Filled With Fire

In a large penthouse in New York, the shrill ringing of a phone woke Tempest from her dreamless slumber. A tired, golden eye opened and glared at the small device, promising murder. Sighing heavily, the redhead grabbed it and spoke in her usual husky tone, "Whoever this is better have a very good f*****g reason for waking me." A throaty chuckle answered her, "Now is that any way to treat your big brother?" The shifter grinned with delight, happy to hear the vampire's voice. And his smirk. "Damon." ‘Hello, baby sister.’ "Hello. I’ve missed you." The woman mumbled sleepily. ‘Of course you have. I'm me.’ Tempest snorted. "How are you? Killed anyone recently?" ‘...no.’ "Right." She ran a hand through her shortish, flame-coloured hair and she, too, then smirked, "How is the ever pleasant Mystic Falls?" Tempest's tone had always been raspy and her humour dark and dry. She cared very little about a lot of things. Maybe that's why she and her older brother got along so well. ‘Well...there's a baby werewolf hybrid running around, a vampire barbie, a Bennett witch and a doppelgänger. But the weather is wonderful.’ A soft laugh left the woman’s throat, "So why call me Damon? It can't be to just talk about the weather or some people you know." ‘How do you know they're not my friends?’ Another smirk appeared on the shifter's face, "You don't have friends, brother." The blue-eyed vamp sighed dramatically, ‘You got me there, Temper,’ but then in an annoying, whiny voice that only a pouting man child can ever do, ‘I thought you were my friend.’ "I'm your sister, sweetheart. It's kind of an obligation to listen to your bull s**t and say 'there-there, everything will be okay.'" A thought then crossed Tempest's mind. "Does Stefan still hate me?" She practically felt him roll his eyes. ‘He doesn't hate you, Temp.’ The shifter's eyebrow rose with disbelief, before she rolled across her silk sheets, then rising from her bed. Completely nude. ‘Well he might right now, he's got his humanity off.’ Tempest scoffed and moved her hand to hold the phone to her ear with her shoulder, so the woman could grab her hairbrush and trudge across her carpet to her bathroom. "It's not my fault Father liked me more than Stefan." ‘Yeah, but he was so used to being the Golden Child. He was bound to hate the fourteen-year-old girl who was brought home.’ "Especially when he found out I was a bastard." The golden eyed redhead muttered. ‘Hey!’ "What?" ‘Don't call yourself that Temper. You shouldn't care that Stefan made a huge deal about it back then. I don't care. You're my sister, full stop.’ Tempest studied her features as she brushed her tangled curls. Honey, gold eyes. High cheekbones and straight nose. A light dusting of freckles. Thick lashes and styled eyebrows. A perfect smile and pink lips. ‘Temper? Tempest!’ "Wha-? Oh hey." The woman answered, snapping out of her thoughts. ‘Got lost, huh?’ Her brother snickered, amused. "Yeah." A sheepish smile graced her face. Damon chuckled, ‘Some things never change.’ "Oh shut up." She replied with an even bigger grin and left the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth, walking over to the set of drawers holding her underwear. "Now tell me why you called, sweet brother o' mine." The shifter demanded. ‘Well...’ If there was anyone the vamp would always be truthful to, it was his baby sister. Yes, she was older than Stefan by five years, but Tempest would always be his baby sister. And he really didn't care that his brother had forced him to complete the transition. The real reason Damon promised to make Stefan's eternal life miserable was that he'd forced Tempest as well. To Damon, his baby sister always came first. ‘I was hoping you could come to Mystic Falls to, you know, get a beer, meet the Scooby Gang, see what's new in town and-‘ "Damon! Tell me why." Ain't nothing but heartache... She sung in her head. The vamp sighed, ‘Okay, we've got ourselves into a little situation here.’ "Situation?" Tempest repeated slowly, with a small frown creasing her brow. ‘Yeah. You know, a little problem.’ Damon said, rubbing the back of his head. She sighed through the phone, "Why do you always gotta bring me into this kinda crap?" ‘I didn't with our last problem.’ Her brother pointed out, making Tempest growl threateningly. "Spit it out!!" ‘...You ever heard of the Mikaelsons?’