Note: I do not own TWD or TVD… just having fun.

Chapter One

It had been a long time since heat exhaustion was something to be seriously worried about for him, but even this oppressive Georgia heat was starting to make his nerves short. That, or the lack of proper diet, so to speak. At this point, even the sight of the almost untouched strip with the small grocery store was a relief to be out of the sun with a real purpose. Trash littered the parking lot and the air was silent, except with a few birds chirping from the woods surrounding the road and parking lot. An abandoned minivan and pickup truck sat in the parking lot with a faded blue Camaro between them.

Inside the store, a thick layer of dust added to the musty feeling which felt like sandpaper with each breath he inhaled. The power grid had failed this part of the state a long time ago, leaving the store cloaked in darkness. However, the man in the black leather jacket didn't seem hindered by it as he strolled through the isles with a red plastic basket. His eyes scanned the shelves, some of the stock missing, but a good number of it still there, as if it had been a typical Saturday morning at the liquor store.

The basket was already pretty full with a bunch of canned goods. A year ago, if someone had told him that he would be scouting up and down the East Coast, picking up human food and not snacking on lonesome travelers, he wouldn't believe it even under Original compulsion. It's amazing how the dead rising could derail the plans of even the supernatural.

His musings were interrupted as his eyes spotted a couple glass handles of an amber liquid that caused his eyes to light up like a child on Christmas. "Oh, there is a Lord! And his name is Daniels," He grinned to himself as he plucked the bottles of Jack off the shelves. It wasn't the high quality stuff he used to drink, but beggars couldn't be choosers these days.

The moment of victory was short lived as his ears picked up a noise in the distance. His head turned in the direction of the front door as he froze in his steps. The sound was unmistakable and as far as he knew, walkers hadn't learned out to drive yet. He could hear the rolling of the tires on the pavement and the rumblings of an old engine in desperate need of a maintenance check coming closer to the store strip.

It had been a while since he came across anyone that was alive, but the times that he had, he found all sorts of different types of people in this new world. He remained in the shadows as the red and white Suburban pulled up directly in the front of the store. While he couldn't clearly see them, he heard two people climbing out of the vehicle with hushed voices and keeping an eye out for walkers. What they didn't know is that they wouldn't find any inside, since he already had taken care of a fly infested store clerk that paid him about as much attention as he would have on a normal night.

A young Asian man stepped into the store with a loaded pistol pointing out his line of vision. Immediately, Damon kept a watchful eye on him as the boy squinted in the darkness and the room was silent except for the sound of his nervous breath. Using the darkness to his advantage, Damon stalked him silently and circled slowly towards the door. If this had been different times, he would've drained him faster than you could say chicken dinner.

However, plans changed and now he wanted to see what the other person outside was like and possibly if there were more of them.

Because of that reason, that's why Glenn was able to walk down the aisle untouched and spotted the baby powders and formulas, completely unaware of the man with raven hair and piercing blue eyes standing near the front entryway. Glenn left the door ajar on his way in, which left Damon able to slip through it without the hinges creaking again.

Just as he stepped outside, he spotted the other person standing by the Suburban with her back to him, watching the road and oblivious to the silent predator. He faltered in his steps as his eyes swept up and down the young woman, her figure so distinctly familiar to him he sucked in a sharp breath. He couldn't see her face, but the curves of her body and short chocolate brown hair stirred up memories. Damon barely even noticed he took a few steps away from the door and closer to her as she began to turn around.

"Rose?" He was barely aware of the name passing his lips.

Maggie jumped at the voice behind her, turning to face the man and freezing her step. Where had he come from? She didn't even hear a footstep and suddenly there he was, dressed in a black leather jacket, white shirt underneath and an equally dark wash pair of jeans. His looks threw her off just as much as sudden appearance. His pale skin contrasted the raven hair and blue eyes, more surprisingly was how clean cut he was. It didn't seem like he belonged apart of this world at all. The only thing he had in his hands was a red plastic basket full of cans and booze, like if he was just making a liquor run instead of trying to survive the zombie apocalypse.

If it was possible for his blood to run cold, that's what Damon felt in this moment. There was no compulsion or poison creating a hallucination this time, sure enough he had Rose standing just a few yards away from him. She was looking at him with those green eyes, wide and frantic with her body tensed in an almost animalistic way that reminded him too much of that last night. The basket slipped from his fingers and fell to the pavement with a combination of a thud and clinking of the Jack bottles.

"How – I staked you!" Damon voiced, starting as a confused question and ending in a statement of disbelief.

Maggie snapped out of her stunned daze at his voice, feeling goose bumps on her arms at the sense of danger. Quickly, she pulled her pistol out from her belt and pointing it at Damon's head. To him, her movements were predictable, but they didn't make any sense, which was why he didn't bother moving at all. This was Rose, who normally ran when the odds weren't in her favor. She always chose flight, not fight. So why was she standing here dressed in black, looking at him with fiercely cold eyes and a gun pointed at his head.

"Rose," He repeated her name as his voice lowered into a threatening growl, glaring at her just as sharply. "I'm really not in the mood to find out if those are wood or not."

Maggie felt her heart pounding up into her throat. Whoever this man was clearly thought she was someone else. More importantly, where the hell was Glenn? Did something happen to him? She had to focus hard on keeping her expression under control while her mind was starting to freak. "I'm not Rose," She found her voice, harsher than she was expecting. "Who are you?"

Damon blinked in surprise at her words. For someone who wasn't Rose, her voice sounded almost exactly like hers… but this one was tougher in a way. Gears started to turn in his head as he considered his options in a long silence between them. "Damon," He said simply at first, watching her closely.

Nothing, not a blink, not a change in her heart rate… which was still beating at a ridiculous rate. The pistol remained pointed at his head, her hands noticeably shaking.

"Damon Salvatore," He clarified in a gentler tone.

The woman said nothing and there wasn't an ounce of recognition, surprise, or understanding across her features. Damon started to get a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized this woman truly had no idea who he was. The back of his mind twisted uncomfortably at this confrontation, which was starting to seem eerily similar to a different girl he had met before.

"What's your name?" He asked quietly, losing any malice that had been in his voice before.

Maggie stared at him, hesitating for a long moment. Under any other circumstance, she didn't want to give away her name. However, this time, this Damon clearly thought she was someone else and the way he was looking at her, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be confused for that someone else. Against her better judgment, she answered him, "Maggie Greene."

Damon raised his eyebrows and let out a numb, "Oh."

The situation started to hit him with full force as it processed in his mind the implications of it. Somehow, saying she looked exactly like someone he knew, who would've been celebrating her 25th birthday for the 500th or something time had he not driven a stake through her chest didn't quite cover it. The more he looked at her, he started to notice the slight differences that told him this wasn't Rose. The harshness in Maggie's eyes was nothing he had seen in Rose. Her skin was kissed by the sun and not pale from spending an eternity hiding in the dark.

"Greene… I don't suppose that's an Irish family name," He smirked with a sarcastic touch.

There was only one word he could think of to explain this. Doppelganger. And quite frankly, he could've used at least a few decades' break after the amount of trouble the last one gave him.

Author's Note: So this was just an idea I had floating in my head between the two shows. Honestly, I'm surprised no one has done it before. But please review and let me know what you think. Should I continue it? It's a fun idea, should I run with it?

If I do, I'm thinking definitely AU with events altered from TVD plot, somewhere in early third season but I could explain as I go. Anyway, review and let me know if you're interested. If no one is interested, then at least I got it out of my head.