We are in the kitchen of Elena's house; Elena and I are sitting at opposite ends of the table.

I couldn't help but feel that this was symbolic.

Gran was by my side; we held hands.

'What's going on?' Stefan stood behind Elena, rubbing her shoulders. John glanced at her, then back at me and Gran. 'Well?'

'Well,' John cleared his throat, glancing at me, 'after my brother, you, Elena, Isobel, and I didn't halt our relationship... ' he briefly looked at her, then turned back to me, 'we became acquainted with Beau-'

'Ha, you and that woman did more than acquaint yourself with my son.'

'Gran.'

'Isobel was involved with us both; she got pregnant. Bella's your sister!'

'What?!' was Stelena's joint reply.

Stefan looked like someone dumped a bucket of cold water on him, whereas Elena looked like she'd been hit with a ton of bricks.

She looked at me like I was an invasive species contaminating her environment.

'What?' Elena asked again in a strangled voice.

'Bella, when did you find this out?' Stefan asked.

'When you guys told me who Isobel was.'

'You kept this from me!' Elena spat out venomously at me.

Her father, who pretended to be her uncle her whole life, just told her that she had a sister, and she was angry that I extrapolated it before she did.

'I did no such thing.'

'You could have told me at Grill!'

'And if you would have just been a fricking adult told why you wanted to see those pictures, you would have saved a whole heap of trouble!'

Elena turned red. 'You could have just told us-'

'And you could just told me!'

'I don't owe you anything!'

'And you think I owe you because...?'

Elena's turned purple and stammered something about me being selfish.

'How am I selfish?!'

'Keeping things from me-'

'I was keeping my life private from some girl I just met! I told you I was adopted, and you blabbed to Bonnie the first chance you got!'

'I-I-'

'I told you Stefan was a vampire, and you called me a drug addict!'

Stefan, John, and Gran turned to me as Elena screamed, 'Get the hell out of my house!' she jumped up from her seat.

'Elena Miranda Gilbert!' John flared. 'How dare you speak to your sister like that!'

'She is no sister of mine!'

The remark urticated more than I care to admit, so I countered, 'It's not my fault that you're too self-absorbed to see what's in front of you!'

'I'm not self-absorbed.'

'Maybe you're just too stupid, then?'

'Isabella!' Gran castigated.

'Get the hell out of my house! I don't want you!'

'Like I want you! Isobel didn't.'

Gran, John, and Stefan stared in disbelief at me; Elena looked ready to burst into tears or start pivoting fists.

Stefan held on to her, and Elena's face turned purple. 'Stay the hell out of my life. I do not want you as a sister!'

Alaric didn't understand why Isobel called to meet up or why he agreed to do it, but here he was.

In the town square meeting up with his dead- sorry undead wife, Isobel.

'Hi, Ric.' She breathed.

'Isobel.' He stated flatly. 'What do you want?'

Before he could react, a man was behind Alaric.

After all the time, that's what she thought of him?!

'Yeah, we don't have any loose ends.'

'You may not. I do.'

'What do you mean?'

'I need to apologize to you.'

'It's a little late for that.' He scoffed.

She gave him a sad smirk. 'No, not for what I've done in the past. We're beyond that. Although I am sorry for outing you to your girlfriend. That was petty of me.'

Thinking of Jenna enraged him. 'Look, whatever jacked-up vampire amends that you're trying to make with me right now, I'm not interested.'

'Of course not, because I compelled you to let me go. I realize that I don't wanna do what I have to do without you knowing how much I loved you and I did. I loved you so much. He's all yours.

Before he could react, a man was behind Alaric.