As only a small town resident could know, nothing ever happens in a place like Mystic Falls, Virginia, a sort of a bigger, modern village. Everyone can name each and every single person that lives there by their first and last name and they all follow the same routine over and over again: wake up, go to school or work, hang out with friends after (if there is still some time left), sleep and repeat. For the humble number of population living in Mystic Falls, the jobs provided by the town were more or less enough. Simple, yet average labour posts such as town sheriff, bartender, doctor and so on.

As one girl will learn, a small town is the perfect place for the beginning of life changing events. For, a quiet place is perfect to hide secrets and hidden gems from the world. And usualy, it's bigger, modern villages (kind of) like Mystic Falls, Virginia, that has the most fascinatig history.

Celia blinked groggily. Her eyelashes felt like stones and rocks, but she couldn't let them fall over her eyes. She needed to stay awake. And keep running. One hand hold her middle body, aching from the rapid movement, the other threw away from her path branches filled with leaves. She felt sick. Nauseous. Her muscles were sore. She kept running. Untill she didn't anymore. And she collapsed.

"Celia? Celia! Where is my blue blouse?" A high pitched voice woke up the grumbling teenager. The girl in question opened her silk, dark-brown eyes only to give her sister a look of pure annoyance, frowning her eyebrows and wrinkling her face to avoid the mocking sun.

"Stop shouting, Care."

"Where is my blue top blouse? You borrowed it for your little extanded trip and now I can't find it anywhere!"

Again, instead of giving her sister a real answer, Celia asked her to shut up and let her sleep, turning on one side and burrying her face in the pillow. She hoped it would also muffled the noise. For a few seconds, it did. But then, a pair of hands grabbed her, yanking her head up.

"What the...? Caroline!"

Caroline Forbes, a blonde, tall, blue eyed beauty smiled at her younger sibling. She obviously was awake for a while now, since she acted hype and fresh with not a single hint of sleep around her. "Don't be like this, lazy. I did you a favour. You're gonna be late if you don't leave your bed now."

Celia moaned and tried to break free. All she acomplished was a pair of leggings and a white t-shirt landing on her lap accusingly. Caroline pointed her finger at her and left so she could dress.

"Your button-up is in my unpacked bag, by the way."

Celia has been studying aboard in New York for the past year. Only, she prolonged it with a few months, wishing to settle there. She was forced to return home when the Gilberts died, leaving behind two teenagers: a girl, Elena, the same age as Caroline and her brother Jeremy, the same age as Celia, who so happens to be her boyfriend. So staying in another city, miles away from him when his parents just died was not an option. Altough, she was, indeed, living her dream in the 'big apple'.

"Thank you!" and the younger girl could hear her sister's winning smile, that brought one of her own to her lips. The first after she came back and had to say good-bye to her incredible friends.

Celia and Caroline looked nothing alike. Not just the eye, but the body type, bone structure, features, style and personalities were all polar opposite. It made it easier for people to guess the truth: the younger girl has been adopted by the sheriff. Of course, everyone knew that. It was a really big, unusal occurance and it happened right outside the town. An eleven years old, Celia, stumbled alone in the woods. Her brown locks, a mess suited for birds to make a home in it. Her clothes hanging ripped on her while her eyes widened in fear at the sight of company. Like a deer in a flashlight, the little girl cried and hide, running even faster after Elizabeth Forbes, the best cop in town, found her. It took the woman days to track Celia in the woods, but eventually, she located her and brought her to her house.

The stranger paced around uncomfortable, her dirty shoes leaving trails of dried dust and leaves crunches all over the floor, much to Bill's (Elizabeth's husband) dismay. But Liz didn't mind. She got a bath ready for her, served her with scrambled eggs and provided a cozy bed for her. Soon enough the papers were done and Celia officialy became a Forbes.

Her first weeks went by with no interaction what so ever. Caroline tried to befriend her new sister, but to no prevail. So she gave up and decided to ignore her too. What the twelve years old didn't know was that poor Celia has been through something. Several somethings. Trusting people no longer came easily to the forest girl, as the town papers called her, all eager to know her story, all thankfully scared away by Liz.

"I am sorry! So, so sorry, Char! I can't stop!" Tears streamed down her face, mirrored by the girl in front of her as the latter smiled sadly. "I know."

A loud sound ringed in Celia's ears. A blinding light engulfed her. When she could see again, two more persons were missing. "Aaron? Rey?" She shouted. "Aaron! Rey!" No answer. Untill she tripped and fell. Looking down, she screamed and sobbed when no more air fueled her screams. New tears sprung on her cheeks. At her feet, three bodies laied still. "Charlotte, Aaron, Rey." Celia wishpered. "No", her cries continued, scratching her throat and emptying her of energy. Salty drops slipped in her mouth. Trying to get the sour taste out, she accidentaly bite her toungue and inside of her lips.

Blood, tears and desperate yells floaded the crowd gathered around. But no one scooped in to aid the eleven years old falling apart.

The next morning she ran. With no destination in mind, she ended up in a forest near a town sign. Amd a road. That is all she remembered about her very first night in Virginia.

"Have you seen mom this morning?"

If they start off with the left, the two girls became best friends and real sisters whitin a year.

"Nope."

Hearing the simple world caused Caroline's smile to fade. It quickly resurfaced as a fake one, though. How can a cheerleader present herself sad on the first day of school?

"Sorry, Care." She said, playing lifelessly with her bracelet. A silver, thin, thread that is never missing from her wrist.

"No, no. It's okay." The older teenager dismissed Celia's attempts to comfort her. As she always does when it comes to the relationship between her and Liz. It's a tough subject for the blonde, normally happy girl. As soon as Bill left, not long after the newest member of the family arrived, Caroline and Elizabeth cool out. It's funny in a way, because the very thing that separrated a mother from her daughter, pushed the girls together and formed a strong sisterly bond. "Let's go!"

Few months later

"Honey, I'm home!" Celia sing-songed while entering the Forbes residence. She barely opened the door using her pinky and ring finger, her hands being filled with paper bags from the store.

Keeping the white door open with her foot and pushing it with her hips to enter the house, the youngest of the family searched the empty hallway for someone. "Anyone here yet?" She asked. Silence bounced back to answer. "Of course not." Celia sighed and made her way to the kitchen.

The teenager started to place the grocerries, arrangering them on their respective shelves, when the door clicked and Caroline stormed in. The blonde didn't even glance at her sister once, too busy to cover her smoldered sobs and puffy eyes.

Naturally, the brunette followed her up the stairs and into her room, where she spotted her on the edge of the bed, holding a soft pillow close to her chest so she could rest her head on it and weep in peace.

"Care? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing is. Go away!"

"Not a chance. Spill! Whom do I have to kill?"

The mere thought of sweet, quiet Celia to murder someone for hurting her made her snort, yet a small smile spreaded on her face. "You can't hurt a fly." And just like that, her frown returned. Celia wouldn't harm anyone or anything. She would not even want it to beggin with. So how come she is a homicidal freak? Why couldn't she control herself?

Celia gripped her best friend's upper arm in a warning to calm down. Keith, the yankee vampire whom she became close with, shot her a confused, yet angry look. His eyes glowed dark red and black veins like a spider web spiraled under his eyes. Fresh blood dripped from his fangs. Surrounding him, a bunch of dead bodies were the result of his night hunt.

Keith is usualy a casual, humane vampire. He and his boyfriend, Dylan, basically adopted an orphan girl from the streets, Lydia and did the same thing for Celia when se arrived in New York, all alone and lost.

But these people deserved his wrath, for they hurt Lydia. Leaving Dylan to comfort her, Keith went down on a killing road. And Celia searched for him to stop him.

"This isn't justice, Keith. You know it!"

"They can't get away with what they did!"

"They won't. The police will take ir from here and put them under bars for a very, very long time. It's the best punishment: they want freedom and will go crazy when deprived of it."

Keith seemed to make peace with that outcome, when one of the men spoke up, mockingly. "Yeah, that's right. Walk away! There was no need for all of this anyway. She asked for it."

This is how Hell broke loose. Quite literally. The fifteen years old Celia's eyes darkened untill no white, iris or pupil could be seen nor tell apart. Her bracelet itch her, so she took it off. Her repulsed, distastefull look cast with hatred and rage on the man in question. She drained a drop of blood from her finger and began to chant in a foreign language.

After, she took the magic she needed from Keith, with the hand still on his upper arm. Then she yanked it away and draw a five angles star in air. A similar pattern burned at the man's feet, encircling him with higher flames untill no more of him was left.

"What just happened?"

"I sent him to an unbreakable prison. With only one way out: me. And unfortunetly, I forgot to take some of his DNA to bring him back." Celia spoke in a sweet, malicious voice.

"Where?"

"The ninth circle of Hell." Was the last thing she said before her eyes returned to normal and she put the bracelet back on.

"That's because flies aren't behind your tears." Celia teased, noticing the mood swap.

"I'm a monster," Caroline whispered to no one in particular.

Sun shone on a sleeping girl. She couldn't be older than eleven, yet she appeared so incredibly sad even in her sleep. She woke up screaming numerous times before she tired herself out. Now, it was late afternoon and the girl still slept.

When she finally woke up, the brunette gilr rushed outside. Memories from last night showered over her like a lightning storm and she made her way in the jungle around them quickly.

Of course, her dissappearance did not passed unnoticed and soon enough a search party was sent for her. This time 'round, the found her easily. But when they did, they saw something no one expected to see on Celia's face: anger and hate. Impossible to be cured sadness.

Her father took a step forward, trying to reach for her. But then, Celia screamed louder than ever before, letting go of all the inside furry dirrected at the people on the island.

While she did so, the earth crambled at her feet, moving to match her power. In no time, the little girl sat on a whole, brand new, volcano. And at her sign, it erupted. Lava swallowed everything in its way, from innocent trees and animals, to people, razing much of the poor island off of the face of Earth.

It was the younger teenager's turn to knitt her eyebrows together. She looked expectantly at her sister, waiting for her to continue. But she remained silent. How could she not? Celia admired her. Always had. And she was so innocent, Caroline found herself unable to ruin it. To tell her everything that was truly going on in Mystic Falls since Stefan Salvatore and his horrible, horrible brother came to town. How could she tell her own sister that she turned into a blood sucking monster and killed a man that night? And part of her enjoyed it. The sweet taste lingering on the tip of her tongue while inhalling liters of blood. The power she felt as the red liquid flooded her mouth. The adrenaline in her veins when she finished him and had to hide the body. Except, she came to her senses and didn't.

Guilt washed over her and she cried, letting out all the stress, pain and confusion form the past days. The last thing she needed was her friend's, Elena, look. She gave her the accusatory glance before moving her eyes to the corpse by her side. And as if having someone watch at you the way they would see a criminal, Damon had to say those things to her.

"The only thing useless and shallow is you."

They repeated over and over again in Caroline's head. Much enough to make her believe them. Her mind was already filled with thoughts of self hatred from before transition to vampire. Adding up to it, she actually killed someone and, obviously, was beating herself up over it. It has been hard to deal with her lost memories once they came back to her and she thought she got a hold of the situation. But then Damon got the upper hand again, hurting her once more. Only this time differently. His words and Elena's silence – that to her only meant her approval on his statement – cut deeper than hungry vampire's fangs.

"Caroline," Celia pressed. "Come on. Just tell me what happened. I promise I will help you, no matter what."

She sounded so genuinly, so heartbreaking concerned. But once she would fin out about her secrets, about her deeds lately, she will dismiss her in horror. Caroline was sure of it. So, the newly turned vampire shook her head, blonde curls whiping her face and wiping the wet trails of her tears.

"Please. I won't say anything, I won't try to fix it unless and untill you want me to. I just need to know what's wrong so you can at least take it off your chest for a bit." Her sister's pleading eyes melted Caroline into listening. She explained everything: how Katherine, the Salvatore's ex, is a five hundred years old vampire, how this lady chocked het to death while in hospital and now she became one too, how that night she stained her hands red with someone's life. And Celia, true to her words, stood silent, taking it all in and making sure to not give anything away with her expression. Anything but support and tenderness.

When Caroline was done, she squized her hand to show her she loved her the same. Nothing changed and she could never repel her. Exploding into a new wave of tears and hiccups, the blonde vampire pulled Celia into her arms, hugging her tight. Luckyly, she managed her strength this time and did not crush her sister.

Something still seemed off, though. The brunette, smart and witty, sensed Caroline had one more thing hiding form her. "Care, is that all?"

Pursuing her lips, she nodded. "Yes, of course. Why would you think otherwise?"

"Because you are really weird about it. Like, right now."

"Oh, it's nothing. Really. Just tired." She waved her hands around, almost asking Celia to leave her to sleep the whole problem off.

"Care."

"Celia." The brunette gave her sister an irritated look, raising her eyebrows to persuade her in telling her whatever was left to the story. "Ok, fine. I just, I don't know how to say it."

"Shoot. Spill it."

"Damoncompelledmeandtookadvantageofitfully."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Damon compelled me and took advantage of it fully." Caroline repeated slower. It took Celia a few seconds to wrap her head around what she heard, blinking numerous times in disbelief and parting her lips to speak up several times. No sound came out.

"Yeah, he was – is – a total jerk. I mean, he only wanted Elena from the start, but I fall in his trap because I desperately wanted a hot boyfriend and then, when I found out he's a vampire, he compelled me to be his girlfriend still so he can feed on me and, you know, stuff." Caroline took a deep breath, sucking back a tear threatening to roll down again, before she continued. " But it really was my fault. Should have never make myself so available and..."

"No, stop! You can't blame yourself for this. I won't allow it." Celia's bracelet began to glow orange as rage build up inside her. She felt this way before twice and each time it ended with fire or death. Maybe even a little bit of both. An unstoppable hatred, a dark wish to make the one responsable for hurting her sister pay tenfold, an insatiable hunger for revenge, because when no one else could – or would – make justice for them, they had to take the matter into their own hands. And when this happens, it gets personal and subjective.

"It's only, only his fault!" The younger girl spitted between clenched teeth, scratching her wrist where the bracelet burned. Her voice was merely a whisper, but it held so much anger, Caroline snapped her head up to look at her sibling. And she gasped at what she saw: Celia's eyes were pitch black, like a cluster of shadows swirlled in her orbs.

Glossy as glass, yet still soft as silk, her eyes stared at Caroline's scared face before realizing what must have happened. She twriled her head to the left, avoiding the blonde's curiousity filled question. Something else could be heard behind it in her voice: the soft tremble of a pomping heart quimmed in fear.

"I'm sorry. I'll let you rest."

"No-uh." Caroline stopped her, speeding in front of her to block the door from her bedroom. "I told you my secrets, now it's so your turn."

Celia's eyes went back to normal and cautiously inspected the carpet, the marble floor, basically anything but her sister. She expected to meet a disgusted look, terror and tensed reluctense in her posture. But once the shock washed off, Caroline was left with nothing but pure interest.

"Well, where do I start," Celia half laughed, half sighed. "I amawitch."

"Again."

"I am a witch."