The Salvatore Sister

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"Here you go, hun," said the short, blonde bartender, sliding the shot glass full of bourbon across the table. I nodded once and gave Anita a small smile, thanking her with my eyes. She returned a smile and walked away to another customer. I looked down at the alcohol in front of me, thinking back to the first time I ever drank.

Father was out at a meeting and Mother had already passed. That left Damon, Stefan, and I alone in the Salvatore house. Sitting around the fire, the three of us rubbed our hands together, trying to keep warm. Damon stood up, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. Stefan and I sat, observing. Damon, noticing my fascination with the booze, and poured two more glasses of bourbon, handing them to Stefan and I. I glanced down at the liquor, knowing it would be wrong to drink it, considering my age. I looked over to see Stefan already done with his glass. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. I'm almost 17 anyway. Pushing away all the bad thoughts, I cocked my head back, letting the alcohol burn my throat. That night my brothers and I finished the whole bottle, getting completely wasted.

"Down the the hatch," I mumbled, pouring the bourbon down and feeling the familiar burning sensation. I slammed the shot glass on the counter. I glanced out the window, seeing the suns rays hit the pavement. There was no need to stay in here, but not much more reason to go outside into the blistering heat, so I decided to stay in the air conditioned bar with an unlimited amount of booze. Even though I traded my jeans and sweaters for shorts and a red tank, doesn't mean I'm any cooler.

"Need another one, dear?" I look up to see Anita holding the bottle of bourbon. I nod and she pours me another shot. She goes to walk away, but stops, turns around, and places the bottle on the counter. I give her a confused look. "It's on me," she says, sending a wink before she walks away.

After a couple more shots the bottle is half way empty. I lifted the shot glass, ready to drink, when my phone buzzed. Putting the alcohol down, I pull out my phone, unlocking it and checking my email. Most were people who needed me for their own plans. Throughout the years, I've come across may werewolves, witches, and other vampires, not that I'd call completely trustworthy.Thinking of witches brings me to look down at my family ring.

Some people ask me if I'm married or engaged, but as I gaze at the familiar thick sliver band with its deep blue stone in the center, I know it is nowhere near a ring that signifies love and the future. This rings does signify my future in a way. Without this ring, I'd be a pile of ashes on the floor by now. I can't help but smile as I trace the imprints and swirls on my ring. Supposedly, my ring matches my brothers' rings exactly, but in the center of our family crest is a large A written in elegant calligraphy.

I shake my head, turning back to the email. This email was different. This one came from a person I've trusted with my true identity. I carelessly open the email, reading its content. My smiles fades, and I begin to feel anger. Amelia the note reads in its tiny black font. I know it's been awhile since I last sent you a lead, and by awhile, I mean almost three decades. But I've got something for you. A few days back, I was given information on a certain Petrova spotted in Virginia. My informant told me exactly where Katerina was spotted. I stop and take deep breath, unsure if I'm completely ready to know where I'm being sent to next. Katherine is back in Mystic Falls.

Most people think Katherine Pierce died in the church fire. But a few people I trust know the truth about Katherine flirting her way out of her death. I also know about the other vampires, and how Emily Bennett protected the other vampires with a spell, but they're still locked away in the tomb, desiccated and mummified due to their lack of blood.

Anger boiled inside me. Katherine ruined my brother's lives, as well as mine. Now that I have a lead, I can finally drive stake through Kitty-Kat's heart. It didn't take long for my phone to break, considering my vampire strength. I stood up, slapped a couple bucks on the counter, and walked out, not bothering to take my, now broken, phone. I hopped into my crimson red Jeep, and sped off in the direction of my home town.