The Pieces of the Past

Summary: With the anniversary of their mother's death quickly approaching, Damon and Stefan make a startling discovery about a new arrival to town that changes their lives as they know it. They always knew that they had a sibling shielded by mystery, but how entwined are the Salvatore brothers lives with their sister?

Chapter One

"I have spent the past one hundred and fifty years living as a vampire, protecting my son and his descendants by any means necessary while shadowing my brothers, following them as they make stupid and rash decisions, getting into trouble so easily.

I wasn't all that surprised to see my mother released from her prison world but what surprised me the most was that she didn't tell my younger brothers of my existence. Perhaps she forgot about her only daughter? She did have those heretics to call her family. Did you get all of that?"

The young woman watched as the human she had compelled sat in her large and empty home, typing furiously on an old typewriter. It was only the two of them, for the past couple of months it had only been them; a hunter and her prey.

"I got it, continue." He replied. For some reason unknown to him, he was content being with this superhuman who made murder look like sport. They had met at the same time every week; Thursday's at ten.

She nodded once and got onto her feet. As she continued her memoirs, she started to pace around the room. The sound of her heels on hard wood echoed the room.

"When I learned of my mother's return to Mystic Falls, I hoped to reunite our family as I learned from a couple of old friends that family is strength and yes I have my descendants but nothing calls to me more than the possibility of meeting my siblings. That's why I acquired this house in the place of my birth. This is the right time to emerge from my shadow status and make contact."

The young man took the page from the typewriter and watched the vampire pour herself a glass of blood red wine. "Is that it for today?"

She smelt the rich liquid and took a sip. "Yes, I will see you for our session next week. I'll let you show yourself out."

The vampire turned her back to him as he got out of his seat and stepped towards one of the unshielded windows. He couldn't help but notice the way she observed the way the world moved around her as she kept herself locked away in the darkness. He felt sympathy for her, he knew that it was silly of him to but he did. He couldn't help but call out a goodbye as he left but she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge the noise. She had been alone for so long that she was completely focused on one goal; making contact.

It had almost been a year since Lily died, Damon was still indifferent about their mother but his brother could tell that with every day that brought them closer to that date, Damon would start to slip from the unreachable heights he had put himself on. He still refused to open up and talk about his feelings towards the matter but unlike Damon, Stefan wanted to know more about their mother, she was the woman that had brought him life after all.

Stefan turned to the only person he could trust with the burden of finding Lily's diary. Since his break up with Caroline, he had trusted Valarie with everything; this task was just another thing on a seemingly infinite list.

"If you want, you can look through her stuff." She offered but he declined.

"She was more like your mother than mine, it seems disrespectful."

Valarie nodded and scratched her head awkwardly as she tried to get the words she wanted to say out of her mouth. "How are you holding up after your break up?"

He put his hands in his pockets and chewed the inside of his cheek briefly. "Better than Caroline. I'm actually fine, it isn't weird between the two of us which wasn't what I expected."

"I'm glad that you're good," Valarie went silent for a moment as she looked down at her feet, "I'll let you know if I find anything. Is there anything else that you need?"

Valarie wanted Stefan to stay, she couldn't help it but she still had feelings for him. She wanted him to feel the same way, one day.

"No, just the diary. I have to meet Damon at the Grill; I'm his new drinking buddy so I'll see you soon, hopefully with some good news."

She forced a smile onto her face and gripped onto the door handle as she watched Stefan return to his car. "See you soon."

Damon waited for Stefan impatiently at the bar; Stefan was always late. He was already on his fourth bourbon when Stefan made an appearance. Damon's arms were outstretched as his brother approached him. Whether Stefan liked it or not, they were going to be drinking buddies again.

"Nice of you to show up, brother." He took a swig from the glass. "I was just telling,"

"Luce…" The barmaid reminded.

"Luce, that you were probably going to stand me up."

Stefan glanced at the familiar looking barmaid and occupied the stool beside the slightly drunk Damon. "And why would I do that?"

"Well, I know for a fact that you were visiting that red headed buzzkill before you arrived and I just thought that you would've fell back into old habits." Damon gave him a quick smirk as he finished the contents of his glass.

Stefan rolled his eyes and leaned on the bar. "I just broke up with Caroline, I'm not desperate unlike you." He knew this was a lie but unlike his brother, Stefan had morals. When he looked away from his brother, he noticed the dark-haired barmaid watching them with a smile. "Do I know you? Your face looks so familiar."

"You don't know me, I guess you could say I'm new to town." She slid a glass across the table and took her rag to a spill on the wood. "You look like a Jack Daniel's kind of guy."

"And what do you like to drink, Luce?" Damon asked, waggling his eyebrows at her in a teasing fashion.

"I'm more of a red wine kind of girl."

"I like wine, but then again I like anything alcoholic."

"I'm sure you do." She laughed as she sauntered to the other end of the bar, picking up a few empty glasses along the way.

"So why did you summon me here?" Stefan turned back to his brother and raised a brow.

"Can't I have a drink with my baby bro?"

"What's it about this time? Enzo? Elena?" he pressed his bottom lip to his glass and watched his brother. "Lily?"

"It's an innocent drink, that's all." He insisted.

"I'll just wait until you get a little drunker and come clean. By the looks of it, that won't take too long."

"Ha," Damon scoffed as he shook his empty glass at Luce who refilled it quickly, "I'm not drunk."

"Okay then," Stefan waited until Luce was at the other end of the bar before asking, "What's the story with the barmaid? I swear I've saw her before."

Damon shrugged. "There's no story but it's Mystic Falls, there's no prize for seeing someone you recognise."

Stefan ignored his brother's quips and searched his brain for a memory of that woman named Luce until he found it. He first encountered her in the 1930's in Chicago. Back then she was known all over the city as simply Luce and nobody knew her surname; no one could get close enough to find out. At parties, she kept to the side lines, in the darkness she was in her element and in the day time, she clung to the shadows for dear hope.

As he made his revelation, he looked up from the bar to catch one last glimpse of the mysterious woman but she was gone, a new barmaid in her place with the name badge reading 'Luce'. Stefan stood up and patted his brother on the shoulder, "I'll see you at home, if you make it home."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I've got something to do, try not to drink the bar dry."

Before Damon could say another word, Stefan was gone. He made a noise of displeasure and continued drinking, he wasn't going to let Stefan ruin his night.

Luce stepped into her empty palace with a grin on her face, she almost danced through the hallway as she peeled the repulsing Grill uniform from her small frame. Finding her brothers again gave her a high; she had lost track of them and her progenies in the 1970's because of her own problems but now she was ready to break her silent and observing nature towards them. Talking with Damon for that small while in the bar was like all her Christmas's coming at once.

She ran a bath for herself and sunk into the suds. Her hand found the nape of her neck as she came down from her mental heights. Her leg emerged from the water as she thought back to her long life, following her brothers to the ends of the earth while watching her heirs grow all the while, managing to find love for herself. She had a stressful and tormenting life for a long time and it was something that she regretted deeply.

Luce had spent the last months of her human life and her early vampire years as a slave to Klaus' affections. He had trapped her into believing that he cared about her and her best interests as she followed him for thirty years behind his lead. Another downfall was falling for someone that she shouldn't have; Elijah. It was hard to develop their relationship and their true love behind the tyrant.

Before she realised, the water had become cold during her reflection. She grabbed a towel and secured it around her breast bone and left her bathroom. There was something off, there was somebody in her home. A thief that was going to chance their luck? It couldn't have been, a human couldn't make the tiny hairs on her neck stand at attention. There was only one man who could make her feel like that, one man who could ever make the air around her have a sense of thrill that swayed through it carelessly.

She could feel her excitement build up inside her as she pattered through the hallways, looking around every corner. The familiar hands that used to caress her pulled her into an embrace. She clung onto him and gazed up at the eyes she loved so much. "Elijah." She whispered with such emotion.

"My darling Lucille, I didn't think that I would find you here. I didn't think I'd find you at all." He kissed her black-haired head that smelt of lavender and fell in love with her all over again.

"What are you doing here? You said that it wasn't safe for us to be together anymore." A wave of feelings hit her hard; confusion, angst, thankfulness and relief. If Elijah was here, it meant that she was in the clear.

"I've made peace with my brother." He let her out of his embrace but held onto her shoulders. "But you have to know that Klaus is still enraged with you. We have to leave this town before he finds you."

"But I can't go, I finally made contact with my brothers,"

"They're here, I know that. I encountered them before but Klaus is coming home, to Mystic Falls. We can't rub his face into this and be shocked when there's a severe reaction."

Luce hushed him, her finger pressed to his lip. "I refuse to leave. You must've forgot that I am a Mikaelson and whether he likes it or not, I'm family." When Elijah submitted to her words, she slowly removed her index finger from his mouth. "I have searched for Damon and Stefan alone for decades, Elijah. I must know them. I refuse to run anymore."

He stroked the top of her head with his open hand and let out a sigh as he looked into the blue orbs that melted him. "Why do you have to be right?"

"Wives are always right." She touched his face and pulled him into a kiss that she had waited for, for decades.

It seemed as if everything was starting to fall into place for once, but Luce was a fool if she believed that things would stay that way for long. Klaus was going to come to Mystic Falls and he would be damned if he didn't try to ruin her happiness.

A:N So, in this story, The Originals doesn't happen. Let me know if you want me to continue with this story and put an alert on it, I might change the rating to M for the next chapter. Thanks for reading.