SISTER OF THE NIGHT

Prologue: "That's for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot"

Calista leaned up against her motorcycle, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at the sign that read "Mystic Falls City Welcomes You." She had a smirk upon her face as she gazed past the sign toward the town of Mystic Falls. She had known her sister to be here, after all the news that she heard coming from this place, it was definitely a mark of her sister. She had tracked her sister through it all, once she saw her family disowning her for having a child out of wedlock. She had been thought of as dead by their parents, Katherine, as she had been known as now, had no idea she had a sister. She was a difficult birth and was pronounced dead, but a vampire took pity on her, one of the elders, and gave her vampire blood. They raised her as their own, until she was of age and turned her.

She was knowledgeable of everything, she knew more than any other vampire out there, being brought up by the elders, she was a prized possession and she knew how to stay within the boundaries of their rules. Currently, she had been granted leave from their protection to track her sister down. Mystic Falls had a special place in her sister's heart, whether she would admit that or not, Calista knew it was true. She saw the way she looked at Stefan during those first encounters. Personally, she would have gone for the older one, Damon, stuck with him but she wasn't her sister. Her sister never would admit to showing any love or emotion toward another but herself. She had to admit, it was a smart way to keep yourself alive when you were on the run, but it only led to enemy after enemy and in the end, enemies were the downfall to a vampire, not human emotion.

Calista learned quickly that one couldn't turn off emotions, you could suppress them for a while but they always came back with a vengeance. So, she never hid what she was feeling, she spoke proper and candidly whenever she could. That's how she gained such a high rank among the elders, by speaking with nothing but honesty upon her tongue. When she lied it was because the elders told her too. Sometimes she would hide the truth but she never lied because she wanted to, that's how she and her sister were different. So here she was, tracking her sister to Mystic Falls once more, hopefully for the last time, to end this wicked hunt once and for all.

Getting back upon her bike, she buttoned up her leather jacket a bit more, and started the engine. Moving past the sign she made her way into Mystic Falls, where even she couldn't have possibly known what she was getting herself into.