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-Chapter Two-

I stood outside our house, folding my arms as the cold wind bit my skin. Well, i say house. It was kind of demolished on the outside. I slowly walked up to the door and checked my phone. Yep, right address.

I slowly brought up my hand and knocked gently. The door almost immediately opened, taking me back slightly. A man with brown hair and...stubble...Jesus just grow a beard! Anyway, he answered the door.

"Can i help you?"

An image of 'Matt' flashed through my mind. I smirked and nodded.

"Does a Stefan and/or Damon Salvatore seek asylum here?" i asked sarcastically leaning against the post. He frowned but nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

I straightened up and looked past him; nothing. Sighing i smiled sweetly at him.

"Can i see them? Like now?" i asked getting a little impatient. I wanted to see my brothers!

"They're busy, come back later." He said rudely, going to shut the door before i stuck my foot in. I was probably related to this guy if Stefan and Damon trusted him; and he was about to kick me out? That's real family loving right there.

"Can i come in?" i asked, he opened his mouth but i side-stepped past him. "Thanks." I said walking past him not waiting for a reply.

"Fine." He grumbled walking ahead of me and into a lower platform area. I looked around, spinning in a slow circle as the man walked into the next room. I smirked as i heard familiar voices.

"Elijah is back?"

Well hello Damon.

"Unfortunately, yes."

TWIN BROTHER.

They both stopped talking as the man obviously entered the room.

"Who was it, Zach?" Stefan asked. I raised an eyebrow, Zach? Who the hack was Zach? Hehe, that rhymed.

"A girl, she wanted to see you." Zach said simply, i heard footsteps coming towards me so i faced the door.

My brothers were having a mini conversation as i leant against the wall, still not noticing me.

"Love what you've done with the place." I said sarcastically nodding my head. In all honesty though, it'd hardly changed.

That got their attention.

Both their heads shot up while i smirked at them, crossing my arms over my chest. They hadn't changed one bit.

"Brooklyn?" Damon asked, his mouth open in shock. I raised an eyebrow and pushed myself off the wall.

"Brook." I corrected. He frowned and crinkled his nose, guess he doesn't like it then.

I shrugged "More modern, someone gave me the nickname, guess it stuck." I said smiling.

"Brook." He corrected himself looking at Stefan.

"I thought she was dead." He whispered, clearly shocked.

"Whoa! Hurtful!" I said sarcastically. They both looked up at me and smiled.

"I can't believe you're alive." Stefan gasped.

"Technically i'm not." I mumbled, biting my lip. They both frowned and i raised an eyebrow. Did they really think i had just been preserved at the age of 17 for a good 160 years? Idiots.

"You guys really aren't that bright." I said shaking my head.

Damon raised his eyebrows and nudged Stefan

"Someone grew confident." He chuckled.

"Someone reached puberty." I joked. His face went stony and i laughed evilly.

"Not funny." He mumbled.

"Where's my bloody hug?" i demanded, placing a hand on my hip. Damon gave me a disgusted look.

"I don't do hugging."

"The love in this room is unreal. Aw, i feel so welcome." I retorted sarcastically making him chuckle.

I turned around to look around the place when i was suddenly scooped over someone's shoulders.

"Oh real original, Stefan." I said sarcastically, folding my arms as he walked me over to the sofa. He chucked me down and dug a finger in my rib making me squeal.

"Don't." I warned, giving him a look. I hate and love being tickled. He shared a look with Damon.

Oh God.

I jumped up and ran down a corridor; away from them.

"Come here, you little bugger!" i heard Damon shout after me. Charming.

I squealed loudly as Stefan picked up and chucked me over his shoulder again. As Stefan let one hand go to open the door, i did a forward roll of his shoulder, landing with a thud on the floor.

Ow.

I started to run away again, laughing loudly. I skidded to a holt when Damon stood in front of me; a smirk on his face.

I gulped.

"Yeah, yeah gulp all you want!" he said, tripping me up so i fell onto the rug.

"Got you!"

The hands attacked and so started the tickle war.

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"Yes. No. Maybe. Hell yes! Slightly awkward question, but no."

I was sat on the sofa, my legs hanging over the arm as i answered my brothers' slightly odd and awkward question.

"Have you...?" Damon, asked leaning forward raising his eyebrows suggestively. My mouth dropped to the floor as i nearly fell off the seat.

Grabbing the top of the chair, i made a disgusted face at him while Stefan looked just as shocked as i did.

"Oh my- Jesus Christ! Did you really just ask that?!" I cried out, giving him the most disgusted look ever. Oh my freaking god! Even if i had - which i haven't you perverts. - I wasn't exactly going to tell my brother that was i?

I was a damn proud virgin!

"You didn't answer the question." He said, leaning back in his chair, frowning.

HE was frowning?

"No." I said, pronouncing each letter carefully. He smiled and rubbed his jaw.

"Good." He chuckled, i rolled my eyes.

"Right well, thank you for the awkward integration, but i have to get going." I mumbled jumping up and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asked, getting up and following me down the hallway.

"Home..." i trailed off, looking at him over my shoulder.

"This is home." Damon said cocking his head to the side slightly. I stopped. Homeeeeee. I haven't really thought about where my home was. I always thought it was with my brothers, and here i was.

Thinking about it; everything seemed right here. We were a family again.

"You're right." I smiled, turning around and heading towards them.

"Now where's my room?" I demanded already walking up the stairs.

"She has not changed." Stefan chuckled, following me with Damon.

I walked down the corridor and pushed open the first room i saw. I smirked and walked in. I gagged and then shut the door immediately, taking deep breaths.

"Did something DIE in there?" I asked, scrunching my nose in disgust.

"Hey, that's my room." Damon defended, ushering me down the corridor.

"Now it makes sense." I chuckled; he frowned but ignored my smelly comment.

He then stopped outside the last door of the corridor and opened the door. Stefan covered my eyes and blindly led me into the room.

It smelt familiar.

Yes smelt.

I stuck my hands out in front of me, not trusting Stefan.

I heard a deep chuckle.

I screamed as i tripped on a rug and fell to the floor. I groaned and got up, thanking everything that my eyes weren't covered anymore.

A large smile overtook my face as i looked around.

"My old room!!" i squealed jumping up and running to my window seat. I looked out and watched the old apple tree sway in the wind.

I can't believe it's still there!

I stood up on my window seat and looked at my bed.

"Oh not that again." Damon groaned. I ignored him and jumped onto my bed from the window seat.

"I can flyyyy!" i screamed as i impacted into the pillows.

"Alright Peter Pan, whatever you say." Stefan chuckled, throwing a pillow at my face. I narrowed my eyes and grabbed a pillow

"War!" i shouted throwing the pillow back

Damon stood back and watched as Stefan and I threw pillows back and forth at each other.

"You're going to lose, Brook!" Stefan gloated. I gasped and climbed up one of the posts of my bed.

"Bring it, bro!" I said throwing a pillow at his head. Two cold hands suddenly picked me up and threw me on the bed.

"Not fair, Damon!" I whined like a child.

"Life's not fair." He laughing, slowly walking out the room. I smiled at them both and plopped onto my bed.

"Hey Brook?"

I lifted my head and looked at my brothers as they both stood side by side in the doorway.

"Yuh-huh?"

"I'm glad you're alive." Stefan smiled.

I snorted "So am i!"

Stefan laughed and walked out my room as i snuggled into my pillows.

*DAMONS POV*

I watched Stefan walk down the stairs before looking back at Brook. She was snuggling into her pillows.

I smiled, I can't believe it.

I was sure she was dead.

When Katherine came running to the house saying her and Brooklyn had been mugged, i was destroyed.

When we got there, i felt like killing myself. She had a knife in her stomach and a big welt in her head where someone had kicked her.

Bet you didn't expect us to have a sister, did ya?

We didn't like talking about her much. It hurt. We hadn't even known that she was coming back. When she left, i thought she hated me and never expected to see her again.

That hurt most of all. Her dying and I knowing we never made up.

I'd refused to eat, sleep or even talk until they found the killer. Stefan and I would be searching day and night for her murderer.

Thanks to Katherine, we found him. And boy did we make him suffer. It was the one time we worked together.

We did everything horrible we could think of to him. Torture, beatings the list goes on. Think it sounds harsh?

Put yourself in my shoes.

Hmm, that's what i thought.

But here she was. Snuggling into her pillows like she did when she was 5.

"Damon?" she asked, snapping me out my trance.

"What?" i asked, frowning.

"Stop watching me. It's extremely weird." She mumbled into her pillow.

I chuckled and shook my head, leaving the room. She has not changed one bit.

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WOO! SECOND PART!

She met her brothers:') n'aww

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