Summary: AU. Elena and Katherine Gilbert are teenage twin sisters with the seemingly perfect life: Young, beautiful and popular. But, their lives and everyone around them are turned upside down when the Salvatore brothers and their 'family' move to town. D/E, S/K End Game.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING FROM "THE VAMPIRE DIARIES" BOOKS OR TV SERIES. I'm just a mediocre writer having some fun with the universe and its' characters!

Author's Note (*Please Read*): Ok, this is very AU. It starts at the 'beginning' where almost everyone is human aside from the obvious few and I'm hoping it will be a long and progressive story. This story is a slow burn! I am essentially re-doing the TV show, so no couples are permanent on their way to the end! Pretty much everyone is alive and has a completely different back story than they did in the show. So please, read with an open mind and review!

.PROLOGUE.

CHICAGO, 1920

"This is the 9th body in two days, Stefan! This has to stop! You are going to ruin everything!" The veins under his eyes darkened momentarily as he lost his temper at his brother. Damon Salvatore was not a man of patience.

"I'm trying, Damon. But... the blood... it's too much. I can't control it."

The two brothers were in a small apartment in Chicago. It was a bleak place. It had been abandoned before they showed up. First just dusty, but now covered in blood. The boys had only been in town for just over a week and hadn't had a chance to re-decorate with much beside booze and carnage. Not that they cared much about the interior of their temporary nest. They had a larger agenda. They had a score to settle. Damon had a score to settle.

And Stefan's addiction was putting it at risk. Unideal.

There are good parts and bad parts to being a vampire. Quite frequently Stefan was most of the bad parts. When he didn't have his need for blood under control he was impulsive and violent. A ripper. Damon had spent the better part of the last 56 years helping Stefan as he fell off the wagon over and over again. It was draining and a pain in his ass, but Stefan was his brother and he would always stick by him no matter what. Besides, all of his anger was taken up by a single person. Klaus Mikaelson. The Original Vampire himself.

"I-I'm sorry, Damon. I know this was our chance. But, it consumes my thoughts. My veins feel like they are on fire with need. I can't stop being hungry!" Stefan ground out the last word angrily, slamming his fist on the table. There was blood smeared around his mouth. His light brown hair, that was normally slicked back, was disheveled. He looked extra pale as if he was a walking corpse.

Damon rolled his eyes from behind him. "Yes, we are eternally hungry, brother. That's the price of immortality."

"You know what I mean." Stefan growled, turning slowly to face him.

Damon had jett black hair and striking blue eyes. And, even though he was technically older, he was a tiny bit shorter than Stefan. His appearance was more clean and relaxed, despite the look of annoyance plastered acrossed his face. "Yes. And we need to fix this and fix it fast, because all of this-" He gestered to the blood on the walls and the young flapper's body on the floor, "has been drawing attention to the press. And that, Stefan, is what will tip off Klaus that we are here."

"I KNOW." Stefan barked, clenching his fists. Damon rubbed a hand over his face and sighed, defeated.

"Ok... I'll take care of this. You stay here and try to get some of the blood off before it stains. We will have to relocate to the edge of town and sober you up while there is still time." Damon grumbled while he grabbed a blanket off the dusty couch and draped it over the corpse. Stefan watched wordlessly as his brother gathered her up in his arms and headed for the door.

Damon had been stashing the bodies in unmarked graves along an old road just outside of town. He would always stand by his brother, but this was all such a big weight on his shoulders. Stefan had been so sweet and innocent during life... they both had. Who knew that he would be the darkest in undeath. Damon had been trying to plan out his revenge since they drew their first breaths in the afterlife, but Stefan's side effects hit fast and were nothing Damon had ever experienced or expected. Damon enjoyed the hunt and the kill on occasion too, but the cravings Stefan would experience for blood were beyond extreme.

A little over an hour had passed before he returned back to the apartment building. It gave him time to try to think of a plan. The stairwells and hallways felt too dark and too quiet as he made his ascend to the 4th floor. Something was off. It was only 7 o'clock at night, yet it seemed eerily calm. Something seemed very wrong as he approached the door to their place. It was ajar and Damon could hear the slow, almost-dead, heartbeat of two individuals when he tuned in his hearing. Stefan was not alone.

Not much scared Damon Salvatore, but he could feel an impending gulp stuck in his throat.

"Well, come on in now. No sense hiding out in the hall way."

Damon's blood, somehow, went colder in his veins. He recognized that voice. He had nightmares about the deep British drawl. Nightmares of rich chocolate hair and screams of agony. He approached the door,nudged it open with his foot, and put on his best confident smirk. "Klaus Mikaelson! Fancy meeting you here." The lean and handsome original vampire was standing next to the crumpled, knocked out, body that was Stefan. His own smirk was just as self-assured, but filled with malice.

His pale blue eyes were boring into Damon's. Taunting. "Oh, good. You've heard of me. We can skip the formal introductions then." Klaus drawled with his thick British accent.

Damon started laughing. He couldn't help it. He laughed so hard that he bent forward, slightly, clutching his stomach. Klaus' smirk disappeared and he glared at the younger vampire. As Damon got ahold of himself, he wiped at his eyes and took in a deep ragged breath, "I'm sorry... That-That's just rich! You don't even remember me, do you?"

Klaus cocked his head to the side, "I beg your pardon?"

"Does the name Nadya Petrova ring any bells?" All mirth was gone from Damon's eyes when the sentence left his mouth. His voice had gone hard.

There was a pause as the two dangerous men stared at each other. Klaus pretended to toss the name around in his brain for a moment. His smirk returned. "Wait, wait... I think I understand... You're the Salvatore brothers."

Damon inclined his ear towards Klaus waiting for the original to continue. His attitude was cocky. He made a mental note of his lack of self preservation.

"You, and your pathetic blood-addicted brother, have been inconveniencing me by bringing attention to the body count in my city all because you want to act out some painful-lover's revenge?" He reached down with lightning speed and grabbed Stefan's sleeping form by the back of the neck. He hoisted him up roughly.

Damon shrugged, defeated, "The blood binge clearly wasn't part of the plan. We just wanted to kill you."

It was Klaus' turn to laugh. "Kill me? I really hope you aren't actually that stupid. I'm an original. I can't be killed. Your brother, however, might as well be mortal in comparison. You choose - should I rip out his heart or tear off his head?"

Damon's eyes filled with fresh fury, "Let my brother go. This was all my idea. Take me instead."

Klaus looked from Stefan to Damon. "Well, I was going to kill the both of you, if we're being honest. Besides, his existence seems pretty miserable to me. So much lust for blood and the hunt while holding on to all the guilt in between. I'm surprised he even has his humanity turned on." He slammed his free hand into Stefan's chest, gripping his heart. Stefan's eyes popped open, blood shot, as he gasped out in pain.

Damon threw a panicked hand out in from of him, "No, stop! Please! Take me! I'll do whatever you want!"

"My, my, how the tone has changed! You walked in here filled with confidence and threats, but now it's about doing anything to save your brother? Two minutes you were on about Nadya Petrova and your suicide mission to punish me. Believe me when I say that Nadya's treacherous existence needed to be removed from this world." Klaus replied, smiling menacingly, a hand still around Stefan's heart as he groaned. "What if I told you that you didn't actually know a bloody thing about Nadya Petrova?"

Damon growled, but held his tongue. His eyes stayed glued to the hand clasping his brother's heart. Deep down he knew this had been a foolish plan. He knew originals could not be killed. He had been blinded by rage for so long. All he could see was red. He was going to spend his eternity with her until Klaus ripped it all away from him 56 years ago. Now his temper had brought them to this point. Their peril was his fault. His stubborness and grudgeholding ways would be the death of both of them.

"Just let my brother go. Please."

There was a long pause. The only sound in the room was Stefan's grunts of pain.

"You know what I find intriguing, Damon? I can look at you and see that, despite your serious lack of judgement and cocky disposition, you have a very admirable trait... Loyalty. You seek revenge for those you have loved. You stand by your brother even as he holds you back with his personal demons."

Damon's eyebrows drew together in a confusion as Klaus removed his hand from the cavity of his brother's chest. Stefan cried out and drew in a gasp of relief. Klaus dropped him and he fell to his knees.

"This is an offer I am going to throw on the table one time and one time only. I will spare your life and your brother's life on one condition." Klaus' grave tone left no room for discussion. Damon realized he was holding his breath.

"...Loyalty is my favorite quality. I find it to be the most important one. Friends and family are nothing without it. I want you to join my coven, Damon. I want you to pledge your loyalty to myself and my family. Do this - stand by my side, do my bidding, let your grudge go... and I will cure your brother of his addictions and we can forget this day ever happened."

That was the night that Damon Salvatore signed both he and his brother's souls to the devil.

A/N: Please Review! Chapter One coming soon!