It'd been a while since I had been back home.

A long while.

Ever since I'd turned into a vampire, 145 years ago. I had no idea how in the world it happened, it just did. Apparently, the wine I had drank on the night I died had been laced with vampire blood. I didn't know who's.

But I knew who had killed me.

I didn't really want to go back into that for the moment.

I'd only gone back home because I heard this is where both my brothers had returned. I'd hated Stefan and Damon both for the longest time . . .I just couldn't do that anymore. Well, Damon maybe, if he hadn't changed from the last couple of . . . how many decades? Ten? Eleven? I didn't know.

I'd forgiven Stefan though. Both of my brothers had been the reasons why I turned, I guessed. With the infatuations with the vampires back in 1864. But I had made the decision to become a vampire. I lived with that decision. Though, Stefan had forced Damon to turn . . .

I sighed as I drove back into my home town after 145 years in my Aston Martin Vanquish black convertible. Not the best car in the war, but definately noticeable.

I'd wanted to see Stefan. It'd been about over 100 years since I had seen him or Damon, and I missed my older brothers. If I saw that either of them were the cocky dicks I had heard about back in the 1900s, then I would bolt in not even a second's notice.

Just the way I was.

I fiddled with my daylight necklace that let me walk in the daylight without burning to death in the sun. Emily Bennett had made it for me after I'd turned. The iron setting was actually silver, with a big, blue lapis lazuli stone in the middle.

When I showed up, both Damon and Stefan were in the driveway, broken glass everywhere, Stefan lying on the ground, not by it, and Damon standing over him, and when my car pulled up in front of them, both looked up at me.

Damon showed surprise first. "Kaylin."

"You look like you've seen a dead girl," I said tauntingly, very much realizing the irony of my words. I got out of my car and shut the door, walking around it and glancing at Damon, and then down at Stefan. "Hello, brothers."

We all heard the rumbling inside, and Damon covered up his shock. "I think we woke Zach up." He turned around and headed for the house, leaving Stefan and me. "Sorry, Zach."

I rolled my eyes and walked up to Stefan, holding out a hand to him. "He never changes, does he?"

Stefan sighed, taking my hand and I helped him up from the ground, and he smiled just a little. "What are you doing here, Kaylin?"

"It's been almost a hundred years," I told him in a duh voice. "I've missed my older bro."

He started to laugh, and then I was wrapped in his hug. "At least I'm happy to see one of my siblings."

I smiled and hugged back. "Don't worry. I got your back if anything goes wrong."

Stefan sighed as we walked into the Boarding House, and  I came face-to-face with our "uncle" Zach for the first time. "Hey," I said nonchalantly.

He looked back at me,  and then to Stefan with an explanation. "She's our sister," he told him.

Zach nodded, understanding. "Kaylin."

I nodded, smiling a little. "One and only."

Zach looked at Stefan. "She's not like Damon, is she?"

"Zach, I'm right here," I said. I shook my head. "And, no, I'm not. I don't kill anyone to feed. Fact, I don't feed from humans at all."

"You're an animal drinker?"

I shook my head. "Blood bags." I looked off to the way I heard Damon scoff. "Keeps me stronger than animal blood so I can deal with certain . . . . situations."

Zach nodded. "Okay."

Stefan sighed again, and he nodded towards the stairs. "Can we talk?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Brooding brother's got to get something out other than writing in a diary."

Stefan rolled his eyes at my teasing, taunting tone, but I followed him up the stairs and into his room.

"Why are you really here, now, after all this time?"

"I . . can ask you that," I said in a cute voice.

"No, really, Kaylin. You haven't been back since we turned. Why now?"

"I told you," I said. "I missed my brother." He gave me a no-joke look back. I let out a sigh. "And maybe I figured you'd need some help in the Damon-department." 

Stefan smiled, looking down. "I'd really appreciate that. Thank you, Kaylin."

I nodded. "So . . . " I looked over at him as I saw a picture on a table. Rectangular envelope case for the picture inside, the cut out of it an oval and revealed a girl I very much hated from back in 1864.

Katherine Pierce. 

I walked over and picked it up, then looked at him and looked at him with a confused look I knew said what the fuck. "Why do you still even have this?" 

Stefan walked over and took it from my hands. "Don't worry about it."

I scoffed. "You're one telling anybody not to worry about anything, the little pouty Salvatore."

He smiled. Then he sighed. "Look, I have to tell you something about a girl I met, and I need you listen to me very carefully."

"Why?" I asked with suspcion.

"Because she looks exactly like Katherine."

I gave him a wide-eyed look. "Are you serious? Katherine burned in the church."

"No, no, no, that's what I'm saying," Stefan said. "She's not Katherine. She's human, and she's completely different from what Katherine ever used to be."

"You mean, she's not an needy, clingy, psychopath maniac?"

Stefan smiled again, looked away, then looked back at me. "No, she's not. She's--she's kind, and selfish, and caring and . . . human."

"How do you know all this?"

Stefan sighed. "I saved her life once. She was drowning at the bottom of the lake by Wickery Bridge, and I saved her. When I looked at what she looked like, I thought it was Katherine playing tricks, but I spent a long time here, figuring out that she's not."

I sighed. If Stefan thought all of this was true . . . "What's her name?"

"Elena." He sat down once more, taking his diary and the picture of Katherine and looking down at both. "Listen. Can we talk tomorrow? I really just want to make sure she's okay, after tonight."

"What happened tonight?"

"Damon attacked a girl."

I scoffed. "Go figure."

"Please?" he asked again, looking up. "We can talk, we can catch up . . . we can do anything you want."

I smiled at him, and then nodded. "Of course. Go see the girl that you 'met'."

"Don't say it like that," Stefan said with a small smile, got up and put the picture and the diary away. He turned back to me. "There's five other bedrooms besides Zach's, the one Damon's going to chose, and then this one. You can pick whichever one you want."

The smile widened. "Thanks."

"See you tomorrow?"

I nodded, cutely. "See you tomorrow."

I let him go to see his girl while I picked out my very own room, which Damon stopped me in the hall. "You mean, you didn't come back for me?" He asked tauntingly.

I scoffed. "Yeah, Damon, I came back for my oldest, emotionless vampire brother who just loves ruining everyone's lives."

"Oh, come on, Kay," Damon called me by my old nickname. "Don't be mean."

I turned around, when he gripped my arm as I tried to pass, and I took his arm and broke it. "Night, Damon." I said as he pushed him to the floor. "Don't let a vampire bite."

I smirked as I chose the best room I could find--other than Damon's. The bed was kingsize, and there was a black nightstand next to it, my favorite color, with gold handles--just the color, not the metal--with a silver and blue lamp on top of it. The bed itself had plain white sheets, but I was going to have to fix that. I turned and saw that it had its own bathroom inside, and I sighed of relieve. I did not want to share a bathroom with three guys, though I knew there was probably more then 3 in the house.

The floor boards were a simple brown wood, and there was a dresser-vanity, completely brown. Wood. There was a flatscreen TV, and I thought I was going to like this room.

Maybe not so much Mystic Falls.

I'm soooo sorry about the short chapter, but I didn't want Kaylin anywhere that she shouldn't be. She can't just randomly appear wherever it isn't necessary, and for no reason at all. But thank you so much for reading :)