"Hi, Mayor Lockwood, Lyra." Elena Gilbert greeted, making the blonde snap out of her daze, "Hey. Hey, guys, come on in." Richard greeted, "Thank you." Stefan managed to say before the blonde senior glomped him.

"Stef-Stef!" she beamed, earning a laugh from the brunet as he embraced her carefully. Neither noticed the glares sent by Elena nor Damon.

Lyra pulled back, still smiling. "St-" the blonde cut herself off when the Gilbert girl dragged her friend away.

"Don't take it to heart, baby girl. I'm sure Elena just wanted to show him some of her family's history." Richard assured, brushing his daughter's hair behind her ear. She smiled, "Yeah.. I'm gonna go find, Ty-Ty."

"Okay." he nodded and kissed her forehead before she trotted off.

The blonde Lockwood maneuvered through the crowd. She was looking around, scanning her surroundings for her baby brother.

She rounded a corner, only to crash into someone. "Sorry about that, baby cakes." a voice she instantly recognized chimed, her head snapped up, grey-black eyes meeting golden brown. "You never told me your name." she pouted, crossing her arms childishly, which made the man laugh.

"Are you ready to hear me out?" he mused, smirking as she sighed loudly, "Fine." "Great." he chirped, lightly grasping her wrist, he pulled her outside.

The cold air nipped at her skin, but she ignored it, letting the strange man guide her to a private spot. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly two chairs appeared. Lyra let out a startled yelp, jumping away from the furniture like it'd burned her.

The man laughed, "Relax, baby cakes. You're safe." she glared halfheartedly as he sat down, and cautiously followed suit.

"First things first, my name is Gabriel." he stated, summoning a lollipop. The blonde nodded, tilting her head in curiosity, "You said I have more siblings?"

"Yep." he mused, popping the 'p'. Lyra nodded, "Okay.. if we're siblings then.. what am I? Can I do the magic thingy you can?" she questioned, leaning forwards as her eyes glimmered with wonder.

Gabriel laughed, "You're an archangel, baby cakes. You can do technically do whatever you want." "An.. archangel?" she repeated, he nodded, "Yup. The youngest one. There's Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, me, and then you." the hazel-brunet explained.

"I.. if I'm an archangel, then.. why did Daddy find me half-dead?" she inquired, her brows furrowed as she eyed her apparent brother.

"Father dearest created you to be the peacemaker between our brothers. Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael, since they fought more often then not." Gabriel informed, leaning back in his seat.

"Mike and Luci were fighting when she attacked.. The Darkness, our aunt. She had found out about Father's newest and more favored daughter, and sought to hurt Father by taking you away."

Lyra nodded for him to continue, "We tried protecting you.. but she got the upper hand, before Father could aid us, she got to you.. We don't know what happened to you after that.. all we knew was that you were gone."

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The Lockwood girl sighed as she wondered her family's property, Gabriel had left a little while ago for 'angelic duty' as he had put it.

So she was waiting for him to return. "Let go!" the blonde jumped at the sound of her baby brother's loud voice, without another thought, she ran in his direction, concerned and confused as to what would make him angry.

She quickly found Tyler, his girlfriend Vicki Donovan, and their mother. Lyra smiled at the brunette, "Vi!" she cheered, hugging her classmate and friend. "Hey, Rara." the older Donovan laughed, hugging the smaller blonde.

"Tyler... We didn't get a chance to say hello earlier. It's Vicki, right? Matt's sister?" Mrs. Lockwood questioned the brunette as the two seniors pulled from each other.

"Yes, ma'am." Vicki confirmed, Carol falsely smiled, "You'll have to excuse my son's rudeness. He get's it from his father." Lyra tilted her head, Vicki returned the fake smile, "Well, that's okay, Mrs. Lockwood. Tyler and I were just saying goodnight."

"Awe.. really?" Lyra pouted, Vicki giggled, "Sorry, Rara." "It's okay.. I'll see you at school." the blonde smiled, walking her friend to her car. Carol shot a look to her son once her daughter was out of hearing range.

"That's what you get when you bring the trash into the party."

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Lyra yawned softly, her damp blonde hair hanging loosely as she left her bathroom, "Looks like I missed the party, baby cakes." Gabriel mused from her bed, making the teenager jump.

He chuckled, "Sorry, baby cakes." "Why do you call me that?" she questioned, plopping on her bed, "What? Baby cakes?"

"Yeah." she confirmed, eyeing the celestial being. "When you were younger, you used to ask Luci to make cupcakes all the time since he 'made the best' in your toddler opinion." he laughed, "You'd always call them 'baby cakes' so that became your nickname for me."

"Oh." she giggled, "What did the others call me?" "Mike would call you Sera, Lea, or Little one." Gabriel answered, "Luci called you Sera, Blossom, Little Flower, Rosebud, Bloom, and Snow. Raph usually called you by your full name, but when he didn't he called you Phinn, Phinny, or Rose."

"What's my real name?" Lyra asks softly, almost like she didn't want to know. Gabriel smiled, "Seraphina. Luci had gotten to name you."

She nodded, letting the information sink in. "I know this is a lot to drop on you, baby cakes.." Gabriel sighed, "But there are dangerous things in this world, and I wanted you to be able to protect yourself."

"What do you mean?" she mused, tilting her head, "There's other creatures in this world, Se-Lyra." he sighed, "Vampires, werewolves, witches, pagan gods... I just want you to be able to protect yourself."

The blonde nodded, "Y.. you can call me Seraphina." she said timidly, "B.. but only i-if you promise to tell me more about myself and our family?"

Gabriel chuckled, tucking her damp platinum locks behind her ears. "It's a deal.. get some rest for now.. I'll see you tomorrow, Sera." he smiled softly and kissed her head, "Okay.. Good night, Gabe.." she murmured, he smiled and lightly tapped her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, little sister."