Okay! This is my very first story and I'm very excited. I absolutely LOVE the Vampire Diaries Series and I just had to write my own version of what happens after the latest book.

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. I only own the characters I've made up.

ALL other characters belong to LJ Smith! ahh love her So, please enjoy. Thanks.

Chapter 1

Damon Salvatore was lounging against a tree, drained of whatever energy that was left in his somnolent body. His eyes averted, catching a glimpse of Elena Gilbert in the car, her golden blonde hair falling in her face.

Moments ago she was writing in her precious diary, sobbing and shaking, something she didn't do very often. But with Stefan missing, Damon had a feeling that's all she was ever going to do….

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Rain dripped down a broken window pane as the end of a tree branch scrapped against the cracked glass. Saige Callaghan stood in the center of an abandoned shack, alone and well aware of what she was about to do. The candle light coming from the dusty, wooden table was suddenly blown out by the warm air escaping her perfect, glossy lips.

"I summon thee among thy grounds," Saige reached for the glimmering blade resting next to the white, scented candles. "I shall use this blade to bare my blood, oh, fallen angels, hear my-"

"Saige?!"

A voice came from the slightly opened door, and a creek echoed across the shack as a dark figure slipped through the doorway.

Saige spun around, her hand jerking back in shock and the stream of dark hair whipping across her face.

The figure stepped closer, and Saige realized it was her sister, Rose.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked, burning with curiosity. A gust of wind blew in from the door, setting Rose's short, cropped hair to set in different directions while her sharp blue eyes pierced through Saige like sheer glass.

"A spell." Saige replied. She turned back to the blade, her fingertips brushing it's hilt.

Rose spoke, "We're not witches, Saige. We're Crimsons."

Saige flinched at the last word, she felt like someone had slipped several cubes of ice down her back.

She remembered the first time she found out she was a Crimson, a powerful mortal with unbelievable abilities. That was years ago, when she was six. Now, she was a senior in high school, hiding her true identity, hiding from the dangers of the past and present.

"You don't have to be to a witch to perform a spell, Rosemary." Saige replied, after seconds of silence.

Her crystal-blue eyes glanced around the shack, as if searching for something in the delightful darkness. Something was bothering her…maybe it was the annoying presence of Rose.

"You're not trying to summon dad again, are you?" Rose asked. Saige could feel her presence getting closer.

She traced the hilt's designs with her fingertips and spoke in a harsh whisper, "Yes, and I will keep trying until I get a response."

"I just don't get why you waste your time. You keep doing these spells to summon dad, well news flash Saige! DAD IS DEAD! And he is never coming back. You can beg all the angels and demons of this world, but dad is never going to come back!"

Saige whirled around, her eyes full of rage.

"How dare you!" She hollered. The venom in her words sent Rose flinching in despair. It had been a six months since their father, Charles, passed away. Ever since then, tension continued to grow between them. But deep down, Saige knew that her father couldn't be dead. He couldn't have just left them like this.

"How can you say something like that? How can you stand there and not feel what I feel. Dad isn't dead. I can just feel it." Saige's gaze fell to the floor. She knew her father wasn't dead. He was alone and hidden somewhere in this cryptic world. Well, hopefully alone and unharmed.

"Dad disappeared. His body was never found! He was presumed dead, that doesn't mean he's actually dead," Saige continued, meeting Rose's mortified glare.

"Okay, maybe he isn't, maybe he is. But stop wasting your time with these spells. They're dangerous and if anyone…evil or should I say immoral, finds out a Crimson is mastering spells, who knows what they'll do to hunt you down." Rose's words didn't scare Saige the slightest bit.

A playful smile danced on her luscious lips, "Well then, I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Rose just watched Saige in mere bewilderment as Saige snatched the blade off the table, raced out of the shack and lingered into the sad, sad night.

Later that night, Saige sat in her bedroom, stroking the fur on her black cat, Zasper, darkness surrounding them both. She didn't bother to turn the lights on, she just sat on her enormous bed and thought, and thought and thought for several slow minutes. The door to the bedroom opened after another dying minute, and the light from the hallway poured over Saige's pale, flawless face.

"Honey, it's me." Her mother, Kassandra, switched on the light and entered the room. Her footsteps were so quiet, Saige jumped when she noticed Kassandra standing at the foot of her bed. Zasper let out a hiss, his big yellow eyes narrowing as he leapt off the bed. Kassandra chuckled, "Hmm, he's a funny little thing, isn't he?"

"Mom, I have a question. And I need your answer to be short and honest." Saige faced her tall, voluptuous, charming mother, meeting her gaze. Kassandra nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed, her light weight barely causing the mattress to move.

Her mother had always been beautiful in several ways. She could understand why her handsome father fell for her mother, she was just so pleasant and interesting to have around. At least when her dad was around.

"Is dad really dead?" Saige heard her voice crack.

Her mother's pleasant face fell, "We've been through this a thousand times, Saige."

"I know, but this time I want an answer, and an honest one!"

"You and I both know the answer. Must you hear it just for your own comfort?"

"Mom, I know you know something! I can tell by the look in your eyes! Ever since dad 'passed' away, you've blocked me out of your thoughts. I can't read your mind because you don't want me to. That proves you know something!"

Saige could feel herself losing control, her thoughts were suddenly becoming words. She wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted. And what she wanted was just a short, simple answer.

"You have shut me out of everything. You barely talk to me anymore. You leave in the morning and don't come home until Rose and I are asleep. Sometimes I hear you talking in your sleep, saying you'll keep us safe no matter what! I know there's something you're not telling me and if you don't tell me right now, I swear I'll leave and never, and I mean never come back. I hate it here, I hate this place and I want to find dad because I know he's out there somewhere!" Saige was all out of breath the second she finished speaking.

"Wow, you just know everything don't you." Saige noticed Rose standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes narrowed.

"Rosemary, get out of my room. You're vile to the eye, you really are." Saige quickly dismissed her pathetic sister and brought her attention back to her mother, but could tell that Rose was still lounging by the door.

Kassandra was staring down at the floor, not sure what to say to her daughter other than the truth.

"You're right, Charles is not dead. He's very much alive. I was never suppose to tell you both this, b-but he wanted you two to believe he was dead only to protect you. He only wanted to protect you. Oh, Charles, I miss you so. I do hope you can hear me, I really do."

After Kassandra stopped speaking she broke into tears, overwhelmed by all the pressure. Saige looked up at Rose, who was suddenly pale in the face.

"Tell me where he is." Saige demanded, as nicely as possible. She wasn't surprised by what her mother had just said, but she just wanted to be sure.

Kassandra whipped her tears away quickly, but continued to sob. "He…h- he's in a…a prison. A pr-prison in ano..thaaa world. Th-they found him innnnnnnnnnnn a uhh a place cal..call..dahh..Fell's Chur…chaaa. Ohhh, Charles. I'm so-sorrrrry."

Saige felt her heart sink, "A prison?! A prison in another world? What are you saying?"

Kassandra met her daughter's confused gaze through her watery, stinging eyes.

"Oh, darling. It's hard to explain. I-it really is. Go see Ms. Cunningham, she'll explain everything to you."

There mother was becoming stable again, trying to hold herself together as best as she could. She missed her husband, her dear, dear husband. She missed his handsome face and they way he was so gentle with everything…the way he raised his girls to be so strong and so...powerful.

"Eww, you honestly want us to visit that batty, old annoying woman? I heard she eats the dirt from her fingernails." Rose's voice sounded disgusted, as if she had mistakenly ate something very distasteful.

Kassandra let out a wail, "Yes!"

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to find dad. If Ms. Cunningham has the answers I'm looking for then I'm going to see her. She might be creepy, but she's just a lonely old lady. And I respect her." Saige quickly said, getting up from the bed.

Rose stared at her as if she'd gone clinically insane. "Are you CRAZY?! You're going to go look for dad? Saige, he can be anywhere, ANYWHERE! I want to have dad safe and well at home just as much as you do, but we can't just leave and not know where we're going."

Saige replied instantly, "I can! Even if it kills me!"

She scurried around her room, ignoring Rose's remarks and her mother's pleads. She was going to do whatever it takes. After about twenty minutes of packing up things that she needed, like clothes and essentials, Saige finally was ready to leave. At least she thought she was. Was she really going to do this? Was she just going to leave, tonight? Of all nights?

Rose appeared in the doorway again, fiddling with her nails. "How exactly are you going to get around?" She asked Saige, as their identical eyes met.

"I'm going to ask Ian to come with me, although I really hate to drag him into this. But he's more powerful then the both of us."

Rose scoffed at once, then broke into fits of laughter. "That boy can't hold a glass cup for more than five seconds without breaking it! He may have more abilities than we do, but he's an idiot."

"That boy happens to be my boyfriend!"

Rose gave Saige a devious grin, raising one eyebrow. "Oh, so you two are back together again, for like the hundredth time! I can see why, that boy is a knock out! I hate to admit it but he is gorgeous, maybe that's why you fell for him. Oh, and, well, of course he'll drive you around. He'd do anything for you. He's like you're boy toy, he does whatever you please. That's the only thing I admire about you, Saige. You're just so damn seductive, a true Crimson girl, like myself of course."

Saige shook her head, "You just never shut up, do you?"

The sisters stared at each other with lovely hatred.

Rose finally tore her gaze from Saige's, and sighed. "Well, I don't get why you're leaving so soon. But I guess there's nothing I can do to stop you. Have fun on your road trip, and call me if anything. I want updates on everything! Maybe I'll even meet up with you, if you ever find out where dad is exactly."

Saige sighed. Then suddenly felt the presence of Kassandra coming towards her room.

"What's wrong with you? You can't just get up and leave so sudden!" Their mother shouted, busting into the room. Her face was blotched red, and looked gloomy. It saddened Saige to see her mother so helpless.

"That's not for you to decide, dear mother. I'm sorry, I really am. But I have to find dad. Like I said before, even if it kills me."

And before any arguments could be made, Saige picked up Zasper and made her way out of the house, without a single goodbye. She would come back, even if she had to come back as a spirit, she would be back.