A/N: This is a sort of prologue, the next chapter will begin at season 1 episode 1. I own nothing but my OC and plot. Please review! 3

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Prologue

It was Saturday morning, and I was hungover and sore all over my body. I had been up all night, getting to know the handsome guy from the opening party of one of the most expensive and prestige art galleries in town. It was 11 am and my buzzing phone woke me up.

"Hello?" I yawned with a low and hoarse tone, the sun was my enemy that day as I looked around the bedroom of a stranger. He laid next to me, Mark, maybe Martin? I forgot. The only thing I saw last night was his sea blue eyes and how handsome he looked in a suit.

"Hello lovely sister"

"Ah, Damon. My favourite brother" I said in a hushed tone, getting ready to walk out of this guy's penthouse.

"Am I interrupting something?" Damon said, I could hear his smirk all the way to upper east side of New York. I walked without my shoes to the luxurious living room, the marble was ice cold.

"No, just on my way home" I said bluntly. Suddenly I hear a groan coming from the bedroom I just left. Making me rush down the hall, clicking the elevator button really, really hard.

"Jackie?" The guy, whatever his name was said. Suddenly arms snaked around my waist pulling me into a rock solid chest. The guy, stark naked, smirked.

"Last night was amazing, why are you leaving?" He mumbled as he kissed the already marked neck of mine. I turned around to face him, gosh those eyes made my knees weak.

"I have some business to attend to.." I said and winked when I looked him up and down. Feeling no shame of what I did the night before. I kissed him with all the passion I could muster while I saw the elevator doors open.

"I will call you, we need to do that again sometime" He said, voice gruff and laced with lust. Oh I could see exactly how much he wanted to do that again. I waved while swaying my hips lightly, watching as the doors closed and the elevator started to move.

"Talk" I said, hearing my brother chuckle on the other side. I checked myself out in the light reflection of the metallic walls. My ink black hair was a mess which I fixed with a high ponytail. My clothes on the other hand was fine, putting my heels on was utter hell but this was New York. Even in the walk of shame you had to look good. I didn't do the walk of shame though, for me it was more a stride of pride. I reached for my sunglasses in my big purse, making me look important though I was far from it.

"I found Stefan" He said, I stopped fixing myself and listened for once.

"What do you mean you found him?" I asked, I haven't spoken to Stefan for over 50 years. Damon might be bluffing just to later say, "Got ya!"

"He is in our home town" Damon said, I grimaced. Mystic Falls? Why would anyone be there voluntarily. The elevator doors opened and I walked out on the street to call a cab.

"I guess you are on your way there" I sighed, Damon was hell bent on making Stefan pay. I hated them both for even being with Katherine in the first place. I hated Kathrine above all beings in the universe, ever since the day I met her.

"Yep, and you are joining me" He said, I rolled my eyes. The cab came and drove all the way to my apartment. I bickered with Damon back and forth. No way in hell I would even talk to my younger brother again. As I opened the door to my apartment I rolled my eyes.

"Why would I do that when I am so perfectly content where I am right now" I sighed. I knew how this conversation would end.

"Because"

"Because what Damon?"

"I miss you" I laughed at him, but still I started to pack a bag of clothes.

"Yeah right" I muttered, feeling rage fill my chest. I wanted to scream at him, his antics had made me what I am today. His stupid, crazy love had turned me into something I hated.

"Okay I am sorry for dragging you along for 100 years.."

"150 years Damon! For 150 goddamn years I've had to clean up your messes! Plural, you are messed up baby brother!" I shout, hoping that would make my brother regret his life decisions.

"No one asked you to make that spell, but you did" Damon said, voice low.

"Well someone had to look out for you, you are too dumb to function properly" I said, closing up the bag.

"I am not dumb" My brother said.

"Yes you are, you are dumb, idiotic, stupid, persuasive, vindictive, you hold on to grudges like your life depend on it, you are a moron Damon!" I rant feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I took my bag and went down into my apartment building's garage, placing my bag in the passenger seat of my chevrolet 1967 impala.

"Love you sis" He says and hangs up.

"Love you too… Idiot" I said, then threw my phone in the bag. It took hours driving all the way to my own home. On my way there I saw memories coming back to me, some pleasant and others not. I hoped this was the right decision, I promised someone a long time ago that I would always look after my brothers and I wouldn't be driving my car to place my nightmares originated from if I didn't take that promise seriously.

I thought of the time before I made that spell, I wondered how my life would have been if I would've stayed behind and let my brothers run havoc around the world. I shuddered, not daring to think about that.

Then I saw the sign.

Mystic Falls 25 miles

This was it, I would be home again.