Little Sister ♡ TVD [1][𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

- Children of the Damned -

It was night time when a yellow taxicab pulled up on the curb in front of the Gilbert house.

The driver glanced over his shoulder and stared past the plastic divider to the young girl in the back. "That'll be one ninety and seventy cents."

Reaching into the backpack front pocket, she pulled out a couple of crippled bills and put them into the waiting hand of the driver.

"Thanks."

She opened the door and stepped out, swinging the bag on. Happy and painful memories entered her mind as her eyes scanned the two story house before her. Nothing had changed since she'd been gone; the same coat of white paint and black window shutters. Maybe it was for the best it stayed like that or maybe change is what it desperately needed.

With a huff, the young girl made her way up to the porch. Approaching the door, she a swarm of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Returning to Mystic Falls was not something she planned or had permission to do. She ran away and traveled a hundred something miles to get back by herself; not what an 14 year old should do. But it was her only option. The longer she stayed in that horrid place, the faster she would have grown insane.

Raising her fist up, she knocked four times. It was silent as she waited for the door to open; the girl rocking back and forth on her feet. The door opened to reveal a tall, medium built man with jet black hair and icy blue eyes with a towel over his shoulder. In other words, there was a stranger answering the door to her own home.

The man seemed to be surprised to see someone, a child no less, standing out on the porch. "Sorry, little girl, we don't want any Girl Scout cookies." He began to close the door, forcing her to wedge her foot in it's path.

The girl glared up at him. Who did he think he was? "Excuse me, old man, but this is my house."

She slipped through the opening, the door making the man stumble back a little before regaining his balance. She stepped into the foyer as he shut the door behind her while muttering something about not being old.

"Who was at the door, Damon?" a mid-height girl with long straight brown hair said, making her way to the door from the kitchen. Her mouth fell open in shock when she saw the young girl. "E-Emma?"

"Elena." Emma breathed out, squiring over to hug her older sister.

Elena wrapped her arms around the younger girl with a smile forming. "Oh, my god! What are you doing here?"

A light brown haired woman, having heard what was being said, came running down the hall from the kitchen. "Whoa, whoa. Emma? Emma's here?" Her question was confirmed when she saw the girl in question standing before her.

A sheepish smile formed on Emma's face. She was going to get it now. "Hey, Aunt Jenna."

It was then her brother, Jeremy, came running in, indirectly stalling the inevitable scolding with her name on it. "Em!"

"Jer!"

The two crushed each other in a tight hug. It had been a while since she had hugged either of her siblings; something she missed dearly. She missed the familiar warmth and security she felt being back home. This was where she truly belonged. The lawyers knew nothing about her life.

When they parted, Damon, who stood back watching the scene from the sideline, waved his hand to call attention to him.

"As much as I do enjoy watching. . . whatever this is, who is this?" he asked, a finger pointing right at Emma. If anything, she'd like to know who he was.

Elena tucked her hands in her back pockets, turning to him. "Damon, this is Emma. She's my little sister."

Damon's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Little sister?"