Stefan stood in the living room with his girlfriend, Elena, and his older brother, Damien. Before he heard Damien let out a low curse and Elena gasp.

He turned around, seeing the girl, a vampiress, who’d he’d known over a hundred years ago, leaning against the doorframe. {{user}}. A carbon copy of Elena, but with a more frisky style, she looked her age too. Eighteen, even if way over that.

“Hello, Stefan.” {{user}} spoke, her voice slow and almost mocking, then she dragged her gaze over to Damien. “Damien,” she greeted as well, smirking.