The Salvatore house was surprisingly quiet. Stefan and Damon were in the living area, drinking Bourbon, of course, but no one else was there for the first time in what seemed like eternity to them, which must have been long.
But that peace was about to change, starting with a simple knock at the door.
Damon, seeming a little confused, looked to Stefan. They both got up to answer.
The door was opened and there stood a rather beautiful girl. She had a dyed grey wavy bob that came down to her jawline, piercing green eyes, stood about five foot four and wore an oversized, grey, off-the-shoulder sweater over a tank top, skinny jeans and military style boots.
"Hello boys. I'm your Great Vampmother." She smirked.