History Repeats

Very quietly, Violet rolled out of herself out of the large bed, the black t-shirt she was wearing skimming her thighs. Tucking a stray piece of dark, loose curly brown hair behind her ear, she began gathering some of her clothes together and placing them in her large suitcase. Feeling his hands on her waist, she jumped. He laughed a little, knowing he scared her and she smiled, relaxing back into his embrace.

"Trying to sneak out on me?" he asked in amusement, his accent thick. One thing she couldn't deny was that she was a sucker for that accent; it made every word said sound so much sweeter.

"I didn't want to wake you," she said, turning around to face him and giving him a quick kiss as he kept her close. He was giving her the most pitiful look. "Or see you make that face."

"Why are you leaving now?" he asked her. This was a yearly routine for them. Every year for her birthday, she would leave him and track down her twin brother. They hardly ever spoke or saw each other outside of the week of their birthday. This time though, rather than leave the week of her birthday she was leaving several weeks ahead of schedule. She was missing not one, but two of her brothers and now she had a chance to spend time with them both.

"Because my brothers are together for the first time in years," she explained, her tone implying she had said this several times. Truthfully, she couldn't remember the last time the three of them had all been together. She saw her one brother every year and the other every couple of years. "Someone needs to make sure they don't kill each other." She managed to wriggle free from his grasp, heading into the bathroom to gather her make up.

"Besides," she called, tossing her make up into the small zippered bag. "I feel like there's a girl involved, so I have to check her out."

"Make sure she's not like the last one?" he commented, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom.

"Well, hopefully, they're not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice," Violet commented, zipping her bag shut. Her brothers had been feuding for years which had all started over a girl that they had both been in love with. She wished they would stop so they could be a family again.

"History does love to repeat itself," he noted. He would know, having seen most of the word's history first hand. Though Violet was nearing 165 years old herself, he was almost a thousand years old.

"Not helping," she shook her head, though she smiled at him.

"Why don't we start a new tradition for your birthday," he told her, taking her hand. "I'll take you any place you want to go."

"We've been to all those places," she reminded him, kissing him as she let go of his hand. "Twice." He sighed. "If you want to spend my birthday with me, there is always the option of coming along."

"Meeting the family has never been my strong suit," he replied. "Especially big brothers."

"Ok, for one thing," she said, ready to list. "Only one of them is older. And, two, I've had over a hundred birthdays since we've been together. And I've never spent a single one with you."

She didn't understand what he was being so stubborn about. Sure, she had brothers who were overly protective at times. With the age difference between them though, there wasn't much they could do against him. She also understood about his issues with his own family, but she didn't think that should influence the relationship with her family. They had been together almost since the time she had turned. By now, she felt that he should have met her brothers at least once and she knew they felt the same way as they were always questioning her about him. She respected what he wanted though, keeping secrets from her brothers.

"We could always remedy that."

"By you coming with me?"

"Sorry love," he shook his head at her.

"Klaus," she whined.

"Violetta," he said back, using her given Italian name in the same intonation she had. Most times she was able to get her way with him because he truly adored her and would do anything to make her happy. There were some things that she couldn't convince him on and this was one of them. He hadn't been wanted by his own family, why would he seek acceptance elsewhere?

"You know I hate that," she reminded him, beginning to change. She swapped the black t-shirt for a loose green top which she tucked into a black bandage skirt.

"I think it's beautiful," he said back as she slipped on her shoes. "Very fitting."

"How cheesy," she smiled, giving him a quick kiss as he sat on the bed. "But sweet." She then turned and grabbed her bag from the floor. "I'll be back in a few weeks. Unless..." He shook his head at her again. "Fine. Stay, plot, do whatever it is you do."

"Plot?" he laughed. "Like I'm the villain from an old movie?"

"Don't worry," she said, giving him one last kiss. "I like bad boys." He smiled at her. "Love you."

"And I love you," he said as she left.

She knew who he was, the things he had done and had gone through, including things that he had done to his own family. She knew what it meant to have someone who hated nearly everything about the world say that he loved her. That was why, in spite of the things she knew he had done and was capable of, it was nearly impossible to turn away from that kind of devotion. She never felt that anyone had cared for her like that before.

Damon was in the cellar, grabbing another bag from the refrigerator. Seeing that the supply was running a bit low, he made a note to steal from the local blood bank later that day. After all, it was Saturday morning, which meant Elena had spent the night before with his brother. Seeing them be cute and couple like all day was the last thing he wanted, so he was glad to have a distraction for the day. Hearing someone entering the house, he sped upstairs. When he saw who it was though, he smiled.

"Hey Vi," he said as she jumped up to hug him. He hugged her around her waist, picking her up from her feet for a moment before setting her back down. "You're early." Even he knew this was out of character for their typical birthday celebration.

"I can't come home to spend a few weeks with my brothers?" she asked innocently. Not only hadn't the three of them been together in years, but she hadn't been in Mystic Falls in almost as long.

"You want to check out Stefan's new girlfriend, don't you?" he smirked at her.

"Guilty," she laughed. "He's my baby brother, I have to check her out."

"And you're my baby sister," he reminded her. "Yet, I've never met your boyfriend."

Damon typically put up a front around everyone, but he knew it was useless around his sister; being twins, they had always been good at reading each other. One thing he could never hide was his concern for her and who she was with. Why, after so many years, hadn't he come to meet her family yet? What was he hiding?

"Two minutes does not make me a baby to you," she reminded him. She wasn't up for the usual conversation over how he should have met her boyfriend by now as she was still freshly annoyed at Klaus for not coming with her. "Is Stefan still sleeping?"

"Nice subject change," he commented. "You won't even tell me this guy's name." She made a zipping motion across her lips.

"Maybe she's just afraid after what you did to the last guy," Stefan chimed in, coming down the steps. "Hey Violet."

"Stefan!" she squealed, hugging her brother tight. While she saw Damon every year, she hadn't seen Stefan in over five years; she kissed his cheek. "How have you been?"

"I'm good," he told her. Thanks to his new relationship, he was starting to really feel better for the first time. "You look great Vi."

"Thanks," she grinned at him; she was looking at him expectingly. "So..."

"You know, for someone that is so secretive about their own relationship, your awfully nosy," he pointed out; his tone was serious, but he was smiling a little. He was glad to have his sister home. While he had always fought with Damon, he felt Violet was the sibling that he could really talk to. That didn't mean she wasn't difficult at times. After all, she was Damon's twin.

"Is she here?" Violet asked curiously; Stefan nodded.

"She's getting ready," he told her. "And, Vi?"

"Hm?"

"Be nice," he added.

"I'm always nice," she said back. Both Stefan and Damon gave her a look. "Oh shut up."

"She's really nervous about meeting you," Stefan explained.

"And rightfully so," Damon pointed out, smirking. He knew his sister and how she was going to react to meeting Elena. Being who he was, he loved controversy. "Because you are going to lose your mind."

It was no secret how Violet had felt about Katherine, the girl the the brothers had fought over so many years before. It hadn't only changed their lives forever, but it had also changed Violet's life. When Violet turned she had lost more than her brothers had; she had been married and had a child. Even though she was happy now with her new life, there was still a part of her that missed her family. To say that Violet hated Katherine would be an understatement.

"What's he talking about?" Violet asked Stefan.

"Elena's human," Stefan told her, knowing she didn't agree with that type of relationship.

"I mean you're not the first couple to try that," Violet shrugged casually. With it being her first day home, she didn't want to start a fight with her brother, especially after she hadn't seen him in so long.

"That's not what I was talking about," Damon said; Stefan gave him a warning glare.

"Look, I don't care," Violet cut in; she could hear Elena coming down the steps. "Whatever it is, I really don't..." She trailed off when Elena was the whole way down the stairs, going to stand next to Stefan. Violet could not believe the resemblance the girl standing before her held to Katherine; she also picked up on how Damon eyed Elena when she came downstairs. Maybe Klaus was right about history loving to repeat itself.

"This is my girlfriend Elena," Stefan was saying to her, holding Elena's hand. "Elena, this is my older sister Violet."

"It's really nice to meet you," Elena said, giving Violet a sweet and genuine smile. Behind her smile though, Elena felt uncomfortable under Violet's hard stare. Elena felt that those eyes looked familiar, but then she realized that they matched Damon's.

"Uh huh," Violet nodded, her eyes moving back to her brother for a moment. Shaking her head, she turned to grab her suitcase that she had dropped by the front door. "I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me."

"Violet," Stefan said, trying to stop her as she started up the stairs. She stopped, turning to look at him.

"Have you lost your freaking mind?" she snapped at him; she shook her head again. "Don't answer that." With that, she sped up the stairs to her room. For a moment, the three of them stood in awkward silence.

"Man," Damon said, breaking the tension. "We didn't even tell her the news about Katherine yet."

Katherine had returned to Mystic Falls recently, wreaking havoc for Elena and the Salvatore brothers. The brothers had attempted to kill her, but instead they locked her in the old tomb that had been under the old church. Since Violet hadn't been around, she didn't know that the brothers found out Katherine hadn't died but had possibly been stuck in the old tomb under the church. They had opened the tomb but it turned out Katherine wasn't inside either, that she had been out for years and had faked her own death. For now, the brothers were trying to figure out who she was running from. What Damon said reminded Stefan of something though.

"Hey, Elena," he said, turning to her. It was no surprise to him that disappointment was all over her face. He had talked about Violet so much and talked about how important she was to him that he knew Elena really wanted Violet to like her. "Weren't you going to meet up with Bonnie for lunch?"

"Um, yeah I guess," she shrugged; Stefan kissed her once.

"Violet will come around," he assured her, though he knew it was a lie. If anything, Violet was known for being stubborn. Once Elena was gone, Damon turned to Stefan.

"What was that?" Damon asked, wondering why Stefan had rushed Elena off.

"You remember what Katherine said to you the other night?" Stefan asked, referring to when Damon shut her in the tomb.

"That she was running from someone and that we needed to protect Elena?" Damon asked. "I know, I was there."

"Not that," Stefan shook his head. "About Violet." It all came back to Damon; he remembered what Katherine said when he asked who she was running from.

"She said ask your sister," Damon recalled, smirking as he looked towards the steps. "Shall we?"

Violet was busy unpacking, tossing her clothes into dresser drawers and slamming them shut. She couldn't believe her brothers, how they could let this happen again. From what she could gather, she was sure that Elena was actually a very nice girl. But it didn't change anything about how she felt about Katherine or how her brothers always seemed to get tangled up over the same girl. She had gone into her bathroom to unpack a few things; when she came out, both of her brothers were in her room. Stefan remained in the doorway while Damon invited himself in and was sitting on her bed.

"Not right now," she shook her head, knowing what they wanted to talk about. She was sure that her reaction had hurt Elena's feelings and her brothers had come to lecture her about it.

"Then we don't have to talk about it," Stefan told her. "We do need to talk about something else though."

"About what?" she asked, going to hang a few dresses in the closet.

"Katherine," Damon said.

"Ok," Violet said, dropping her dresses on the bed. "I'm sure Elena is nothing like Katherine. I'm sure she's a very nice girl. And I know you love her," she said, looking at Stefan; she turned to look at Damon. "And you too. And, it's for that reason, I don't like her."

"Katherine's alive," Stefan stopped her, ignoring the comment about Damon being in love with Elena.

"What?" Violet asked in shock. "No, no, she died in that fire at the church." Damon shook his head.

"There was a tomb under the church," Damon explained. "We thought that she was stuck in there with the others, but when we opened it she wasn't in there."

"So you just let out a bunch of other vampires?" she asked sarcastically. "Nice." She grabbed her dresses and went back to the closet. "See, this is what I'm talking about. These girls make you do stupid things." She shook her head. "And, what, Katherine has just been out this whole time?"

"Well, now she's back in," Stefan assured her.

"In the tomb?" Violet asked; he nodded. "You didn't just kill her?"

"It's a long story," Damon told her; she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, she said something we need to ask you about."

"Uh huh," she said, shutting her closet and turning back to him. "Which is..."

"She's running from someone," Stefan cut in. "Someone that might be after Elena now, and we think you might know who."

"Me?" Violet asked with raised eye brows. "Guys, five minutes ago I still thought Katherine was dead."

"Then why would she say to ask you?" Damon asked.

"Because she's a bitch?" Violet offered. "I'm sorry, but I really don't know. And, to be honest, I don't care enough to find out."

"Violet," Stefan tried to say but she cut him off.

"No," she shook her head. "You two being obsessed with the same girl got me killed once, so forgive me if I'm not ready to get involved again." She pulled the rest of her clothes from her suitcase and dropped them on her bed. "You can go now."

"Slow down love," Klaus said, laughing a little. Violet had called him and was talking super fast, which was something he knew she did when she was upset. "What about your brothers?"

"They're idiots," Violet repeated, falling back onto her bed. "Stefan has this new girlfriend, who's human-"

"Can't see that going wrong," he commented.

"Right?" she agreed. "And, not only that, but Damon is in love with her too."

"You don't have to get involved," he told her. "Let them handle it, don't get so upset."

"You don't understand!" Violet complained. "She looks exactly like Katherine, who's still alive by the way." Klaus was silent with shock.

"What?" he finally asked.

"She's still alive," Violet repeated. "She's in this tomb or whatever, I don't know, but I would love to just tear her apart." She groaned. "Ugh, and now this girl looks exactly like her. It's literally 1864 all over again."

"Come now love, you're being dramatic," he said, though this news was making his own head spin. "Everything will be all right."

"I wish you were here," she sighed.

"You could always come home."

"No," she mumbled, rolling onto her stomach and resting her chin on her pillow. "I need to stay here, be with my brothers."

"That's good," he told her. "Be the bigger person."

"Bite me," she said back; he laughed. She could hear one of her brothers coming up the stairs again. "Anyway I should go. Talk to you later?"

"Of course," he promised. "Love you."

"Love you too," she said, hanging up just as Stefan came into her room. "What's up?"

"Elena's missing," Stefan explained in a panic. "Damon and I are leaving."

"And...?" she asked; Stefan shook his head.

"And, I was hoping," Stefan continued. "That you might come with us." Violet gave him a look as if to say yeah right. "You don't like Elena, that's fine. But we don't know who took her or what we're up against. So we, your brothers, could really use some help."

Violet sighed, getting up to leave with him; unlike Klaus, guilt worked on her. She might not like Elena, but she didn't want something to happen to her brothers and know that if she had been there she might have been able to do something.

author's note: please let me know what you think! hope you liked it and i hope to post more soon :)