This is my first TVD fanfic so I hope it's good. It's set in the first episode of season 3.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries only Alba and her plot.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here- William Shakespeare.

My mother used to recite this quote to me every night before I went to bed. I never understood what she meant until I came home one night to find her being mauled by an unknown man. At first I thought I had caught her in a compromising position with a stranger, but that was until I saw the thick red substance dripping down her neck. I remember just standing there watching my mother slowly dying in front of me, but what I'll never forget is the look of pure bliss on the beasts face right before I slammed a stake through his heart. That was the first and last time I ever hesitated against a vampire and it was also the night I lost my mother.

I push the ray bans shielding my eyes farther up my nose. I have been sitting outside this restaurant for an hour looking for a familiar face. Well I guess familiar is a loose term. I've only ever heard of these people I've never actually met them.

"Would you like some more coffee miss?" The busboy a cute blond with tantalizing baby blues that I've come to realize is Matt Donovan asks kindly. I shake my head no as I prop my combat boot clad feet up on the chair situated across from me. I watch Matt move on to another table his smile inviting as he sweet talks his customers. I look him over from his short blond hair right down to his broad chest and lean legs. Matt Donovan the all American boy and one of the only humans left in this godforsaken town.

"What are you doing?" I twist my head at the all too familiar voice I've come to loathe.

"Just shopping for the party you're trying to bail out on." The baby vamp, Caroline Forbes, replies into her phone as she walks across the quad shopping bag in hand.

"I never said yes in the first place." Elena points out on the other end of the phone. At least I assume it to be the doppelgänger considering she sounds just like that bitch Katherine.

"You were never going too which is why I planned it anyway." Caroline beams making her way towards the grill. She is definitely the efficient one I'll give her that. "And my mom wants to talk to you."

"Did she find something?" I can practically see the hope on the doppelgangers face as she says it. Poor girl has no idea that if she wants to find Stefan it will be when Klaus wants her too.

"An animal attack in Memphis, it's the third one this week in Tennessee." Ah so they are in Tennessee. No doubt after those werewolves camping out in the mountains. Klaus is a smart man he knows exactly where to look.

"And you're sure it's a vampire?" I roll my eyes at the naïve teen. This clearly has vampire written all over it or should I say ripper considering those bodies were placed back together like a bloody jigsaw puzzle.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean its Klaus," Caroline plays devil advocate.

"Doesn't mean it's not," Elena throws back making me smirk. "I'll call her."

"Well call her on her cell." I sit up when I see the wolf, Tyler, sauntering towards her.

"Tell her thank you for her help." Caroline nods already pulling the phone away from her ear.

"Alright, well I gotta go, I'll see you in a bit." She quickly replies eyeing Tyler as he stops in front of her.

"Oh Caroline wait…just keep tonight small please," The doppelgänger uselessly begs because with Caroline Forbes nothing is small.

"Wear something pretty," the blond sings as she hangs up the phone her attention focused on Tyler. The kid looks like a complete meat head nothing like the Matt boy. Not to mention I find it very peculiar how a vampire and a werewolf are such good friends. They are supposed to be natural-born enemies, but here these two are sitting down at the table across from me having lunch. How…human of them.

"Something's up with your mother." Caroline says taking the seat facing away from me.

"Like what?" Tyler asks settling deeper into his seat giving me the perfect view of his face. He looks like Mason I realize sadly.

"When I was over yesterday she just kept eyeing me." I sigh at the stupid blond. She has no idea that her and the wolf are practically dating it's only a matter of time before they jump each other's bones.

"Hey guys," Ah Jeremy Gilbert a.k.a. baby Gilbert. I have to say when he was described I did not expect him to be nearly as handsome as he is. Donovan must have switched sections to get away from Bella and Edward over there.

"Did Matt make you switch sections with him?" And that is my cue to leave. These two clearly have no information except for their own intimacy issues. I tighten my long black pony tail as I push up from the table briefly drawing baby Gilbert's attention. I give him a small smirk as I disappear around the corner.

The party was in full swing by the time I arrived. Despite her overly peppy attitude I had to give it to Caroline, she knew how to throw a party. There was barely any room to squeeze past, but with a small flick of my wrist a path appeared for me. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked into the room. My curly pitch black hair and ice blue eyes against my honey colored skin did nothing to help me blend in. Nor did the dark jeans, white shirt, and leather jacket I wore hide the fact that I wasn't here to party.

"Who are you?" A guy only clad in jeans slurs as he hobbles over to me. If the empty red solo cup in his hand isn't an indicator that he's drunk, the lack of a shirt is.

"A friend," I purr pushing against his chest so he falls unceremoniously to the floor. I step over him as I make my way around the massive house looking for one person in particular.

3rd POV

Jeremy was sitting on the couch about to light the pot in his hand when Matt plops down in the chair next to him.

"Where did you get that?" Matt questions eyeing the joint in the younger Gilbert's hand in envy.

"Henry from the kitchen sold me a dime," Jeremy responds before Matt plucks the pot from his hand and lights it himself.

"So what's got you on your spiral downward? I'm sure it's a lot more interesting than mine." Matt states bitterly taking a long puff.

"You do not wanna know." Jeremy exhales his breath leaning back into the cushions. His face holds the lost expression of a man who has no idea what to do with his predicament.

"How bad can it be, I already know everything else," Matt points out handing over the joint to Jeremy, "go for it."

"You know I died right? And Bonnie used magic to bring me back?" Jeremy takes a puff as he sees Matt nod.

"Yeah, Elena told me," he responds his face turning into a stony mask.

"The thing is ever since I've come back…I've been seeing things." Jeremy tells Matt not sure how to tell him that Matt's dead sister is one of the things he's been seeing.

"What kind of things?" Matt questions both oblivious to the arrival of the new girl.

"Most likely something from baby Gilbert's past." Jeremy jumps at the girl as she smirks deviously at him and Matt. "When a spell like that is cast, it takes a toll on the person. For a few minutes you were dead meaning that your mind was vulnerable for that amount of time. You should really tell your girlfriend." She informs whipping her hand out so fast neither of boys know what she's doing until she has the joint between her lips. They watch as she takes a long drag her icy blue eyes losing some of their awareness for a split second.

"Who are you?" Matt asks not sure whether to be afraid of this girl or invite her out to dinner. She smiles a condescending smile as she shakes her head of curls. It reminds Matt all too much of Damon.

"Not an enemy…but not a friend either." She bluntly states turning her attention back to Jeremy. He fidgets under her intense gaze wondering how she knows who he is. "You should really tell your witch about what you're seeing. We wouldn't want her to get jealous now would we?" The girl raises an eyebrow a knowing yet beautiful smile gracing her plump lips. "Have a nice night boys." She bids farewell before walking out the door passing Caroline and Elena who are oblivious to her departure.

"Oh…the stoner's den. Buzzkill." Caroline looks around the study and its inhabitants in distaste until she spots Matt and Jeremy.

"Jeremy," Elena says in a disapproving tone. He doesn't even acknowledge her as him and Matt stare at the seat the mystery girl had previously occupied.

"What is up with you guys? Oh wait I know," Caroline shakes her head at the boys.

"Was it just me," Jeremy begins looking back to a shocked Matt, "or did she look exactly like Damon?"

She sits comfortably on the couch her legs crossed as she watches Damon shuffle into the den. He goes straight for the alcohol cabinet where she already helped herself to a glass of scotch.

"Parties over kid go home." His bored tone does little to hide the warning that lingers in the air if she doesn't leave. She doesn't move as she takes a sip of her alcohol. "Did all that alcohol kill your brain cells or are you just naturally this slow?" Damon replies finally looking up from his drink to find her. He looks tired and…hopeless.

"Damon Salvatore," she smiles tauntingly, "what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. Tell me how is the search for baby brother going?" She knows it's wrong to poke the bear, but she can't help it. So she's not surprised when he flashes over to her and looks down at her menacingly.

"I don't know who you are, but I suggest you leave right now." He warns making her grin grow wider. He doesn't even see it.

"Can't," she responds taking a sip of the alcohol liking the way it leaves a trail of heat down her throat. "I have business to take care of and I need a Bennet's help. You wouldn't happen to be in possession of one would you?" She tilts her head to the side knowing that he does. She watches his eyes studying her calm features before he pushes up and sits on the couch across from her.

"And why would you need a Bennets help?" He asks lazily taking a long pull from his drink.

"That's for me to know and for you to dot dot dot," she smirks making him pull up short. That sounds like something he would say. He sits up resting his elbows on his knees as he studies her further. Her hair is black and falls in curls down to the middle of her back and her eyes are like glaciers similar to his own.

"Who are you?" He asks curiously wondering how this girl who can't be any older than Elena knows about Stefan.

"Alba Martinez," she replies as he rolls his eyes.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" He questions mentally going through faces in his mind. Although he highly doubts he has met this girl, she seems like one to leave an impression.

"It should," she smirks downing the rest of her scotch, "because I'm your daughter."

Let me know if you think I should burn it or keep going. Thanks for reading!