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Olivia Hunt sighed as her parents continued to flirt with each other.

"An hour's drive to hear that crap, you know, it wasn't even a band." Olivia's father said jokingly.

"He wasn't that bad." Her Mother protested while smiling.

"He sounded like James Blunt."

"What's wrong with that?"

"We already have a James Blunt. One's all we need."

"So why did you come, Darren?"

"Because I love you!"

"Ew, guys! Anyway, when are we home? And what's with all the fog?"" Olivia asked while looking out the car window into the woods. Her reflection was only just showing her long blonde hair and her bright blue eyes.

"WATCH OUT!" Olivia's mother shouted as a shadowed figure appeared in front of the moving car. The body hit into the car causing the windshield to smash, it then hit the roof and landed onto the wet cold floor. The car skidded round in a circle before stopping to reveal the panic of the passengers.

"Are you guys okay?" Olivia's father turned to face her and she nodded.

"We just hit someone! Oh my god!" Her mother reached into her bag and pulled out a cell phone, Olivia watched as she quickly dialled 911. Her father left the car, panting heavily. Olivia watched as he ran towards the body on the ground, he reached down and the person sat up fast. His mouth went to Olivia's father's neck. Olivia screamed and turned to her mother but she had already left the car.

"Mum? No, COME BACK!?" Olivia shouted but the car shook once again when her father's dead body landed on the car bonnet. She opened the door but a man she felt she knew met her. He had black hair that hanged over his ears, high cheek bones and a solid jaw line. His best feature was his eyes that were shockingly blue; Olivia was reminded of the sky at the beach. Only his lips were covered in blood.

"Flossie?" He leaned in towards her and smelt her, Olivia shrieked. "Sleep till I wake you." Olivia felt her eyes close and she was surrounded by darkness.

Damon ran with the girl in his arms. It didn't make any sense, Flossie was dead. Of course Elena and Katherine look alike. Then the worst memory started to form, it had been a lovely summer day in Mystic Falls, was just Stefan, him and Florence. Damon was 16 while Stefan was only 14, Florence was 13. Flossie was wearing a baby pink dress with white lace, it had a matching pink bonnet which had 2 white fabric flowers attached. She looked beautiful with her golden locks that seemed to mirror the sun's rays. Her eyes were ocean blue but they were glistening with sorrow, reflecting the horrors of her troubled life.

"It will get better Floss, trust me." Damon watched as Stefan reached forward and took hold of Flossie's hand, she smiled up at him.

"Thank you, I just think I can't take another one of my father's outbursts." Florence sighed and picked at the picnic basket, undoing the button over and over again.

"Why don't will play a game? Catch maybe?" Stefan picked Flossie up and looked towards Damon, Damon simply nodded.

"But what could we catch?" Flossie frowned, her forehead wrinkled. Damon immediately reached inside the picnic basket and picked out an apple, it was dark red and reminded Damon of blood.

"Yes, but we need to run as well to make the game even harder?" Foss asked while smiling, both brothers nodded and all three of them began to run. They threw the apple between them for a while till they came to a small bridge over water, Florence ran ahead.

"Stefan, throw it!" She shouted while climbing up the wooden railing of the bridge and began to balance. Stefan threw it over arm but it was completely off, Floss jumped to catch it meaning she fell into the water, she couldn't swim.

"FLOSSIE!" both brothers shouted but it was Damon who had jumped into the water to save her. Damon dived but the water was murky brown so he couldn't see a thing, he just held his hands in front of him hoping to grasp onto Floss. Seconds past like minutes and minutes past like hours till someone was picking Damon out of the water.

"What on earth were you doing you idiota, you could have drowned!" It was his father, Giuseppe.

"WHERE IS FLOSS?" Damon shouted, while trying to break himself out of his father's grasp. Giuseppe never answered as Damon turned and looked into the water. A body covered in a baby pink dress was floating...and then the memory ended. Damon gently laid Olivia down on the forest floor, he would come for her later and then he would take her to Stefan...Damon then set off in search of Elena.

A day later, after the party in the woods.

Stefan ran into the Salvatore boarding house away from the party, he opened the door to Zach sitting at the table going over papers.

"What's going on?" Zach asked, while turning to face him.

"Someone else was attacked tonight, Zach, and it wasn't me." Stefan sped upstairs to find the balcony door open and a crow on the balcony; He immediately knew who it was. "Damon."

"Hello, Brother." Damon smirked and walked into Stefan's room. He was wearing a black leather jacket which camouflaged with the rest of his outfit, apart from the young girl he was holding in his arms. Her hair was blonde but Stefan was unable to see her face as she was leaning towards Damon.

"Crow's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Wait till you see what I can do with fog." Damon said while placing the girl on the sofa, her eyes were closed to show dark long eyelashes, She looked weirdly familiar.

"When'd you get here?"

"Well, I couldn't miss your first day at school." Damon walked away and leaned on a bookcase. "Your hair's different. I like it."

"It's been 15 years, Damon." Stefan said while crossing his arms.

"Thank God. I couldn't take another day of the nineties. That horrible grunge look, did not suit you. Remember, Stefan, It's important to stay away from fads." Damon smiled and started to walk across the room.

"Why are you here?"

"I miss my little brother." He stopped in front of the girl and started to play with her hair.

"You hate small towns. It's boring, there's nothing for you to do."

"I've managed to keep myself busy." Damon gestured to the girl on the sofa.

"You know, you left that girl alive tonight. That's very clumsy of you." Stefan said while angrily putting his hands in his pockets.

"Ah. That could be a problem...for you." Damon then smirked again.

"Why are you here now?"

"I could ask you the same question. However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up into one little one...Elena. She took my breath away; she's a dead ringer for Katherine. Is it working, Stefan? Being in her world? Does it make you feel alive?" Damon was playing a game, a cruel game.

"She's not Katherine."

"Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended. Tell me something, when's the last time you had something stronger than a squirrel?"

"I know what you're doing, Damon. It's not going to work." Stefan went to leave but Damon hit him causing him to turn back.

"Yeah? Come on. Don't you crave a little?"

"Stop it!" Stefan was reminded of play fighting when they had both been little.

"Let's do it, together. I saw a couple of girls out there. Or just, let's just cut to the chase; let's just go straight for Elena." Stefan pushed him backwards and shouted.

"STOP IT!"

"Imagine what her blood tastes like!" Stefan turned away as he felt his face transforming.

"I can."

"I SAID STOP!" Stefan took hold of Damon's jacket and jumped out the window, breaking it. They both landed with a thud. Stefan pulled himself up to see Damon leaning on a wall, his arms crossed.

"I was impressed. I give it a six. Missing style, but I was pleasantly surprised. Very good with the whole face-thing, it was good." Damon gestured and smiled.

"You know, it's all fun and games, Damon, Huh? But wherever you go, people die." Stefan began walking towards him.

"That's a given." Damon just rolled his eyes.

"Not here. I won't allow it."

"I take that as an invitation."

"Damon, please. After all these years, can't we just give it a rest?"

"I promised you an eternity of misery, so I'm keeping my word.

"Just stay away from Elena." Damon quickly lifted his arm so his hand was around his Stefan's throat, He then threw him backwards. Stefan landed on his back and looked up at Damon.

"You should know better than to think you're stronger than me, you lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again." A door opened and Damon spoke again. "That girl that I dropped off, Do me a favour and put her in my room; don't you think she looks a bit like...Flossie?" Images flooded though Stefan's mind of his little Flossie, another look alike? "I think we woke Zach up, Sorry, Zach." Stefan then watched as Damon sped off towards the forest.