"I'm Arlyse Salvatore, Damon and Stefan's little sister. And I'm also your worse nightmare if you cross me sweatheart."
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In which Arlyse Salvatore comes out of the tomb, over 145 years later, and she starts having odd dreams about a man named...
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Arlyse Salvatore lifted the hem of her gown and ran through the forest as the rain poured endlessly. She loved the rain, the feeling of the cold drops hitting her rosy cheeks was what she loved most of all.
Arlyse knew her father would go ballistic if he found her hem caked in mud, and her hair more wet than the river itself. In fact, he'd probably backhand her across the face. That's what he did last time. But, Arlyse didn't care. She loved the rain. She was free. Free from being a woman, free from her father, free from Stefan and his all too serious diary.
"Arlie!" Her eldest brother, Damon called from a distance.
Arlyse cursed fowly, another thing her father would definitely hit her for. A young lady such as herself with a high standing in society and beauty more than the current Belle of the ball cursing was blasphemy. One would be ruined hearing such things come out of a young lady's mouth. Lucky for herself, Arlyse couldn't give a flying horses ass.
"Arlyse!" Damon called again, in a tone that implied he was starting to get angry.
Arlyse giggled to herself, and ran faster in the rain, her hand gliding over the trees and her bare feet soaked in mud.
"Lillian Arlyse Salvatore!" Damon yelled angrily. His footsteps grew more pronounced.
Arlyse looked behind her to see her eldest brother glaring at her, running at a very fast pace. His raven black hair stuck to his forehead, much like his clothing. She knew Damon would yell at her for that later.
"Catch me if you can Damey!" Arlyse called. Her hair flew free from the white ribbon that was stuck in her dark hair.
"I'm going to tell father about the extra pudding you smuggled from supper last night!"
That made her laugh more, her curls running wild and free. Then, she tripped and tumbled head first over a rock, her knees becoming cut up and swollen. "Hell," she swore.
Damon rushed through the trees, and stopped when he saw his sister on the ground. "Are you ok, Arlie?" Damon asked with concern. He bent down on his knees and looked at her scarped arms.
"Father is going to lock me in my room," Arlyse moaned. There was no way she was going to hide this mess, especially not with Damon the tattletale around.
Damon sighed and offered his younger sister a hand, "where is she, brother?" Stefan called as he crashed through the trees.
"I'm here, Stef." Arlyse said in defeat. She knew running hide-and-seek wasn't a good idea, but Arlyse was full of stupid ideas.
"Your dress is ruined Arlie." Damon observed.
"Thanks for stating the obvious, genius." Arlyse glared, and Stefan giggled. Damon glared, But it eased as he saw his younger sister whimper at the cuts on herself.
"I...I won't tell father if you promise me you'll try and refrain from running through the rain again."
"Why, because it's not proper?"
"Let her be Damon. She doesn't like dresses," Stefan said with a smile. Arlyse smiled back at him and glared at her elder brother.
"No Arlie, I don't want you to get sick. You could get a awful cold." Damon replied.
Arlyse looked over at Stefan, who shrugged his shoulders. She looked at Damon and sighed, "fine Damey, but if you tell father about this, I'll tell him all about the girl you smuggled into the liquor room."
