you told anyone about me?" I questioned, jutting out my lip as I pretended to be hurt.

After the emotional reunions outside, Elena-whom I learned was not only a Petrova doppelganger but also Stefan's girlfriend-said she had to leave and I went inside with my brothers...after being invited in.

"No" Damon drug out sassily before coming about with a matter-of-fact response "Alaric knows somewhat about you"

"Who the hell is Alaric?" I asked after taking a sip of bourbon.

"A vampire hunter" he responded nonchalantly while I nearly choked on my drink.

"YOU'RE FRIENDS WITH A HUNTER?! What the hell is wrong with you?! And then you told him about me?! Damon I-"

"Calm down Angel" Stefan said using an old nickname of mine "he's just playing around with you, he's not really a hunter and he's an ally, he actually works at Robert E. Lee, he's a history teacher"

I nodded calming down and shooting Damon daggers as he snickered childishly while Stefan spoke again "And as for not telling anyone about you...we agreed that it'd be best not to"

I frowned looking over at him "Why?"

"We couldn't bare it" Damon said this time, speaking softly as his icy blue eyes stared off in the distance "we thought you were dead Evan"

I felt a pang in my heart and I looked down shamefully.

"I'm sorry" I spoke just above a whisper knowing they heard me clearly.

"You don't have to apologize" Stefan said sitting down beside me and nudging my shoulder "we get that you needed to escape, we did too"

"And boy did we" Damon remarked darkly sparking a thought in my mind.

"Speaking of escaping" I said recovering from my sorrow and looking over at Stefan pointedly, "what is it I heard about this Ripper business?"

Stefan looked away, ashamed, and Damon spoke "Oh you heard about that? Little Stefan ripped people apart literally then put them back together out of guilt" he looked amused and I looked at Stefan with concern.

"Stefan is that true?" I asked putting a hand on his shoulder and he remained silent, confirming my suspicion.

"Oh don't worry Ev, he eats bunnies now" Damon teased and I glared at him before barking at him to shut up and he immediately did exactly that.

It pays to have your brothers afraid of you, it really does.

"Will you be staying with us?" Stefan asked me hopefully after we'd changed to a lighter subject about our visits to Paris.

"Well I could but I was-"

"She's staying with us" Damon said cutting me off before I could tell them I'd stay on my own. I sighed and shrugged and they both grinned at me.

They helped me with my bags and they brought them up to a beautiful guest room and I looked at them impressed. Damon of course had to have a remark.

"No, little sister, we don't live under a rock" He and I smirked at each other and Stefan just shook his head chuckling.

"You guys look so alike when you do that" Stefan remarked and Damon and I chuckled.

It was true; Damon and I had a smirk thing that we just did. Some people said it made us look like assholes.

"Don't be jealous Stefanie" he chortled and I stifled a laugh as I placed my bag onto my bed while Stefan glared at the both of us.

After my brothers left, I sat down on the bed and sighed. It'd been so long since I've stayed in one place for longer than a month, it felt weird knowing I'd be here for a while. I traveled around the world for more than a century trying new things, meeting new people, and never falling in love once. I didn't know what it was but I just couldn't, no one seemed to be the right fit or to understand me correctly. Not even all the supernatural I'd met over the years. I'd begun to lose hope.

"Hey" Stefan said as he entered my room holding a grocery bag.

"Hey" I said softly pulling my legs to my chest as he sat down at the foot of my bed opening the bag.

He took out a jar and I gasped "I remember how much you loved these when were younger..."

"Stefan!" I exclaimed accepting the jar of whole dill pickles "You're the best!"

I pulled him into a hug and he chuckled as I heard Damon enter saying "it was actually my idea"

I rolled my eyes and hugged him too "You're both the best brothers in the world. I've missed you since the day I left"

I saw them both look down and knew they wanted to ask, then why'd I leave? But they knew, they knew I needed a break...I needed answers.

Speaking of answers... "Guys" I said softly and was met with a pair of blue and a pair of green eyes, both curious "I have something to tell you"

"Go on" Damon said leaning against my dresser as if he were waiting on some juicy gossip.

"It's about my father...my real father" I began, seeing them stiffen immediately at the subject.

"You can tell us Evan" Stefan said in his usual comforting, understanding voice.

I sighed and looked down at my comforter as I spoke "As you both know...he was killed after it was learned of his affair with our mother..." the images still scarred me to this day. I remembered him begging and pleading just to say goodbye to me...to hug me for the last time but he never did. They didn't let him; they shot him as soon as he left his home. I didn't know what hurt most, seeing my biological father get shot in front of me or seeing the pain in my mother's eyes as she realized she'd actually been in love with him.

If you're wondering, Katerina-or Katherine as they call her now was the one who hinted to my father that I was a bastard child and not just some freak switch up. I'd learned then that I shouldn't have trusted her, no one knew-not even my brothers aside from her so when I'd heard my parents arguing one night, I knew it was her fault. I truly hated Katerina for that. Nothing was the same after that night.

My father stopped saying that he loved me; even if I didn't look the same as my siblings...he'd never looked me in the eye before Stefan killed him. My mother seemed too ashamed to acknowledge me even on her death bed and I began to hate myself. While everyone in the village either had straight or wavy hair, mine had turned into a large mane of brown curls and my skin had darkened to a deep tan color that immediately stood out compared to my pale skinned companions. Everyone but my brothers treated me differently and everywhere I went, there were whispers. I honestly wanted to die. My family didn't bother with me, they were too busy doing whatever-or shall I say whoever else to worry about me. I became depressed and extremely lonely.

I shook myself of the memory as soon as I felt tears in my eyes and I continued speaking "Well after everything happened, I went for answers. I managed to find a man-my uncle on my father's side-named Paul. Told him that I wanted to learn more about my father and he did. He told me that my father was an afro-Latino from Spain so that's where I went first. I wanted answers and I got them" I paused and looked up at my brothers who both were wearing clouded expressions but I could also tell they were interested in knowing about half of my origin.

"So you're Italian-like us-but also African American and Latino?" Damon asked with an eyebrow raised and I nodded, "So you're my sister" he said waggling his eyebrows.

I burst out laughing while Stefan shook his head "Never-never say that again ever" I said shaking my head but glad that the mood was lightened, especially since I hadn't even told them the most important thing about my makeup.

"Did you learn anything else?" Stefan asked, noticing that I'd left something else.

I took a breath and I nodded "I went to the village that my father was from and I met my Grandmother. Her name was Emiliana Christo and she-and a majority of the village including my father-was a part of the species called unus ignis"

"One of fire?" Stefan commented looking majorly confused, Damon included.

I nodded "They were dragon-human hybrids"

Damon's blue eyes went wide and Stefan looked in shock while I just nodded expecting their reactions completely. I was sure they were thinking Niklaus Mikaelson was the only hybrid around while there was been an entire village right under the nose of the supernatural world.

"You're shitting me" Damon said still looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"That's what I said" I responded chuckling "but Emiliana told me all about the origin of our kind and how the first documented unus was born from a Latina who fell in love with a dragon shape shifter. As time evolved, our kind was split into two categories: shape shifters-which ranged from those who could sprout a tail or wings to those who could full on turn into a dragon which is very rare but wasn't back then-and fire breathers-those who cannot shift but can breathe fire and have the same abilities as a shape shifter. Shape shifters are the most powerful but fire breathers are the most common. Emiliana was a fire breather but my father was both"

"Wait, wait, wait...back up, back up you said our" Damon said still wide eyed as he put two and two together "so that means..."

I nodded and Stefan responded "She's part unus"

"My sister is a dragon" Damon mumbled looking overly enthused with the whole situation.

I laughed at him but felt grateful that they didn't want to kick me to the curb and call me a freak. That was my biggest fear and it almost made me not want to tell them but I was glad that I did. I didn't want them to think I'd betrayed them by keeping them from the truth.

"So which are you?" Damon asked, pulling from my thoughts as Stefan looked equally interested.

I shrugged "I have no idea-the thing is, an unus doesn't fully gain their full potential until they turn twenty one and well...I never did"

Both of my brothers frowned and I sighed. I saw the hurt in Stefan's eyes and immediately realized why. He'd changed Damon and I, he was the reason I stopped aging and the guilt he was feeling was obvious.

"Stef it's fine. Emiliana told me it was an honor just to be a triple hybrid. She said my unus side could've possibly been the death of me if I were to later become a vampire too" I said, trying to make him feel better but just barely being successful.

"There's no other way that you could have dragon breath?" Damon asked with a face of mock disappointment.

I just chucked my pillow at him so fast it hit him dead in the face before he could block it and he frowned before chasing me all around the house.

In the end, I ended up pouncing on Damon and giving him as many noogies as I could before he flipped us over and he gave me a wet willy causing me to scream bloody murder as Stefan walked into the living room on the phone.

"Is everything okay?" I heard the girl-Elena I think-say sounding worried causing me to snicker as I flipped us around and got Damon into a headlock.

Stefan chuckled and said "yeah, that's just Damon and Evangeline bonding"

"Oh..." she said "well the girls want to meet her. Do you think she could come to the Grill?"

"I'll ask" Stefan said even though he probably already knew I'd been listening. I honestly had no interest in meeting a pair of teenage girls and then also having to explain to them why I didn't look like my brother's at first glance and I definitely could go without the awkward stares but I'd go if it'd make Stefan happy.

"Great" Elena exclaimed "we'll be there in twenty"

I internally groaned, what a great amount of time for preparation.

"Okay, okay! I give!" Damon exclaimed as I started gnawing on his arm.

I giggled and climbed off of him and sat down on the couch with a smug look on my face.

"Get dressed" Stefan said turning towards me "you're coming with me to the Grill"

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a look "I thought Damon was the bossy one"

"Hey!" Damon exclaimed and I just gave him a 'you-know-you're-an-asshole-but-I-still-love-you' look and he just shrugged.

"Come on Evan, please come, Elena is really excited to introduce you and become your friend" Stefan pleaded and I withheld an uneasy look.

"Since when did you have a thing for peppy girls like that?" He knew I did not like girls that just were too overly dramatic and excited about everything. I was more of a laid back person 80% of the time, positivity like that I liked to avoid.

He sighed and gave me the little sad look he did that let him get away with everything. I caved and grunted in an unladylike manor before racing up to my room in supernatural speed.

I glanced at myself in the mirror of my vanity and cringed. Since I'd driven from Georgia to Virginia, I was just in a grey pair of sweatpants and an overly ironic 'Bite me' hoodie that had fangs dripping from blood on it and my favorite pair of ratty black and white Chuck Taylor's while my hair was in a messy bun since I'd last washed it. I needed a shower and to wash my hair badly so I hopped in deciding I'd just show up fashionably late.

With a t-shirt on my hair to keep it from frizzing and moving in supernatural speed, I picked out a black VS bra and panties set quickly pulling them on. Then, I put on a pair of light-wash jeans and put on a red camisole that fit me snug and threw on a black bomber jacket. Next, I put on my Chuck's once again and grabbed my phone ready to leave...until I realized I still had a t-shirt wrapped around my wet hair.

I let my hair loose and it fell in slightly damp, partially flat coils before I sifted some essential oils through it and shook it out to add volume. It looked like a giant lion's mane that some saw as intimidating but I saw it as perfect to meet my brother's little girlfriend. She needed to know just how protective I was of my little brother Stefanie.

Once I returned to the living room I was only greeted by Damon because he'd said Stefan had already gone off to meet Elena. I rolled by eyes at that because I knew it meant he was preparing Elena and her little friends for my arrival. Figuring out about my third side probably made him worry I was going to set her on fire after that whole debacle this morning. Though I did have a bit of arson in my past, it surely wasn't going to happen today. Not even if the little peppy doppelganger of that bitch pissed me off, I promised myself I'd be on my best behavior.

"Aren't you coming?" I'd asked Damon as he casually poured himself a glass of bourbon as if he'd had nowhere to be.

He looked at me with a smirk, "Sorry little sister but no, I'm having company"

My face almost automatically scrunched up in distaste, "Ech, alright, see you when I get back from perfume scented hell"

My older brother chuckled at that, amusement swirled around in his ice blue eyes at my metaphor.

"At least hell will have replenishment"

I chuckled as I left the living room, amen to that.

The drive to the Grill wasn't too bad since my GPS thankfully worked in the small town but finding a parking spot was another story. It was like every person under the sun had plans to be at the bar and grill that day but then I'd realized it was Saturday so it was most likely packed in there. Once I finally found a space, I put my car into park when I spotted someone.

Dirty blonde curly haircut, ice blue eyes, handsome facial features, he looked familiar but I was sure I didn't know him personally...

Getting out of the car, I made sure I kept eye contact until we were face to face.

"Do I know you?" I asked him, not really being one to beat around the bush, which was the Damon in me.

He smiled revealing pearly white teeth and dimples in his scruffy cheeks, "Not personally but I'm sure you've heard of me, I'm Niklaus Mikaelson"

Ah, a Mikaelson, of course, I should've known since there were rumors of them all being drop dead gorgeous-except for the brother named Fin. The only Mikaelson I knew on a personal level was Elijah when I met him in Paris eighty or so years back. He hadn't spoken much of his brother Niklaus aside from his disappointment in him because of his actions. I had to say though, the man in front of me didn't look very inhumane or capable of so many killings but people go crazy for power these days.

"The infamous Niklaus Mikaelson, of course, I'm Evangeline Salvatore" I said reaching out to shake his hand.

I was well aware that he could kill me just because he was having a bad day but it's not like I was afraid of death and he wasn't very intimidating at the moment. Sure he was gorgeous but he didn't intimidate me. Based on his facial expression, he seemed to be able to tell.

He reached out and shook my hand firmly sending chills up my arms before he brought it to his lips and kissed it. I openly blushed at that which made him grin.

"A Salvatore? Like the brothers?" I guess he knew nothing of me.

I gave him a wry smile, "Those would be my brothers, I'm guessing you've met them?"

"Of course, we go way back" His lips broke out in a mischievous grin, "They made becoming a hybrid quite the task"

I chuckled at that, "I heard all about it, well mostly. The whole situation was like a supernatural world celebrity drama"

The Original hybrid laughed showing a beautiful glint in his pale blue eyes, "I'm quite sure...how have I never heard of you before, love?"

My heart sputtered at the word love, much to my dismay because I knew he'd heard it. The small reaction to his words made him smirk but I kept my composure. That accent, it was going to be the death of me.

"Well, my brothers thought I was dead so keeping me a secret left less of a heart pull on them" I explained to him with a sad smile on my face.

The blonde haired man seemed intrigued by my words, "And you weren't angry? Why did they think you were dead?"

"Well when I turned I-"My explanation was cut off by my phone ringing so I gave the Mikaelson an apologetic look before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I hadn't checked the caller ID but it had to have been one of my brothers.

"Evan where are you, it's almost been an hour" Stefan's distraught tone came through my phone speakers.

He sounded more concerned and worried about me being late than angry. Didn't he know I could take care of myself?

"Sorry Stef, I got caught up but I'm actually pulling into the Grill now" My lie made Niklaus grin but I ignored it.

I figured letting my brother know I'd been speaking to his sworn enemy wouldn't be the best route to take. Once I hung up, I smiled at Niklaus.

"It was nice speaking with you Niklaus" I said to him and I wasn't lying, he was very sweet.

He genuinely smiled at me, "You are welcome to call me Klaus...you are the first person in many years to not be intimidated by me. I'd like to know more about you"

I returned the smile, "How can I be intimidated by someone I've only heard rumors and stories about? One thing about me is that I'm never one to judge quickly Klaus-which by the way, 'Klaus' reminds me of the name of a Russian mobster"

He laughed at that and shook his head, "I'll be seeing you around Evangeline"

"I'll look forward to it"

And then, he was gone with barely a shift of air so I went into the Grill.