muffled yelling. Before long, Damon came into view at the top of the stairs with Eibhlín's father in his grip and a hand across his mouth. A strong feeling of fear overwhelmed Eibhlín as the two got closer to the door. Her father's face showed both fear and anger, and that was just from Damon. Her father flared in Damon's grasp before suddenly stopping and looking at Eibhlín as Damon dragged him to the front door.

"Eibhlín?" The older man questioned as Damon let go of his mouth. Before the man got a chance to scream, Damon spun him around to face him.

"You aren't going to make a sound and you aren't going to run, do you understand me?" Damon growled lowly keeping eye contact with the old man the entire time. Eibhlín watched as her father nodded. Without warning, Damon bit into his neck. Eibhlín couldn't help the slight gasp that left her lips. That was, before the smell of blood hit her nose. Instantly, Eibhlín felt the sharp sting of her gums again as Damon pulled away from the man, whispering something to him before dragging him over to Eibhlín. Damon smirked at Eibhlín without a word before pushing the man's head down towards Eibhlín. "You have a little something in your eyes, Evie." Damon chuckled lowly.

Eibhlín didn't even register what he had said. She didn't even know what she was doing until she felt the warm liquid against her lips. Every part of her body suddenly snapped awake. She was a vampire now, technically dead, but she had never felt more alive. She hadn't even noticed a pressure around her neck. Her eyes opened quickly. She hadn't even realized that she had shut them. Now Eibhlín looked at her father's dark green eyes. A feeling of disgust wrapped around Eibhlín as she finally looked at her father. She wasn't used to be so close to the man without the fear of being hit. But now, even as he held her off the ground with his hands wrung around her neck, she was looking at the man without an ounce of fear.

His hair was the same color as Eibhlín's with specks of grey. His eyes were a dark emerald, but once, they were as bright as Eibhlín's. Freckles were splashed across his face as carelessly as they were splashed across Eibhlín. His ears pointed to the sky, the same as hers. The feeling made her nauseous. She looked like her father.

Eibhlín snapped out of her daze and grabbed her father's wrists and instinctively pulled them down. Only this time, for the first time in her entire life, she successfully pulled them off of her without a problem. As her feet hit the porch, her father's eyes lit up with fear.

"Ailís!" He screamed backing away from Eibhlín as quickly as he could, grabbing onto his neck. "AILÍS!" He screamed louder. Eibhlín leaned against the railings of the house again, taking a breath in. What had she just done? Damon ignored the bleeding man as he slid down the wall to the ground slowly, walking over to Eibhlín carefully.

"Are you okay?" Damon questioned lowly as a loud thud brought both of their attentions to Eibhlín's father who sprawled out on the ground. Eibhlín let out another breath and nodded as footsteps pounded in Eibhlín's ears. Damon's hand began to travel towards Eibhlín's before the sounds of footsteps rushed out the front door.

"Ádhamh?!" Eibhlín's mother screeched, falling to her knees beside the burly red head of a man who coughed out blood. Eibhlín took in a sharp breath as her mother's dark jade eyes met her own light emerald. A sharp pain in Eibhlín's chest emerged when her mother's eyes grew large. An audible gasp left her lips.

"Eibhlín?" She whispered. A wheezing cough brought everyone's attention back to the man on the ground. "Ádhamh, mo ghrá" Another sharp prick of pain flew through Eibhlín's body. Mo ghrá; my love. Her mother had only said those words twice to Eibhlín's father, and both being times she thought he was going to die. The first had been when influenza spread back in Ireland when Eibhlín was only a child and now, when Eibhlín was the one who caused her father's misery.

"Ailís, dese monsters tried ta kill me!" Her father hissed. In an instant, Eibhlín felt wood crack under her grip from the railing.

"Evelyn…" She heard Damon warn lowly. She was going through a lot and her mother was not going to help her if she blamed Eibhlín for what had transpired. Sure, it was her idea that she didn't want to die, but it was Damon's idea to have it be her father that made her transition.

"Tried ta kill ya?!" Eibhlín snapped. "Ya did a fine job of killin' me yerself!" Eibhlín screamed walking towards the two. In an instant, all of the rage that had clouded Eibhlín's vision was swept away by her mother's slight flinch at her brash approach.

"Dat is enough, leanbh." Her mother hissed. Eibhlín stopped dead in her tracks at the harsh tone of her mother's voice. Damon watched as a family tore apart in front of his own eyes. He felt himself get off the porch and down the few steps to the landing of the house. If need be, he could grab Eibhlín and make for the hills.

"Ma, I-" Eibhlín whispered, ignoring Damon's movements as she froze in her spot.

"Have ya not done enough?" Eibhlín's mother snapped more harshly towards her daughter. "I warned ya, didn't I?" Her mother snapped louder. "I warned ya ta stay away from the Salvatore's!" Her usually calm and collected manner changed in a blink of an eye as she stood up. "I warned ya and look what ya've done, ya cailín dúr!" Guilt wrapped around Eibhlín quickly. What had she done? "I said ya would regret it fer the rest of yer life!" Her voice growing louder by each word she spoke. Damon had said that every emotion would be heightened once the whole transition was complete, but Eibhlín had never imagined so much pain to come so quickly.

"Ma-mather, I-I-" Eibhlín stuttered as her mother closed the space between them. Eibhlín saw the dark scar that now covered the side of her face. "Mather, he hurt ya and yer defendin' him!?" Eibhlín snapped suddenly.

"He has never hurt me like ya have tonight, Eibhlín." Eibhlín sucked in a sharp breath at her mother's words. "Now get out of here. I never want ta see yer face again." Her mother's eyes shifted away from her daughters and traveled back to the dying man on the ground. Eibhlín felt her eyes start to water at her mother's words.

"Mather, pleas-" Eibhlín's voice cracked before her mother looked back at her, her dark jade eyes spilling out tears as she shook her head.

"Níl mé do mháthair." Her mother snapped in Irish as she began to push Eibhlín. Eibhlín stepped back until she felt her foot miss a step. Damon caught Eibhlín as she tripped backwards. "Agus nach bhfuil tú mo 'níon…" Her mother's words grew softer as she turned back towards her husband. She knelt back down beside him and let her hands brush away her husband's stray hairs. "Tá mé aon iníon." The last words came out so quietly that even Damon had to strain his ears to hear. But Eibhlín heard them loud and clear. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she felt tears start to fall down her cheeks.

"Eibhlín?" Damon's hushed words wrapped around Eibhlín. She said nothing as she stared at her mother without moving. That was until everyone heard a loud voice boom out.

"Ma?" A familiar deep voice called out from the dark house. Eibhlín felt so drained by this point, and yet, she found herself instantly turning around to face Damon. Damon saw the panic in her eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Oh no." Eibhlín squeaked before grabbing Damon's hand and pulling him away from the house. Eibhlín still hadn't learned how to flitter, so without questioning her antics, Damon held her hand and quickly flittered away from the house's view. "Fock." Eibhlín muttered as the two stood in the forested area. Eibhlín leaned her head against the nearest tree and held onto the tree tightly.

"Well, I mean, that could have gone a lot better." Damon muttered. Eibhlín let out a small snort. "And it could have gone a lot worse." His voice picked up again. Eibhlín didn't move from her spot. "Do you wish to know a secret, Miss Evie?" Damon questioned close to her ear. Eibhlín glanced over at him as he pulled out a handkerchief.

"What?" She questioned as his hands took my face and turned it towards his.

"I never wanted to become a vampire." He said quietly before gently rubbing the handkerchief across Eibhlín's bloody mouth. Eibhlín cocked her head as he chuckled. "Surprisingly, it wasn't even my own decision." He muttered. Eibhlín saw a trace of sadness cross over his eyes. "No, that decision was from my little brother." He stated matter-o-factly. "He just couldn't leave me be." He growled. The gentleness of his hands was gone. Eibhlín quickly grabbed his wrist as lightly as she could and pulled it away. Damon let out a sharp sigh.

"I had some sort of idea of ya not wantin' what ya had." Eibhlín said quietly, thankful to be distracted. Damon cocked his own head towards her. "Back when I told ya that I did not wish ta die; ya had dis look on yer face. It was only dere fer a moment, but a moment was long enough." Eibhlín muttered. "I just…I just do no-" She cut herself off quickly, "-did not want to die…" She said. "But now it seems I have died anyway in me ma's eyes." Eibhlín muttered outloud. "Mr. Salvatore, do ya know any Irish?" Eibhlín questioned.

"I know a little, but only the basic words." Damon admitted. Eibhlín knew he must have been curious about what had transpired between the mother and daughter. And right now, Damon was her only friend in the entire universe. That was, if she could call him friend.

"She said she wasn't me mather." Eibhlín said quietly, glancing back towards where her home was. "She said dat I wasn't her daughter." Eibhlín took a breath in. "Dat she had no daughter." She finished feeling the painful stabbing feeling in her heart. Damon's eyebrows flew together with a look of concern. "Mr. Salvatore, I dislike dese changin' emotions." Eibhlín growled suddenly. "I had not realized how…heightened dey would be and dey are quite annoyin'." Eibhlín snapped, not sure if she was really annoyed by her heightened emotions or annoyed that she was trying to ignore them. Damon saw the internal struggle and chuckled lightly.

"It hasn't even been ten minutes since you turned." He smirked gently. Eibhlín rolled her eyes at the man. "What do you wish to do with your family?" He questioned. Eibhlín blinked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"What do ya mean?" She questioned back.

"Are you going to kill your father?" Damon asked as if this was a normal conversation. Eibhlín hadn't even thought about her father. He was already dead to her; as dead as he made her.

"What did ya do ta yer family, Mr. Salvatore." Another flash of sadness washed across the man's features. But as usual, just as soon as they had crossed, they were gone, as if he had never felt the feeling in the first place.

"My family was dead; I didn't have to worry about it." Damon shrugged. Eibhlín looked down, trying to think of what she was supposed to do.

"Me mather hates me. She loves her abusive husband more dem she loves me." Eibhlín muttered lowly. "I want me Da dead." Eibhlín growled before letting out a sigh. "But me mather is happy with him." She sighed. Only then did she think about her brother.

"Me brother...he…he doesn't deserve dis." Eibhlín choked out. "Mr. Salvatore, ya told me dat ya-er…vampires could do…mind control, aye?" She questioned. Damon's eyebrows furrowed together before he realized what I was asking of him "Séamus…me brother should not know dat his deirfiúr leanbh is a monster."

Translations:

Mo ghrá- My love

Leanbh- child

Cailín dúr- stupid girl

Níl mé do mháthair.- I am not your mother

Agus nach bhfuil tú mo 'níon,- and you are not my daughter

Tá mé aon iníon- I have no daughter

Deirfiúr leanbh- baby sister

Wow, this chapter was so long hot damn. But I wanted to hurt my precious Eve because she needs to build up character and what makes her who she is and blah blah blah. So what better way to hurt her than by having her mother disown her? Hahaha Ifeelsobadmypreshbabeishurting. There were a lot of things going on, but I hope you enjoyed!

GiraffePanda2, I hope you're ready for the sass that is to come with the bachelor raffle. No spoilers but shit will probably go down! :ooo (Caroline is soon to come after the bachelor raffle as well so that will be fun to write out her character development! Sheissocuteicantwait) I hope you are as excited as me man. I HOPE I MAKE YOU EXCITED FOR THIS STORY BECAUSE YOU ARE PRESH.