AN: I have no idea where the story is going, and writing will get better as I get more familiar with writing the characters. Hope you like it. I tried to adapt it so even if you've never seen the shows, you'd understand what's going on. Please leave a review ^.^

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Russia

2004

Following his brother had gotten boring for Damon with Stefan not being anything more than a moody, bruiting vampire. It reminded him of that Anne Rice book, so depressing. He decided to leave Stefan and head to Europe to get away from the over the top whinnying . Yes, he was keeping true to his promise of eternal misery, but that didn't mean he had to be by his brother's side twenty-four, seven. Besides, he hadn't been to Europe in a while and he missed the European culture, mainly the taste of the people. There was something about out of country women that just tasted sweeter then the women he was use to.

A few weeks in Paris, a week in Russia and Damon was ready to go back to the states. After struggling to understand the Russian language, he'd gotten tired of dealing with the people. Something that wasn't hard for Damon. Kill enough people, draw enough attention, and learn when it's time to leave. A couple more nights and he was gone. Tonight though, he was exploring what he thought was a deserted place in the woods, enjoying the scenery till he started to hear voices not to far from him. "Dinner that delivers it's self," He said with a smirk as he headed toward them.

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Arriving, Damon was slightly in amazement at the mansion standing in front of him even though it was on fire. It was similar to the estate he lived in when he was human. Whoever lived here was important in some way, or just had a lot of money. Either way it seemed to be going up in smoke now. Listening to see if there were any other humans alive inside, he started to hear some form of police or military chatter that seemed to be on coms. This wasn't just a normal fire and considering the voices were speaking English, they were american. Great. Americans attacking Russians. The start of another war.

Damon was about to leave them to whatever was going down, when he caught the small voice of little girl inside. He knew he should just walk away, leave the girl, but something stopped him. Damn-it. Without even thinking, Damon rushed in following the small voice. Flames were everywhere along with tons of smoke. If he hadn't been a vampire, it would be just about impossible to see anything.

Looking around, he was met by a couple of G.I. Joe types that decided to shoot at him. Avoiding most of the shoots, he got hit in the shoulder and torso twice, along with a bullet grazing his leg causing him to go to his knees. Nothing he couldn't handle. Before they could fire anymore, he stood, snapping one of their necks and draining the other within seconds. With them out of the way, he was able to focus his attention on finding the girl.

Listening, he noticed the girl was running, he could hear her breathing hard. Scared and tired. A beam fell in front of Damon barely missing him. Why are you doing this? Why do you care? He didn't, or that's what he kept telling himself. Something just told him to safe her, help her. There was no reason for it. Maybe it was because he was bored, needed some entertainment. Another beam fell, snapping out of his daze and allowing him to continue his search.

It didn't take long to find the young girl hiding in the cellar. She was sitting down, knees bulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them clenching a watch in her hands. She seemed so innocent sitting there. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," He told her as he slowly approached her as not to scare her. The words came out of his mouth before he even knew what he was saying. He was turning into Stefan. Oh god! He was going to have to kill some people after this. "What's your name?"

"Alexandra" It was clear the girl was Russian but she understood English. That was a good thing.

"I'm Damon, I'm going to get you out of here okay?" The girl nodded in understanding. "Good" As Damon was about to grab her, the cellar doors opened to reveal another G.I. Joe agent standing in front of them. This one didn't have their gun drawn though.

Grabbing the person by the throat before they could react, his eyes got a bright blue with red veins spreading out around them and he barred his fangs at them about to make the kill when an idea popped into his head. He looked back at the girl who recoiled back into her shell at the sight of his vampiric face before looking back at the person. Damon removed the person's mask, revealing a gorgeous woman. Morphing his face back to normal, Damon decided to use his compulsion to help with his plan, beginning with asking her, her name.

"Nikita," In all his years, Damon had never heard that name before. The way it rolled off her tongue made Damon want to bite right into her, but he wouldn't. He had other plans right now, and killing her wasn't part of it.

"What are you planning to do with the girl?"

The woman answered without hesitation. "Keep her safe from Division," He had no idea what Division was, but if her objective was to keep the girl safe then that would help with the compulsion. Less manipulation needed.

"Good. Now, listen. You're going to take Alexandra and keep her safe no matter what. You will forget meeting me and forget we had this conversation,"

"Okay,"

Damon nodded before releasing Nikita to speak with the girl who was continuing to keep her distance after seeing his "other face". He could smell the fear on her, but it wasn't as intense as it should be toward him. "It's okay, I told you I wasn't going to hurt you," Slowly, Damon was able to get closer till he was able to touch her. "Now, I want you to look into my eyes," She did and that's were he used his compulsion again. "You're not going to remember me, it's going to be like I wasn't here," She blinked, accepting the information and with that, he picked her up passing the child off to Nikita.

Staying in the shadows, making sure she did as she was told, he watched Nikita run with the girl who was now unconscious from exhaustion. She made it to the street as a car was coming down stopping him. After talking to the man she placed the girl in the car and they both watched as the man drive off with her. Hopefully to a better life. Damon stayed in the shadows as Nikita returned to whatever group she was apart of.

With that, Damon was gone. He left Russia and headed back to the states after killing a few women so he could forget what he did and turn off his humanity. He wasn't Stefan. He wasn't the "good brother" that didn't kill anyone. He was a murderer, a monster, and he would never forget it. Helping that girl would never happen again. He was evil threw and threw…or that's what he kept telling himself.

Mystic Falls, Virginia

2010

Stepping off the bus, Alex looked at what was suppose to be her new home for a while. It was a small town, something she wasn't use to, but it would be better then the small room she'd been living in for months now. That was for sure.

Looking at the town, she tried to get a sense of what she would be doing here. Division still hadn't told her what her mission was and it seemed strange for them to send her here. They only told her she was going undercover, which could mean so many things. Being so far away from that place, away from helping Nikita, was hard, but she couldn't necessarily tell Percy or Amanda that. Alex was suppose to be a loyal agent to them now. Go where she was told, no questions asked. Something, she wasn't use to yet.

The only good thing was, Alex didn't have to look at the place where she killed Thom for a while. She still couldn't believe she had killed him. Granted, if she hadn't, he would have exposed her as the mole or killed her himself, but she still wished it had gone differently. As much as it played through her mind, it sometimes felt like it was someone else. Thom was right though. He told her, she was going to see him and Alex did. Every time she closed her eyes, tried to sleep, even walking down a street, she thought she saw his smile, heard his laugh. It was hard. Being away from there, away from that city, she hoped it would help ease the pain and the memories.

Carrying her duffel bag as she walked, Alex noticed all the small shops and the difference in the air. It was nice, different, but nice. Passing the high school, she got a sense of dread. Part of her undercover work involved her going back to high school. That was going to be one of the harder challenges. Alex couldn't remember the last time she had been in a class room. It would definitely be a different experience then the gun training, combat fighting she was use to.

After walking for a while, her phone started ringing as she passed some place called Mystic Grill. That's original. Alex thought as she answered her phone. "Alex here," It was Division, that was clear from the voice of Birkhoff on the other end.

"You in Mystic Falls yet?" He asked through his headset, Michael standing right next to him, his usual scowl placed firmly on his face. After exchanging a view pleasantries that could have passed as sarcasm Michael ordered them to get moving. "Right. You are to set up in the apartment that we assigned you. You've already been enrolled at the local high school as Alex Winslow, and you start tomorrow. We'll contact you with more information once you get settled. Have fun," With that the line went dead. Alex shook her head slightly at her phone and Birkhoff's last words. Fun? None of this was fun for her.

Placing the phone back into her pocket, Alex continued down the street till she reached the apartment. It was weird to call it her apartment. Nothing had been hers in so long and she'd never lived on her own before she met up with Nikita she was never alone, crashing with different people she met. Mostly fellow addicts or dealers. To have her own place, her own money, the concept was so new to her.

Opening the door she was greeted by a wide space with plenty of room; a big kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. Alex was in aw at the place. Closing the door, she headed to the bedroom, placing the duffel bag next to the foot of the bed as she checked out the closet. She might have been a spy, but she was still a girl. Inside there were tons of outfits, shoes, even a backpack for school. Division seemed to think about everything. A small smile crept across her face at the sight.

Heading back over to the bed, she noticed a note lying on the bedside table. Picking it up, it read; WELCOME. REMEMBER SCHOOL TOMORROW. EYES AND EARS OPEN. MICHAEL. She shook her head. Leave it to Michael to make sure she stayed on track. Just as bad as Nikita. Speaking of Nikita, she checked her watch to see what time it was. Alex was suppose to check in with her in about thirty mins in a loud location. Guess she was going back to that Mystic Grill joint. Changing her clothes into something more attractive and suitable for going out, Alex locked the door as she headed to the so called "local hangout".