A/N: I know, I know - not even the first chapter and I'm already making Author Notes. I'd like to thank all of my readers for the miraculous reviews and kind words for The Salvatore Sister. I was so happy to read all of them, and it was enough to add a sequel.

I'd like to give a GREAT BIG thanks to ravendally for giving me amazing reviews and great suggestions when asked for. You're the main reason that kept me sticking to my weekly updates, and I thank you for that.

For this story, I will have many polls up on my profile. I'll post them on here, too, for the ones who don't read my page. Please submit your suggestions or answers as a poll result or in reviews.

Have I mentioned how much I love reviews?

Anyhow, I thank you all for the love and support for this story and I hope you like this one…

So here it is, Readers. Chapter one of The Salvatore Sister: In Loving Time…

I was born in Mystic Falls, Virginia in the year of 1864.

I've covered this, so I wasn't quite sure why I felt the need to review. Oh well.

Let's see…

My name is Damara, but my real name is Lucia. Nobody calls me Damara anymore, because when they did, it was only when I'd "turned it off", meaning my emotions.

Let's review:

I was adopted because I was born with down-syndrome. I still have the straight line going across my hand to prove it. Well, I wasn't really adopted, because I was left on the steps of the Mystic Falls Infirmary. I wasn't wanted. Babies with down-syndrome were too much to handle and most of them ended up dying anyhow. No, I don't have the disease anymore. Why would I if I'm a vampire?

Yes, I'm a vampire. Is that surprising? Well, I'm not sure who my creator was. I was weak, and the only thing I had in my favor was biting. I guess when I was meant to be an easy meal, and I bit the vamp who made me, not only did he end up killing me, but I came back into a "new life". I could talk, and I wasn't exceptionally short anymore, and I was more alert. Somehow, though, it came as a surprise to me when my family became afraid and started telling me that I was the "demon daughter of Satan", or for better accuracy, "hija demonia de Satanás". Needless to say, that's how I was named Damara. Originally, I was called Lucia Elise. My last name was Tristias, but I feel that I no longer have that name, because when I was called the daughter of Satan, I seemed to subconsciously revolt, but when I did that, I revolted much more than I wanted to-like my feelings were heightened-and ended up killing both of my parents and feeding on them. I am not proud of it, and since then I only feed from blood bags.

I was eighteen when I transformed. I've been that way for so long that I stopped counting after one hundred and sixty years.

That's been my story, and when I noticed that I didn't have any similar looks to those of my parents, or even the same fluent Spanish skills, I set out to find my real parents, and took many stops along the way, including Montana, where I met my now-current husband, Klaus. He was evil; I broke the curse making him evil…yadda, yadda, yadda…

My journey ended at Mystic Falls, where Katherina Perez - or better known as Katherine Pierce, or even Katerina Petrova - told me I was originally from. The vile woman herself tortured me while I was human, and she even tried killing me as a vampire, but as anybody can see - I'm still alive…or "un-alive" and not dead, so obviously she failed at killing me.

Along my journey, I met my brothers, Damon and Stefan. It turns out, Damon is my younger twin brother. Little Stefan is the "Baby Salvatore". Just recently I've been calling him "Baby Brother" when teasing him. He calls me "Old Sister" when I do that. We have a nice sibling bond. Damon, on the other hand, had a great bond with me, but it's even greater with his nephew.

Yes - Damon has a nephew; I have a son.

Klaus took over Alaric's body one night, Evelenge Witch Hybrids are always "fertile" no matter what, we got together, and nine months later, out popped Dallas Lucio Salvatore. I don't think Klaus had a last name. They might not have existed when he did. Thus, I kept my name, and also gave it to our son.

"Dallas" was Klaus's favorite place in the U.S. and "Lucio" is my name in male form.

Since lifting the curse from Klaus that has been cast on him for centuries, he's been a great friend to everybody, a wonderful husband, and a perfect father. I couldn't ask for anything more under the circumstances.

Everybody except me calls Dallas "Dally". I'm not too fond of it, because every time I read his name, I want to pronounce the two "l" letters that are in a row as if they were a "y", because that's how it is in Spanish. When I first read the name, I accidentally pronounced it "Day-yas". It sounded weird.

Dallas has Klaus's dirty blonde hair, but it's slightly darker, and he has my blue eyes. He's the most handsome little man I've ever seen in my life. I call him "Amorito", which means "little love" in Spanish.

Our child will definitely be bilingual.

He develops fast, being a vampire, werewolf, and Evelenge all mixed into one. He's already talking, and he's two months old.

He loves his "tortuga". It's a stuffed turtle, and he can't quite pronounce the word "turtle" in English, so he says it in Spanish. The stuffed animal's name is Nuttle.

It seems as if Klaus's parental side consists of a basic werewolf instinct.

He'd been working a lot, and came home to his family. Last night, though, he decided to sleep.

My Amorito was in bed, and this morning while I was lying on my back and looking at the ceiling, I heard him cry. Klaus was seemingly dead in his sleep, and I went at human speed to get our baby, but Klaus was up and there before me as soon as the unnerving sound came from Dallas's mouth.

I ran into the room and Klaus was there cradling our hijo in his arms while humming an old English folk song to him.

I stood in the doorway.

When Dallas was finally soothed, Klaus put him back in his crib and turned around to face me.

"What?" he smiled.

I returned his smile and shook my head before turning back around and going into the other room.

We now live in the Mystic Falls Historical Stay Hotel, but we compelled the owner, Penny, to do a bit of restoration on it. We bought the two other rooms along the hallway and inserted doors where the walls were. None of us needed a kitchen - the mini frigates were enough.

Thus, Dallas had the room closest to the hallway entrance, the middle room was turned into a living room, and the end room was the honeymoon suite - our bedroom.

The rooms across the hall were still rented out to people, so every now and then we'd have "neighbors". Of course, the one room was a different color than the others, because it had to be remodeled due to the fact that I ran Katherine and myself out of the second story far side wall in a small battle when I first arrived here.

My life has seemed to come full circle, and I was quite happy with the outcome.

I was sick of lying in bed, so I decided to change out of my small bed gown, and put some real clothes. I had to stop sleeping naked when Dallas was born.

I quickly changed into some blue jean shorts, running shoes, and a white t-shirt before exiting the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Klaus asked as he sat up on the bed.

"I've got the late night munchies," I laughed. "I also need air."

He smiled and kissed me before I left, "Come home soon."

I smiled as I silently closed the door behind me.

Ever since the incident with Katherine and I - that only Katherine, Damon, Stefan, and myself knew about - Penny got a late night security guard, and I passed him on my way out.

"Hi Ronnie," I smiled. His scruffy gray hair matched his whiskers and he was drinking any caffeinated beverage he could to keep his eyes open.

"Hello Mrs. Lucia," he said. He was always polite towards me. "How are Mr. Klaus and little Dally?" Even the security guard called him "Dally".

"They're fine," I smiled.

He bid me goodbye and I ran out of the lobby.

The streets only had one or two cars out on them, and the sidewalks were in metaphorical terms "rolled up". Of course, it was four in the morning. The only other person out here was Tyler Lockwood, the local Hybrid that Klaus turned in his line of work. We both jogged early in the morning.

I smiled and greeted him as we passed each other.

"Hello Lucia," he said silently.

"Hola Tyler," I replied. He was practicing Spanish, but not in my class.

Oh, yeah: I got a job as the Mystic Falls High Spanish teacher.

Life is good…