The Other Salvatore

Two shots of tequila and a black label scotch

*PRESENT DAY, STEFAN'S POV*

I sat there at the bed for five minutes thinking about her. She was beautiful for age. She had long curly blonde hair and light blue eyes like a morning sky. She was so sweet as well. She would always look out for people and if anyone was cruel to her friends or family she would be a force to be reckoned with, but she always tried to be kind and stay out of people's way.

When I finally got up I took a shower and put on some fresh clothes. I was thinking about going to see Elena later that day, hell I might even tell her about Aletta. I went to the florists and bought a bouquet of flowers and drove to Mystic Falls cemetery to visit Aletta's grave.

When I arrived I found Damon sitting by her grave with pink roses for her. He heard me coming and looked at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Hello, Brother. I see you came to pay her a visit as well."

I laid down the Lillie's I had bought for her at her headstone and sat down with him.

"I couldn't not come Damon this is one of the few years I am actually in town during her anniversary. I wasn't going to miss this one."

"Where's Elena?" He asked.

" At school. I told her I wasn't going today but I'd meet her at the grill tonight.

Damon looked angrily at me. "Your going out with your girlfriend tonight of all nights?" He said and I could hear the disgust in his voice.

"Yes, Damon I want to tell Elena about Aletta I can't deal with this on my own anymore! You barely mention her name r so I'm all on my own."

Damon looked soberly at me. "I'm sorry I just need to be left alone." With that he went off on his own.

*DAMONS POV*

I need a drink. Today was the worst day and it came every fuckin year. Every year I had to be reminded that she died and Stefan and I had failed her. All I wanted was to forget about this but I couldn't have that.

I arrived at the Mystic Grill less than ten minutes later with my day drinking face on. I walked up to the bar and ordered two shots of tequila. Once I had downed those I got to the good stuff. Eighteen year old black label scotch. I smiled to myself and looked around. There was no one in the Grill apart from a blonde sitting in a corner. "Why not?" I thought and went over ready to introduce myself. I couldn't see her face but how bad could she really be?

She was beautiful. She had almond shaped blue eyes with flecks of light grey and a soft sweet face with full pink lips. Her hair cascaded down past her chest in soft golden curls. She was sweet and perfect she was also....

My sister.

"Aletta?" I said my breathing rapid and uncontrollably. "It can't be you, you died!" I reached my hand out and touched her cheek.

"Hello big brother." She said with a tear in her eye.

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