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Chapter 3B: Legacy

The next morning, Amelie woke up bright and early as usual and Yvette was led downstairs by the smell of food, as usual.

This time, Yvette smelt desert. Brownies to be exact. Why was Yvette baking? She came downstairs in one of Damon's shirts that she'd borrowed without a bra or shorts, but luckily she had panties on because, to her surprise, there were guests.

She couldn't blame the Salvatores, this was their house after all. She'd just wished she was wearing something more decent.

She saw the familiar faces of Stefan, Damon and Elena, and one new face. She'd tried to act like her ill-dressed state didn't bother her but she was still reaching for the buttons to the shirt she wore. She'd unbuttoned it in the night when she woke up from the same nightmare she'd had just yesterday.

"You have company," Yvette stated matter-of-factly, going to sit down. Four of them eyed her but said nothing. "Damon, you were going on about Lon Chaney," she reminded him.

"You know you look very good in my shirt," he said with a smirk.

"Are you two-"

"Don't flatter yourself, Demon," Yvette interrupted Elena, "it's just more comfortable and it didn't seem appropriate to get something from Stefan."

The unknown man coughed, obviously uncomfortable.

"Who's that?" Yvette asked, getting tired of the man's presence.

"That's Alaric," Stefan told her.

"Hmm," she hummed in acknowledgement, studying him. "Can I kill him?" The man's eyes widened.

"No!" Elena spoke this time.

Yvette looked at the brothers and they both shook their heads. She got her answer then "He's of some type of use then." She looked straight at the man, now known to be Alaric. "Why are you useful, Alaric?"

Alaric opened his mouth but couldn't seem to find the words. He somehow felt small under this young woman's gaze. He suspected she was not a young woman at all.

"He's taking Elena and Damon to find out about werewolves."

"Why's he doing that?" Yvette wondered eyebrows knitted together. "I know all about werewolves."

Damon's eyes widened. "And you didn't tell us?"

"Did you ask?" Yvette looked at him like he was foolish.

"How do you know about werewolves?" Stefan asked.

"I," Yvette began, "have lived longer than the both of you combined."

Everyone in the room seemed to take that as an answer.

"Elena is also going because of her late mother," Alaric finally spoke.

"Oh, so you do speak." Yvette felt Alaric's sadness as he talked about it. "Who was she to you?"

"How do you do that?" Stefan asked.

"A gift," Yvette told him, asking her question again.

Alaric scratched the back of her head. "She was my ex wife."

"Oh," Yvette spoke. That was all she could seem to say to that. "Then enjoy learning about werewolves and your mother, Elena, maybe even doppelgängers."

Elena nodded. "That's what I'm hoping for for."

"You poor thing," Yvette said, not feeling the slightest bit bad for her but she did know that the girl was not having the best day or week. "Well, goodbye."

Yvette went to the kitchen to steal some of Amelie's brownies and she got hit with a whisk this time. "I hate you," Yvette deadpanned.

Amelie blew a kiss and Yvette took three brownies and ran. Amelie rolled her eyes at her sister but let her have the brownies.