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Chapter 1

''Wha-''

The brown-haired girl twisted on her chair, her chest heaving with pure rage as she threw a murderous look in the direction of the tall, dark-haired guy now standing in front of her.

''Damon! What the hell?" She practically yelled at him as she shifted to pick up the couch cushion he had tossed at her head.

Damon lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, an innocent look plastered on his face as he drawled out in a playful tone. ''I have no idea what you're on about, sweetheart.''

"Don't you ever call me that again." Bonnie gritted out through clenched teeth, running her slender digits through her mocha locks. ''God, you're.. Unbelievable,'' she muttered under her breath.

''Ooh, burn.'' Damon grinned and moved to sit down next to her.

Bonnie rolled her chocolate orbs clock wards, crossing her arms in front of her chest and averting her gaze, refusing to look at him. He was being awfully chipper and therefor impossible to deal with, but she was here to see Elena and wasn't going to let Damon scare her away. She breathed out in a huff. ''Jerk.''

Damon's eyebrows flew up at that. "Say what n-" He started, only to be cut off by the front door slamming open.

"Bonnie? I'm here!" Someone called out, causing her to twist towards the door. Elena entered the house, skidding to a halt when she caught sight of Damon. Her eyes narrowed. "Since when are you two friends?"

Damon pursed his lips into a thin line. "We're not," he grumbled in response to Elena's question.

Bonnie turned away from the door to meet his gaze with hers, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. "You could just leave, of course. I mean, since we're obviously not friends and we live in a free country. You're free to go wherever you please."

Damon pushed himself up and made his way towards the front door, his foot hesitatingly hovering above the porch before he stood still.

Elena narrowed her brows as she studied his back. What was he doing?

Damon glanced back at her, nodding his head towards the stairs. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"Damon, no." Elena started, but he was already gone. "Fine, have it your way!" She called out after him.

Taking a deep breath, Elena turned to look at her friend, Bonnie, and moved away from where she was standing to take Damon's place. She pulled her legs up, folding them against her chest so she could rest her chin on her knees. "So, you said you wanted to try a new spell?"

Bonnie nodded excitedly and grabbed her bag, emptying its content on the table. "Yes! I've found this," she said, holding up a very old-looking stack of papers. "and it says that with this spell, you should be able to look back in time."

Elena raised her brows. "And we're going to try this why, exactly?"

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie grabbed Elena by her arms, shaking her lightly. "Oh, come on! Don't play dumb now, Elena.. Remember last week, when you were so frustrated because of Damon and you said that you.. '' Bonnie leaned closer to Elena, lowering her voice despite the fact that Damon was probably able to hear her anyway with his supernatural hearing. ''And you said that you wanted to know why Damon is. . .well, Damon?

Elena's face instantly lit up and she sat up right, lips puckering. She did remember saying she wanted to have a good look at 1864 Damon. If he had any excuse to be the way he was, it'd make things easier for the both of them. "And you're sure that,'' she motioned with her head towards the papers in Bonnie's hands. ''will work?''

Bonnie rolled her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Am I right?"

Curling her lower lip between her teeth, Elena nodded slowly. Her friend was right. This was the perfect opportunity to find out why Damon always acted so cold-hearted. Elena began to fidget with the fabric of her shirt, keeping her gaze locked onto the floor. The question had been bothering her ever since she got to know the story of what happened between Katherine and the Salvatore brothers. Once Damon and she had become.. Elena furrowed her brows. They weren't exactly what you could call friends, but they surely didn't hate each other. Not anymore, that is. Either way, Elena knew that Damon was capable of caring, so she was desperate to find out why he never showed anyone that side of him.

She had nothing to lose.

"Let's do it." Elena said, nodding firmly.

Grinning, Bonnie reached for Elena's hands. "Okay. Now all you have to do is think of the moment that you'd like to see. Can you do that?"

Elena dug into her memory and pictured Damon and Stefan together when they were young. She nodded once, taking Bonnie's hands in hers.

Both of the girls closed their eyes, and Bonnie started muttering the spell.

"Tradas me praeterita i i videre in animo habere memoriam,"

Elena drew in a deep breah, trying to focus on nothing else but Damon and Stefan. She swallowed the heap of saliva that was starting to gather in her mouth. A cold wind was starting to blow over, causing a shiver to run down her spine. How was that even possible? They were inside and she was fairly certain she'd closed all the doors and windows. A loud bang startled her and she jumped in her seat. She heard the sound of glass breaking, and she felt Bonnie's hands slip away from hers. Elena shifted on her seat, her uncomfortableness increasing with the minute.

"tradas me praeterita non volo vivere i pars aliqua!"

Bonnie had started chanting louder now, and Elena was starting to loose her grip on Bonnie. Something was wrong. She tried to open her eyes, but they stayed closed, the magical words spilling from Bonnie's lips like it was her native. She couldn't stop it.

Then, Bonnie suddenly became quiet. The wind was gone, the endless stream of words had stopped and.. Bonnie's hands were empty.

Her eyes snapped open, only to find an empty room. There was broken glass everywhere. She was alone.

"Elena?" She called out, shakily, her eyes quickly scanning the surrounding.

The sound of descending footsteps sounded from the stairs, and Bonnie looked up in the hope to see Elena, but her face fell.

Damon knitted his brows together as he stood at the bottom of the stairs and let his eyes sweep through the room. Place trashed. Bonnie with an utter lost expression on her face. But most important of all, no Elena.

"Shit."

AN: I decided to repost and slightly rewrite this story. Yes, I'm aware that it's also up on Wattpad and AbruptLurid. Both accounts are mine. I've momentarily got a lot of stuff going on so please be patient and bear with me!

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