"So where are we going, Microdick?"

"I will kill you if you continue to call me that."

"No, you won't."

Klaus scoffs as he opens an apartment door, "And why is that?"

The Gilbert girl smirks as she walks inside, "Because you have no other friends."

"I will kick you out."

"Good. I didn't even want to come here."

Klaus rolls his eyes, grabbing onto her arms as he leads her further into the small apartment. "You. Stay here... Please."

"And what if I don't? What are you gonna do, Microdick?"

The vampire sighs, moving closer to the girl. "You will stay here until I say you can leave alright, love?"

"Yeah, okay."

And with that, the man left.

— — —

Sol had waited a total of ten minutes before she walked out of the apartment, muttering how stupid the original vampire was.

"I literally told him I was friends with vampires. Is he really stupid enough to think I don't know what vervain is? Maybe it's the old age... Instead of getting wiser he got stupider... Or was he always a moron?"

A deep chuckle comes from behind her, the girl quickly turning before punching whoever it was.

The man groans, bending over as he holds his bleeding nose. "Ow. You pack quite the punch, little Gilbert."

"Who are you?"

"Damon Salvatore. Lovely to meet you, princess."

"Salvatore?" Sol ponders, "Like Stefan Salvatore?"

"Want a gold star?" Damon groans as his nose began to heal, bringing his hands away from his face before wiping the blood on his black jeans.

"A gold star would be lovely. So... Are you my sister's boyfriend or is that your brother? I stopped listening after a while."

The blue-eyed man smirks as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, walking with her down the street. "I'm her boyfriend."

"You're lying. You sound way too smug to be telling the truth."

"You got me, beautiful. Though I could be yours- If you want."

Sol grabs onto his hand before shoving it off of her, "In your dreams. Since when did my sister have a thing for vampires?"

His eyes widened. "You know?"

She gives him a dumbfounded look. "Obviously."

"How do you- I thought you just got here?"

"I have a lot of supernatural friends. And when your nose was magically no longer broken it was kinda obvious."

Damon's hand moves up to scratch his neck, "Guess I gotta work on that... Why are you out here? It's already dark out."

"Oh, I didn't notice," She answers sarcastically. "I was partially willingly kidnapped... sorta."

The vampire laughs, "Been here for a day and you've already been kidnapped? Great, don't tell me you're an Elena 2.0."

"Oh god no. I love my little sister but she is practically a magnet to danger... And men... and women... and now vampires."

Damon smiles slightly, "I like you, little Gilbert. You got spunk. Maybe we should date. We'd be hot together."

"Like I said before, in your dreams, Salvatore. Now take me home, I don't feel like walking." Without asking, Sol jumps on the vampire's back before pointing off in a random direction, "Take me home, Salvatore!"

— — —

The next day, Sol woke up in the comfort of her own home only to hear multiple loud bangs coming from the door.

She sighs, pulling her pillow over her face with a loud groan.

When the bangs continue she begrudgingly gets out of bed before slowly going down the stairs and opening the door.

"Damon? What the hell are you doing here at..." She pauses when she realizes it was 2 pm. "Nevermind. What's up?"

"Your sisters missing and so is Elijah. Have you seen her since last night?" Damon asks as he enters the house.

Sol shakes her head. "No. I thought she was staying at your place. Since when were there two originals in this shit town?"

The vampire sighs, "Around two months? Maybe one. There's been so much shit going on it's hard to keep track. How do you know about the originals?"

"Who doesn't? It was one of the first things I learned when I heard of the supernatural. The originals are very famous, practically the Kardashians of the vampire world."

"Kardashians? You know what? Nevermind. Come with me, we're gonna find your sister."

Sol pauses, grabbing onto the vampire's arm, "Have you tried calling her? You know, before we go on a wild goose chase..."

"Of course I... called her..."

The brunette Gilbert almost laughs as she grabs her phone before dialling her sister's number.

"Sol? What's up, I'm a little busy right now."

"Oh so I've heard. What are you doing hangin' round a bunch of originals? You becoming a groupie? If so, count me in. I've heard they're hot... other than that Microdick Klaus."

It stayed silent for a few seconds, Damon staring at the girl in shock though there seemed to be something else in his stare, lust or pride, she didn't know.

"What the f- Nevermind. Uh... Who? What are Originals? Are they a band? Are you in a band?"

"Oh fucking hell," Sol mutters under her breath, "I know about vampires, little sister. Now tell me where the hell you are. I'll even bring you ice cream?"

"I'm sorry, Sol. But Elijah and I need some time alone."

The older gilbert woman smirks, "Were the Salvatores no good? Guess a thousand years of experience is better than a hundred but... Gotta say I'm proud, didn't know my sister was such a-"

"Shut up Sol. I- I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure you didn't... So you're safe? He's not got you tied up in a basement or something?"

"I'm safe. He won't hurt me," Elena states before hanging up the phone and turning to face Elijah once again.

"I wasn't aware you had a sister."

"I tried to keep it that way for as long as I could. She deserves to have a normal life."

The original smiles, "It sounds like she already knows more than all of you though. I assume your protection wasn't enough. I would like to meet her."

"Sol? You- You want to meet her? Why?" Elena questions with wide eyes, not wanting her sister anywhere near the original.

"Let's just say I am intrigued by her. Text her. I would like to see her but I do not want either of those idiotic, mind-numbing Savatores following her."

— — —

"Alright Damon, get the fuck out of my house. I tried to get her, but it didn't work. Now let me sleep."

The blue-eyed man sighs before getting up, "Fine but call me if she says anything about where she is, okay?"

Sol smiles, "Of course... However, I would need your number to do that, so..."

"Are you flirting with me, little Gilbert?" He asks with a smirk.

"I haven't decided yet... Now leave. My bed is calling me."

Damon smiles at her before walking out of the house. Once he was out of sight, Sol went right back to her bed, only to hear her phone go off once again.

However, instead of throwing it against the wall like she wanted to, she opened the text.

'Meet me at the Lockwood grounds.

Don't tell Stefan or Damon.'

Sol groans loudly, realizing she had to leave her bed once again.

"He better be fucking hot," She mutters before getting out of her bed.

— — —

Sol walks up the small hill on the Lockwood property, Elena and a man in a suit came into her sight.

She shrugs as she stares at him, "Good enough for me."

Her words cause both human and vampire to look over, Elena beckoning her over. "Sol, you're here."

"You called. I come," She states as her eyes trail over her sister's body checking for any sign of injury before looking at the original. "Elijah, I assume?"

"You assume correctly Ms. Gilbert."

"What do you want with my sister?" Sol asks cutting to the chase.

Elijah smiles, "I was just informing your sister on how the curse of the sun and moon... is fake."

Sol breathes out, relief flooding through her. She thought he was gonna say something like they were getting married.

"But if there's no curse?" Elena starts as she stares in confusion.

"There's a curse. Just not that one. The real one's much worse. It's a curse placed on Niklaus."

Sol grins, "Ah that's why he has a microdick. Damn. Poor guy."

Elijah smiles, turning his head to face the other way, hearing Elena's phone ring only to ignore it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Klaus has been trying to break it for the last thousand years and you are his only hope."

Elena, still not getting it, asks, "Well what is this curse?"

When Elena's phone rings again, Elijah sighed before pulling it out of his suit pocket and handing it to the girl.

"Your phone will not stop its incessant buzzing. Answer it, please."

"Stefan? What's wrong? No. I'll be right there."

Both Sol and Elijah stare at her, Sol more in confusion while Elijah glared.

"Klaus went after Jenna. I have to go to her."

"I thought she was still at the university," Sol states.

"She was. She just got back after you left for here."

"I'm afraid that wasn't part of the day's arrangement," Elijah says as he glares at the younger girl.

"She's my family, Elijah. I have to. Besides, you know I wouldn't leave my sister here without coming back-"

"Wait wait wait," Sol mutters, cutting the girl off. She lifts her finger to point at Elena, "You are leaving me with," she moves her hand to point to Elijah, "Him?"

Elena, ignoring her sister, speaks up once again, "You have my word."

"That doesn't mean anything to me until you live up to it."

Breathing out, Elena smiles slightly, "Thank you."

As soon as Elena was gone Sol turned to the original, "So is that your suit? I was told you wore nice ones and that one looks terrible... It's really bad."

— — —

A few hours later, Elena came back, barging into the Lockwood home only to see Sol and Elijah fixing their clothes in a crazed manner.

Elena almost pukes as she turns to face the other way. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I- Oh- Ew."

Sol smirks as she rebuttons her top, "You can turn around, Lena. We're good."

"I- You- You slept with him?"

"I mean we didn't do much sleeping," Sol shrugs before turning to Elijah, lifting her fist up. "We should do it again sometime, sexy suit man. Now come on, fist bump me."

Elijah stares at her dumbfounded, his eyes moving from her fist to her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused, now fist bump me."

It took Sol a few moments to catch on, "Oh my god you're so old you don't know what a fist bump is?"

"Don't be stupid. Of course, I know what a fist bump is."

Sol smirks, "Then why haven't you done it yet? What are you waiting for?"

"She just wants you to bump your fist against hers. It's basically high-fiving but she hates high-fiving," Elena curtly explains, not knowing how long her sister would tease the original.

"Elena!" Sol groans, though she did get her fistbump. "Yes! I'm gonna make a list and make all of you sexy originals fist bump me... or maybe it should be sleep with me? Guess we'll see. Bye sexy suit man! Bye Lena!"

"Your sister is very... Eccentric."

Elena smiles, "She gets that a lot. Guess you like it though, considering you slept with her."

The original smiles, "Like she said; we didn't do much sleeping." 

A/N 

Well that just happened...