Following their mother's death, Yvette and Amelie find themselves in Mystic Falls, Virginia for brief peace from the people who are after them. In Mystic Falls, peace isn't what awaits them, but perhaps there are worse fates.
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My nex...
Yvette got up especially early because she knew if Damon was awake at the same time she was, she'd get dragged into his revenge plan. Yvette loved vengeance. She would not have been able to avoid it.
She needed to teach Bonnie. Helping a Bennett witch was more important than revenge.
Her mind drifted off to Damon. Ever since the night in his home bar, she'd been able to sleep peacefully. Even though Damon was watching her like a hawk. She'd never admit it, but she appreciated it. He was a good friend.
She never thought they would become friends. He was the bad brother. But then again, she was the bad sister.
She got down from her bed, taking a shower then brushing her teeth before changing into a white cropped t-shirt and grey, low rise sweatpants. She wore sneakers with the outfit.
She then went to Amelie's room, feeling accomplished that she woke up before her perfect sister.
"Wake up, we have training to do," Yvette called out.
Amelie groaned. "Go, I'll meet you there."
Yvette nodded. "Alright."
Yvette went downstairs, about to leave the house when she heard Damon's voice.
"You think you can leave without me noticing?" He asked.
Yvette groaned. "Damon."
"Let me make you breakfast, psycho."
Yvette rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible cook."
"Exactly, so you'll suffer," Damon told her with a grin as he poorly cracked an egg.
