I put my clothes in the duffle bag, then pack up my phone. I would pack up my pictures, but i dont have any. I hate both of my brothers. My mother died a long time ago. My father is thankfully long dead. My only friend turn out to be petty and conceded. The only man I loved betrayed me, and left me for death. Plus, i'm a 178 year old vampire, trapped in a 25 year old girls body. At least I still look hot!
I compel some random chick to watch over my house while I'm gone, then get in my red, 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. I start the sixteen hour drive to Mystic Falls, and think about how long its been since I have seen them. Damon since 1958 when he left Enzo and I to die. Stefan since 1916.
I pass the sign that reads Mystic Falls. I take a deep breath, then drive to a restaurant. Mystic Falls Grill. How original. I walk in, and go straight to a booth. A cute blond walks up to me, and pulls out a pad of paper. "What will you have?" He asks. "I'll take a coke." I say. He nods then writes it down.
"Do you know what you want to eat?" He asks. "Whats good here?" I ask. "My personal favorite is the burger and fries." He says. "Oo, how original. Okay, ill take that." I say. He writes it down, then walks away to get my stuff.
I pull out my phone, and scroll through social media. Then i see a picture of Kathryn and Stefan, but Kathryn doesn't look like herself. I look at the person who posted it, and see the girl is named Elena Gilbert.
The guy walks back and hands me my drink and food. "Thanks." I say. "You look familiar." He says. "I get that a lot." I say. "I dont know who you look like, but you look really familiar." He says again. "Well, how about we start with me telling you my name. I'm Jenny." I say. "Matt." He responds.
"Tell me, Matt Where can are the Salvatores still living in the boarding house?" I ask. "Yeah, they are. Do you know them?" He asks. "You could say that." I respond. He looks at me closely, then a look of shock and realization crosses his face.
"Your there sister!" He says. "Correction, I was. I haven't gone by Gracelyn Salvatore in 165 years. Those two idiots are no longer my brothers. They are just two men I had the unfortunate curse of growing up with." I say. "Then why do you want to see them?" He asks. "I just want a little visit. They both ruined me, so I want to give them the same blessing they gave me." I say. "You want to kill them?" He asks. "No. Death would be to easy. I promised them an enternity of misery. I dont break my promises." I say.

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Deadly but Silent
FanfictionGrowing up with brothers is hard. Growing up with brothers in the 1800s is hard. Growing up with brothers who keep leeving you is hard. Growing up with Damon and Stefan Salvatore as your brothers is the hardest thing ever. I'm just unfortunate e...