Disclaimer – this is one of the first stories I have written in what feels like years, so sorry in advance for the mistakes. Also this will deviate from the plot of the show. A lot of the main events will still take place, but they may not be in complete order or happen the same way, as it's my work of fiction based off the show. The characters are also a bit OOC.

I watched him leave the room after Elena finished brokering a deal with him, "I say we trust him. When everything does eventually go down, I kinda want to have the thousand year old original vampire who apparently can't be killed by my side."

Elena scoffed, "We can trust him all we want. That doesn't mean Stefan and Damon will."

"They don't have to. You know as well as I do that you are their number one priority. Sure they care about me and want me safe, but they'd never hesitate to choose you over me." I told her as I got up from her floor and made my way to the door, "I'll continue to do what I want, when I want. My gut is telling me to trust Elijah. My feelings are never wrong."

"Olivia?" Elena calls to me as I open her door to leave, "Do you think he really knows why you're different?''

"I know he does. I saw it in his eyes the moment they landed on me when we first met him in the abandoned house with Rose and Trevor."

Smiling slightly at me, "I know you'll do whatever you want, whatever you need to do, but just be careful. You know Damon won't be happy about it, especially if it goes against what he wants to do."

"Darling sister, the word careful isn't in my vocabulary." I smirk, "Plus, Damon Salvatore doesn't control my life, nor does his opinion influence my decisions in any way."

Walking into my room, I close the door, turn on my Bluetooth speakers and proceed to lie in the middle of my floor on the fuzzy grey rug. My automatic go-to for when I need to just think.

Why am I so different? There is so much I want to understand, so many questions that I want answered. How am I alive being one of the bigger ones? I should've died in the accident with my parents. By the time Stefan – unknowingly to us at the time – got us both to the surface my breathing had stopped, my heart wasn't beating. And then, I was. My heart started to beat, and I started to breathe. I came back. No one understands why.

I can't be compelled. At all. Damon's tried and it never works. At the time everyone thought I had vervain on me, or in my perfume or something, but I didn't even know what vervain was back then. Even now I don't ever use any because it doesn't do anything at all for me.

I'm stronger than a seventeen-year-old human girl should be. I always think back to the day that I shoved Damon so hard he actually stumbled backwards; everyone in the room looked between Damon and me with the best-confused and shocked faces I've ever seen.

That was the start of it I guess. I kept getting stronger, almost vampire strong at this point. I also gained a sort of sixth sense if you will, my gut – or rather my intuition, is never wrong. I can always tell when I should or shouldn't say something, if I shouldn't tell certain people information; it lets me know when I can trust someone.

That's part of why I was so damn calm when we were brought to Rose and Trevor. They didn't want to hurt us, they wanted their freedom, we, or rather Elena, was the bargaining chip.

Elijah. He – he wanted me safe. Even more so than Elena, it's strange, to feel that coming from someone, most people in my life haven't ever put me above her. He'd protect me with his life, I could see it by the way his eyes barely left my body. Not even in a perverted way, it was concern, brotherly almost.

I needed to know. It's driving me crazy lately, every day I wake up and just want the truth. Elena's special, she's a doppelgänger, the key to this whole curse that everyone and their fucking mother are so concerned with. She's human though. No miraculous strength. No crazy intuition. No immunity to compulsion, just a normal everyday human, just another thing that makes us different.

It's not surprising that we would be different; in the human world we are, so why should the supernatural world be any different for us. We couldn't be more different; it starts with our looks and ends in our taste in guys.

Elena, she's tall with a lean athletic body from her years of cheer. Her boobs and ass aren't all that big but they work for her body type, making her the perfect candidate to be a model. Her olive complexion is flawless and compliments her deep dark brown eyes and chocolate brown hair that flows perfectly straight down her back.

I'm petite, a solid five foot three inches. I'm not athletic in the sense that I do a sport, but I do work out four days a week, all things considered I've got an hour glass shape and my boobs and ass only accentuate that. I wish my boobs were a tad bit smaller, but I work with I got. I'm quite fair skinned, though I can tan in the summer when I'm outside. My pale skin makes my piercing blue-grey eyes really pop, since my face is framed by incredibly wavy chestnut brown hair that ends in the middle of my back.

By all accounts we're both gorgeous, neither of us is the 'ugly' twin. You just wouldn't automatically think twins when you see us together.

Our personalities aren't too drastically different; we're caring, giving, and loving individuals. We just tend to show it in different ways. Elena can be a bit too self-sacrificing, and I'm not nearly self-sacrificing enough.

She can put her nose into other peoples' business like it's her goddamn job. She's always gotta put her two cents in even when its most likely not needed. She's outgoing to the extreme, trusting as all hell, and peppy. She tends to put other needs above her own. Making sure that everyone in her life is taken care of and doing all right.

I'm nosey too, don't get me wrong, I always seem to get eventually know everything that is going on. I just don't ask for the information, they just offer it up as if I'm their fucking shrink. I'm trusting to a fault, I've been hurt a few more times than I'd like and with my handy sixth sense of intuition, it makes trusting people a bit easier. I'm outgoing, if I'm in a party setting or with our friends. I certainly don't shy away from danger, and I don't care much for other people giving me their opinions on my life choices.

Elena would rather hang out at a game, or some school event with Caroline and Bonnie. I would rather take my camera, my sketchpad and go for a hike or the park or even the art wing at school. I like my space, my solitude. The art helps keep my thoughts at bay. Helps keep me grounded.

As for guys, Elena dated Matt Donovan. The quarterback, the sweet, all American guy, now she's with Stefan and even with him being a vampire he's still the sweet, all American guy. She tends to go for the good guys, the ones who wouldn't dream of ever hurting her, the ones who do the little romantic cutesy gestures.

I dated a guy named Frankie Sorano, he rode a motorcycle, smoked cigarettes, hung out with all the wrong people, and above all, he was the bad boy. The kind of guy a girl sees from across the room and can't tear her eyes away from him. Most want to try and 'fix' him, I didn't. I loved that he was an asshole; he did what he wanted, when he wanted. He got me into all kinds of trouble, but I relished in it. Unfortunately, he also did whomever he wanted. I can stand for a lot of things in a relationship, but cheating on me is the biggest no besides putting your hands on me in a violent manner. So I kicked him to the curb and haven't truly had a relationship since. Just casual for now, I don't think I could date the good guy if I tried. They bore me to tears.

At the end of the day, despite our ever-occurring arguments, we'd do anything for each other. She's the one person in my life who I'd help no matter what. Who I know will always be there for me.

A knock on my door brings me out of my thoughts. Turing my head and my body slightly on the floor I look up at my door, "Come in!"

Stefan's head pops through my doorway, chuckling a bit at the sight of me all sprawled out in the middle of my room, "Just wanted to check and see if you're all right. You've been through a lot the last few days and I know that we haven't had a chance to talk."

Ever the caring Stefan Salvatore, he's not always so bad if you get past the brooding martyr tear he can get on – I usually can't. He's always trying to do the right thing, be there for everyone he cares about. Help if you have a problem, always trying to get you to be a better person – epitome of a good guy.

Smiling up at him, "Never better! I've now got all manner of mythical creatures, which shouldn't even exist, protecting me. Even though they all know full well than I can't actually die."

I can see the tension in his face, his eyebrows pulling together, "We'll get the answers Olivia. I know we've put that on the back burner lately, but I promise after all this curse business is done with. Regardless we care about you, whether you can die or not, we want you to be safe."

"I know Stefan. I know that you'll try, but Elena comes first in your life, no harm in admitting it. Besides, I know. I know how to get the answers. I will. When the time is right. Now enough chit chat, go give Elena a disgustingly sweet kiss, she's been out of her mind with worry."

One last smile at him, I literally shove him out of my doorway and lock it behind him. Turning around I walk over to my dresser and change out of my skinny jeans and long sleeve shirt and into shorts and a tank and finally get into bed.

Soon. I can feel it; I'll talk to Elijah soon. I'll get answers. Not all of them, but even a few are good enough for now, something, anything, to help me achieve a semblance of normalcy in my very abnormal life.

You can't seriously be sleeping still Olivia! - Damon

I'll give you until noon. My house. Don't be late. – Damon

Tossing my phone back onto my bed, I ignore the other texts that he sent me in the last hour. For fucks sake he started at about nine this morning, I don't do morning. He knows this. I love my sleep, even though I don't ever get much of it.

Jumping into the shower, I exhale letting the hot water sooth my muscles as I stand there. Content.

"Liv? I'm gonna go to the boarding house, Damon called. He wants me to take you, so hurry up!" I hear Elena shout through the door.

Sighing an obnoxiously heavy sigh, I proceed with my shower. Throwing my hair up in a towel as I rush into my room to look for clean clothes to wear. I've been way to lazy and seriously need to do laundry. So black skinny jeans, and a beat up New York hoodie, and my trusty converse are the best that's going to happen today.

Letting my hair out of my towel, I quickly spray leave in conditioner throughout the ends, brushing through it the best I can without yanking my hair out in the process. My hair is much too thick. I need to desperately get it thinned out again soon.

Putting some moisturizer on my face with a little BB cream, lightly filling in my eyebrows, and putting on some mascara, my lazy day look is complete.

Grabbing my phone off the bed, and reaching for my bag, I head out to meet Elena downstairs.

"Damon is incredibly annoying today." Elena says as I grab a banana from the kitchen before we leave, "He's been bugging me every ten minutes for the last hour to get you over there. You mad at him again?"

Shutting the door to the car, "No. Not mad at all. Yet anyway. It was so early when he began his assault on my sleep. I ignored it and turned my volume off on my phone. He's just impatient."

Not including the fact that I haven't really hung out or spoken to Damon in over a week. He's off doing whatever it is he, well they do, and I'm clearly not a part of all of it.

The rest of the ride was silent aside from the quiet hum of the radio in the car. I absentmindedly ate the banana I grabbed and thought about what Damon could possibly want so badly.

In all honesty, I fully expect him to 'lay down the law' about Elijah and the deal that we struck with him; they both seem to think Elena can't make a decision to save her life, and they clearly haven't given up on trying to influence my choices. That's really got to stop.

Walking into the boarding house, I must tell you, this was not what I expected. At all.

"I'm sorry, my hearing must be going in my old age, because it certainly sounded like you antagonized a werewolf on the night of a fucking full moon. To which she retaliated by trying to bite and kill you, but instead, Rose pushed you out of the way and now she's the one who has the nasty, no-cure-for, wolf bite…and surely you couldn't be that goddamn fucking stupid!"

Giving me his best sheepish grin, I smack him over and over again, "How." smack, "Can." smack, "You." smack, "Be." smack, "So fucking thick headed!"

"I didn't think okay?" He yells back at me, flinching away from each smack to his body, "How was I supposed to know she'd really make good on her threat. Mason was barely a threat, I figured she'd be the same."

Glaring at him, I turn around and walk off to find Rose. God help him. He is so self-centered, or rather so self destructive, he doesn't even realize how stupid he is I swear. Who antagonizes a werewolf on a full moon? Especially if you know the bite will kill you.

Walking into the parlor I see Elena now sitting with Rose, instead of upstairs with Stefan. She looks so distraught, so sick. I know she's dying, but to see her look like this. The reality sinking in, this was supposed to be Damon. Jules targeted him. He's supposed to be the one laying in pain, but he's not. He got lucky. Lucky enough that Rose thought enough about him to save his life.

"Where'd Stefan go?" I ask leaning up against the back of the couch.

"He, he left. I need you to talk to him Damon. He's convinced he needs to find Isobel, but I think that's gonna upset Elijah." She says to Damon, her eyes pleading with him to just listen to her.

"No can do. I'm with Stefan on this." He tells her putting the blood bag aside, "But if you two could play nurse for a little while."

"That's really not necessary." Rose argues, sipping on the blood in her glass.

"Yes it is Elena's a do-gooder. Its in her nature, she can't resist."

"Sorry Rose, I've got plans today. I'll stop by to see how're you're doing later tonight though." I smile at her and wave as I follow Damon and Elena out of the room.

"Damon? Is she gonna die?" Elena asks him in a whisper.

Rolling my eyes, "Of course she is Elena. Werewolf bites are fatal. It's like an infection, poison; it's only going to get worse. I gotta go. Good luck with all this."