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Allessandria Angelique Marie Salvatore was no coward. As a matter of fact, most of the people who had known Allessandria in the last 162 years would argue that the mysterious beauty was exactly the opposite, in both of her lives. With her spontaneous (a.k.a. reckless) attitude and devil-may-care regard for rules and boundaries, the eternal 16 year old was a fearless whirlwind of coy confidence.

Even while she was human, Alice (as her brothers had so teasingly christened her after reading Lewis Carroll's novel), had been impulsive and wild. From tagging along with the aforementioned brothers on their crazy adventures to creating many of her own, Alice had (much to their fathers despair) never been the typical 19th century daughter. Giuseppe Salvatore was a traditionalist when it came to a young ladies role in life. Therefor he had always expressed his dismay when his only daughter, his little angel, would much rather climb trees then host tea parties or play in the estate's surrounding forest before playing dress up. Alice could have chosen to be obedient like Stefan but, had decided that rebelling like her Damon, her idol, was much more fun.

'But Father never resented, never treated me the way he did Damon,' reflected Alice thinking about her life in 1864. For example, when Stefan had gone off to the university, Allessandria had begged her father to get her a tutor. She wanted to be just as brilliant as her brother when he returned from school, so after days and days of pleading and listing the reasons it would be most beneficial for her to receive a furthered education, Giuseppe relented to his daughters wishes. Much like he had with everything else she asked she may have been untameable and rebellious at home, in the public eye she was the stunning yet outspoken Salvator sister. When surrounded by the Founding Families and townspeople Alice exuded a certain grace and sophistication that none of her friends could ever achieve. The 16 year old may have been daring but she wasn't stupid, knowing that if she ever disappointed her father in front of his colleagues she would have been in very hot water.

Which was why she couldn't fathom the reason it felt as if she had just downed 50 Italian espresso shots in a row (and everyone know the Italians are known for their coffee.) Was it because she had never told her elder siblings what their precious Katherine had done? If they (correctly) assumed that she a vampire would they have been upset when she wasn't in the tomb or would the beloved Miss Pierce steal the show once again? Or maybe it was because she had not contacted them in anyway in the last 146 years even if (mistakenly) they believed her to be locked up underneath a burned down church? All she knew was that she definitely needed to stop comparing herself to Katerina (yes she knew all about the two-timing , witch-with-a-B's mysterious past, Originals included.)

Too many feeling and factors were buzzing around in her head, all trying to make centre stage. Then there was the thought Alice had many a time tried to banish. The one anxiety that was persistently tugging at the safety net holding back unwanted ideas and memories. Starring at the solid wood door from her car door (and trying to guess what type of lumber it was and what year it was crafted) el diablo penso ( the devil thought as she so cleverly dubbed it) slunk through the mental restraints defending (what was left of) her sanity. Like a candle to kerosene the thought flickered and flamed to life. Becoming the main attraction in the circus labelled Alice's conscious, the tabooed whispers reached into the whole of her mind. With a voice similar to nails on a chalk board her own insecurities teased her,

'You aren't and never were important enough for your dear brothers. Damon only ever cared about searching for his darling Katherine and making life hell for his little brother and Stefan, Stefan had his own set of ... issues to deal with. Neither had ever cared enough to even bring flowers to your "grave." Little Allessandria would always be second rate.'

"Shut up!" muttered Alice, mentally flicking the concept into her cerebral trashcan. She sighed knowing that, sooner or later, it would be back. Taking in a deep, supposedly calming breath she opened the door to her custom Mustang and stepped onto the damp gravel of the boarding house driveway.

As the rocks crunched under the soles of her black leather ankle boots Allessandria retorted under her breath, "You'd think that after how rich our descendants were that they could have at least paved the damn driveway."

Gently closing the purple painted door (as not to alert any of the vampires within the household of her presence) she took three steps in the direction of the door. Only three. Her instincts were battling on whether or not to run but, honestly, the only civil thought she could focus on was 'Three steps. Really Alice, three steps. Thats all you could manage. Since when are afraid of ... well anything.'

As Alice was internally contradicting herself a crash reverberated from inside the mansion-like structure. In a normal home the disturbance could have been interpreted as a ruined china cabinet falling to the floor in fragments. But (unfortunately) from experience Alice knew that was the sound of a something (or rather someone) being thrown by vampire strength into a heavy piece of antique furniture. Before it was possible to stall any longer, Allessandria blurred to the front door (which she had determined as being cedar, circa 1903) and flung it open.

The view she was greeted with sent her straight back to a past era. One where girls wore petticoats and men starched collars. One where sibling rivalry was encouraged. One with two brothers, fighting, all because of a girl and the inevitable Choice. The only difference of the faces were the expressions that covered them as they took in the figure silhouetted by the dusk sky. 'Well,' thought Alice, her signature smile-smirk shining through, 'I definitely have the element of surprise!'

Staring at her long-lost brothers Alice confidently strode across the threshold. Seeing there was no hostility in either of her older siblings appearances, only the shock of seeing someone talked about as a ghost, she ventured further into the entryway. Ice blue eyes met leaf green and their identical match, making a stunning grin grace her delicate features. Tilting her head slightly to the left and twirling a piece of shinning ebony hair around her slim finger the Salvatore sister called out in a clear teasing tone, "Hello Boys."